Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 19, 1914, Page 3

MGt e T T TPPPOPNY Bates IheLadies'and Children’s Store More Goods, New Goods, and Better Goods SPECIAL BARGAINS EViRY pAy Ladies’ Shirtwaists Children’s Dresses, co 19¢, 39c¢, 49c. me see, 39¢ up SELLING OUT AL NEW G00DS Shirts, 14and 14)4, 25and 50c;all sizes 33¢, 3 for $1 A good half-dol]ar_Elastic Seam Drawers, 33¢, 3 for $1. Scrlven’s No, 30, while they last 50c the pair, all sizes. e Men's Hats, any price you want : must 20 b4 Check Nainsook Underwear, 2-piece Suit. ... __30¢ S0 nione®its o oo 0 g Boys, Suits, $4 for $2,49; $5 for $2,98; %7.50 for $4.95, More Goods for Less Money U. G. BATES mfl%fim opring Opening Our Spring Clothing for Men and Boys are far superior this year than they have 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 ( Everything is'now in our Store, and a glance inour, windows ‘will convince you of the Quality and Prices we are offering the Public this year. QOur Straw Hats Are all Imported, and we are the only ones in town that have them. oo B e ok Goodo oo oo o ool A Bt Arrow Brand Shirts and Kaoceland Shoes. Onxy Socks 1n good Styles and Quality. The Hub The Home of Hart Schaffner & Marx Clothing JOS. LeVAY Taa it Se at TS R ER R ER IR SHOHOE0S DECOSTPSISTIIMHTH G. H. Alfield ¢ Office B. H. Belisario, Res. Phone 39 Blue Phone 348 Black. Res Phone 373 Blue. LAKELAND PAVING AND CONSTRUCTION CO. Manufacturers of Cement Brick, Blocks, and ornamental work. Let the big mixer put in your sidewalk—it Cement, Rock and Lake Weir Sand for sale, does it better. Fla. 307 to 311 Maln St. Lakeland WE HAVE IT om Stick Candy to the Finest Box Candy Have you tried any of our ME-MADE CANDY ? A Triai is Al We ASh also have a nice stock of Fresh' Fruits. Nuts, Dried Figs. Dates FRESH APALCHICOLA OYSTERS H. O. DENNY Phene 110 % Delivery BB D O BRI O BOFOBBOEOPOROE B0 EO B BIP | [ {i= s e | i § H i q § § : H ) § & and Raisins. | tha DO OOOOOOOOC ———— it ATTACK OF ART By CEQORGE MUNSON. “It was some three years since I'd visited S:ster Emma, her living in York state and me in Ohio, but when she writ me to come and spend the month of March, bocause she had something iz t to say to me, | my natural curiosity overcome me, and I packed my trunk and went. ““Where's Cynthy?' 1 asked, soon as sed I'mma and John. ‘s what I writ you to come ./ says Emma. ‘She won't “‘But you writ me she had gone to New York to study art, and was com- ing home on Washington's birthday,’ 1 answered ‘And how about that young man of hers, Fred Holden? “Then the truth came out. Cynthy had writ she wasn't coming home for a long time to come and she intimated if Fred liked to wait for her he could wait and if he didn't he needn’'t. She had an attack of art badly and was living in a hall bedreom in New York and deing her own laundry, which is what art brings one to. And Emma, knowing how I'd always had a power- ful influence over Cynthy, wanted me to go to New York and bring her home. *“‘How about Fred? I asked. “Fred just mooned around town and didn’t speak to anyone. 1 gathered there had been some sort of quarrel, so I thought it best to say nothing but to go to New York as soon as pos- sible. And a couple of mornings later I was knocking at Cynthy's door on the top floor of a filthy dark tene- ment place near Washington Square. “‘'Come in,’ said Cynthy. ‘Why, Aunt Lidy, whatever brung you here?' “‘T'll tell you later, Cynthy,’ says I. ‘Meanwhile, have you got a bite of lunch for me? *‘Cynthy made tea over the gas and we ate sausage sandwiches together, Cynthy looking at me curious-like all the while. “‘l sure do love sausage sand- wiches, especially them forrin kinds,’ says I, and I see a look in Cynthy's eyes that told me I had got home. 1 