Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 11, 1914, Page 3

THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA., MARCH 11, 1914. anoods New Goods, and Better Goods SPECIAL BARGAINS EVERY DAY hadies Shirtwaists-------- 19¢, 39c, 49c. Children’s Dresses, come see, 39c c up SELLING OUT ALL NEW GOODS Shirts, 14and 1424, 25 and 50c; all sizes 35c¢, 3 for $1 A good half-dollar Elastic Seam Drawers, 35c, 3 for 1. Scriven’s No, 50, while they last, S0c the pair, all sizes. Boys’ Buits, $4 for $2.49; $5 for $2.98; $7.50 for $4.95. - More Goods for Less Money U. G. BATES opring Opening Our Spring Clothing for Men and Boys are far superior thisiyear than they | fhave ever been. The prices are way cheaper also, and it will pay you to come in and examine our Suits that range in prices from $15.00 to $25.00 "y " (. Everything is now in our Store, and a glance in our windows will convince you of the Quality and Prices we are offering the Public this year. | Our Straw Hats | Are all Imported, and we are”the only . ones in town that have them. Arrow Brand Shirts and Kneeland Shoes. Onxy Socks in good Styles aad Quality. The Hub The Home of Hart Schaffner & Marx Clothing JOS. LeVAY Office Phone 348 Black. o G. H. Alfield Res. Phone 39 Blue B. H. Belisario, _Res. Phone 372 Blue. Let us estimate on your sidewalks or concrete floors. We lay floors that are water-dust and grease-proof. Ask us about them. L ] LAKELAND PAVING AND CONSTRUCTION CO. Lakeland 307 to 311 Maln St. Fla. » » * ’ » ] ’ 3 ’ 0 ’ » ’ ’ ’ . » ’ ’ ' » ’ ’ 0 » » ~We do out of town work too. [andy! Candy! CandY WE HAVE IT ‘rom Stick Candy to the Finest Box Candy Have you tried any of our {OME-MADE CANDY ? A Triai is AU We Ask Ve also have a nice stock of Fresh Fruits, Nuts Dried Figs, Dates and Raisins. FRESH APALCHICOLA OYSTERS H. C. DENNY = = i COOSOSLMISSIMISO0N | alone in her room later. - === | direction. Phone 114 ' eo0ese0s E2222402% THEUNLUCKY ROOM, By EDNA R. PATTERSON. ssss0ese00sasessee 13131232308822 100310300020 223 1420224203241 | Mrs. Tillings, landlady, looked at the girlish figure before her with a certain softening of her thin, prac- tical features. Then, her glance trav- eled vaguely around the neat little room; and after she had needlessly adjusted the pincushion and straight- ened a chair next to the bureau, she looked at her prospective lodger again, and cleared her throat. “I think I ought to tell you,” she began, as if with reluctance. “You seem to like this room, and there's nothing the matter with it as far as I can see—but it's an unlucky room.” The young stranger's brown eyes opened wonderingly. “Why, what do Men’s Hats, any price you want ; must go you mean? Unlucky—in what way?” . . . “Well, it's this way. I wouldn't Check Nainsook Underwear, 2-piece Suit..... .39% Btk thltivie van kb 4 1F Ved At . . a man, or older, or—or—now, it isn't ‘1'00 Union Suits..._ ... 69c 8pooks or anything like that, but hard) luck seems to go with the room, and | I guess it's got on my nerves. First,) there was Mrs. Taylor whose husband died on his way from the Philippines. Then a medical student took the room, and he got hit by an auto truck and was sent home crippled. And a cousin of Mr. Tillings came in, and he lost the position he'd held for twenty years—lost it the very next week— and the next party was a crook, and we had the police here and had a ter- rible time.” The girl's big eyes met those of the narrator unflinchingly. “I can't see what the room had to do with any of those misfortunes,” she remarked po- litely. “No-o, of course not; to feel queer abnut n came along-—and— “Is that all? 1 think you haven't told me all.” The young girl chal- lenged her companion with a gentle but I begun And when you but direct glance. Mrs. Tillings laughed shortly. “My dear—how wise you are! No, it isn't quite all. The last lodger was a young girl like yourself, only more delicate and dispirited-looking when \lu came here. DPut she was very \ ung and alene-—and she was very unlueky.” The color was mounting in the cheeks of Belle Doan, and her eyes Lllsllnld “A girl like me--young and alone,” she repeated, softly. \\']m was she? And what became of her? “She was an artist from up-state, and she couldn't make a success of it. and she lost hope—and she killed herself.” “"Oh!" The girl's hands clasped to- gether tightly, and her bright face contorted with horror. ‘“Here, in this room?" she gasped. *“Ob, the poor thing"’ “No, not here. She was found in the park. And she had always said she had no near relatives, and I couldn’t find any addresses among her things, so I sold her bits of jew- elry and gave her a decent burial. But it was a shock, I tell you.” Belle sat thinking. “Well, I'm not an artist, and I have plenty of rela- tives and some money and a cheerful disposition,” she said, finally. “I like this room better than any I've seen, and I like you, Mrs. Tillings. So I'll ! stay, and risk the influence or ine hoodoo.” lelle sent for her trunk and took possession of the unlucky room. Mrs. Tillings would not have referred to its past tenants again, but her new lodger seemed to be interested in her unfortunate predecessor. The land- lady knew little, after all, for the young artist h,ul been of a quiet, un- communicative disposition, but “the element of m,\,"l’\' made the affair even more absorbin There a small photograph for Belle to see—a pale, wistful face with smoky ma 3 of hair and haunting eyes, the face of one who had known unspoken long- ings and unfulfilled desires. “She \\.m never bright and happy like you,” said Mrs. Tillings. “Some folks are born for misery.” ' reflected Belle, “I thought “Bright and happy,’ I was—but—I'm not so sure!” She leaned her chin on her hands and stared out into the busy street. “I thought I was doing a fine thing when I came away to live my own inde- pendent life, but somehow things haven't seemed as gay as I expected. If they all hadn’t bothered me so much about Bliss Thatcher—if he hadn’t been so persistent—I wouldn't have run away. As if matrimony was the only career for a girl-—the only thing she could hope to attain. Pooh!” Belle’s thoughts often ran backward after that, and she became restless and dissatisfied. She began to dread her howrs of solitude. “I don’t know what ails me,” she thought, one rainy afternoon. “I can’t put my mind on reading or rewing any more. People bore me, and I'm as tired of the town’s pleasures as if I was a jaded old woman. I guess the hoodoo of this room is at work. I was never so wretched in my life!” She recalled her last hour with Bliss Thatcher; the quarrel that had ter minated their long friendship. She had not heard from him or of him since her flight to the city. It seemed strange to her that Bliss could be so obstinate after his faithful service to her. Perhaps he had found consola- tion in another girl's soclety—May 's | Willlams, for instance, who had al- ways almed her soft coquetries in his Belle writhed in spirit at the idea. “But I won’t go back,” she vowed flercely. “If Dliss cares, let him make the first sign.” As the season wore on Mrs. Tillings' | "* jmew lodger showed indications of drooping. The roses dimmed in her cheeks and her laughter was less ready. She spent much time away from home, and appeared in many changes of fashionable finery, but her moods were uncegain, and she seemed often low-spMgited. Mrs. Tillings observed the change with increasing concern. “Why, she's getting as peaked and mournful as that other poor girl,” she considered. “I wonder what's the matter.” The matter was entirely simple. Belle Doan had not appreciated the blessings of her previous years until now. Her high spirits and flashing temper had cut her adrift from the man who, once imsignificant in her sight, now loomed tormentingly im- portant and desirable. Her sole con- solation was that Bliss Thatcher was of the faithful kind and would wait for her. Fate might bring them to- gether some day. But time passed, and the girl's dis- tress and unhappiness grew. She re- fused invitations and avolded her new friends. She even sought employment to keep her mind occupied. “I think I'll go away,” she decided one day. “I never imagined life could seem so dreary.” She sighed and began to pack her trunk. As she emptied a drawer of | the dressing table, a folded paper came into view. Curiously Belle be- gan to read the written pages, her eyes dilating and her breath coming quickly as she proceeded. “Oh!"” she quavered. “That other girl—the artist—she wrote this and left it here for—why, it's a copy of a letter. It was her secret, and I have read {t!” “I have found life hard and bitter,” the message ran, “but I know now I could have stood it all if you had not failed me, Arthur. I thought you would wait for me—that your love would last forever. But while I have been dream- ing those dreams that could never come true, you have found some ene else to take my place in your heart. It does not seem fair—yet I know I am to blame. I am alone in my de- feat, but, Arthur, I want you to know that I loved you better than I knew, and that ashamed and repentant, 1 was coming back to you to ask your forgiveness. My poor little talents were never worth the sacrifice I made and now, with the light of your love gone when I need it most, life stretch- es out before me so black and so empty that T am afraid—" Tears were streaming down Belle's cheeks as she bent about the unfin- fshed message. Had it ever been sent? Was this the reason of the final tragedy? Thinking of the girl who had desired—too late—to reclaim a scorned love, and of the man who had grown impatient waiting, Belle was plunged into sudden panic. What it Bliss Thatcher had forgotten her? What if she were already too late? Oh, what would her life be without love—Bliss Thatcher's love? Broken and repentant in spirit now that her heart had been revealed to her, she wrote a hasty but tepder note to the man she had disdained. Two days later, a rosy, smiling young creature danced into Mrs. Tillings’ presence. “Oh, Mrs. Tillings,” cried Belle Doan, “I'm going to leave you—I'm go- ing back home! [I've been waiting for good news and it just came. I can't tell you everything—" her face grew grave and her voice softened— “it's my secret—and another's; but something has happened that I shall be grateful for all my life. And it happened while I was living in your unlucky room!"” “Really—how strange!" exclaimed the landlady. “Well, it's time the spell was broken, and I'm glad you're the one who's done it, my dear.” (Copyright, 1914, by the MeClure News- paper Syndleate,) | London’s Hotels. London's hotels, of which are up- wards of 500, are called upon to find accommodation for between 25,000 and 30,000 visitors nightly. Some of these l.ondon hotels are wonderful places. Twenty of them represent a capital of L5.000000 sterling. Some possess over 1,000 bedrooms, and as many as 8,000 guests have been known to sleep in a score of these palaces. Of- tentimes the table silver at a famous liotel represents a value of £100,000 and a great deal disappears annually into the pockets of “souvenir-hunters.” There is hardly a trade or profession but what has its own particular hotel in London. The origin of the modern Metropolitan hotel was that years ago an enterprising servant who left a West-end mansion to start a boarding- ' house developed it by stages into an hotel which afterwards became one of the biggest in London, and enabled him to retire to the country a rich man.—London Tit-Bits. Actlivities of Women. Ten thousand women engaged in the manufacture of children's gar | ments in New York have issued a strike ultimatum. Allowing for losses in shack season, three-quarters of the women workers in New York city receive less than $400 a year. Miss Christle Holmberg has been elected clerk In Santa Barbara, Cal., by an overwhelming majority over her male opponent. The New York Housekeepers’ | league has engaged several women to act as inspectors in their crusade against cold storage food. ! The extensive Allen Dyelng Works | in Philadelphia is conducted by Miss | Katherine R. Allen, daughter of m{ founder of the business. Mrs. Clara S. Butler of Cleveland, O., has invented and patented a d&‘ vice which eliminates the harsh me- | | tallic sounds in & phonograph. Long Life of Linen Shat i» just what we are giving 1s what you are looking fer and alony with good laundry work. Try us. Lakelana Steam :Laundry Zhene 180 West Main . £ . YORCHHONID F YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING. SEE MARSHALL & SANDERS The OId Reliable Contractors Vv ho have been building houses in Lakeland for years, and 1. ho never “FELL DOWN" or failed to give satisfaction, All classes of buildings contracted for. The many fine residences buily by this firm are evidguces of their ability to make good, MARSHALL & SANDERS Phone 228 Blue Leaa gl t d g p bl 2 fa ddd 0 L L Eud Telat Rttt Sa BT TR T T L T asaL MY YUY ANTICIPATION---Thew---REALIZATION WE HAVE ANTICIPATED YOUR EVERY GROCERY WANT Realize onThese OUR WEEKLY RECIPE George Washington Prepared Coffee Made in the Cup at the Table 30c and $1.00 Tin Tampa Bay Hotel Co"ee It made Tampa Famous. 40C.LB. Also the Largest Line of Coffees in the city. BREAD AND COCOANUT PUDDING Mix a cup of soft, crumbs with two cups milk, add a heaping tablespoon ful of butter; stir well and aside to grow cold. Beat the yolqs of two eggs with a half cup of sugar and a teaspoonful of lemon juice, with a little grateg rind, half a teaspoonful of vanilla, half a cup of grated cocoanut ang the erumbs. Bake .in a pudding dish in a moder- ate oven till it is of thec onsist- ency of custara; spread with fresh bread of hot set jam and a meringue. W. P. PILLANS & CO. Pure Food Store PHONE 93 Double your show window’s bright- ness at no increase in light bill No matter how excelicnt your window displays are,— —no matter how alluring the values offered may be,— ~—no matter how much time, thought and money has been spent to produce an unusual display,— —if you do not light it properly, it will fail to attract the attention it should. Brilliant window lighting from Aidden lamps will compe/ attene tion to any display,— —it will increase the pulling-power of the best-dressed window. X-R&¥ Reflectors are the most powerful reflectors made They are one-piece pure silver plated glass reflectors designed expressly to light windows. They are the only silvered reflectors which last indefi- nitely. They take the light usually wasted on the ceiling, sidewalk and ends of the window and throw all on the goods. They make your windows and merchandise stand out more prominently than any on the street. Let us demonstrate them in your own windows Wouldn't you like to see this lighting in one of your windows? It won’t cost you a cent and it won’t obligate you in any way, to allow us to install a few in your window to show you how we can double its brightness, —double its attractiveness,—double its value to you,—and all without increase ing your light bill. Ask for a copy of the free book ‘“Show Window Searchlights.** Telephone us when we may make this important demonstration. T. L. Cardwell LAKELAND, FLA.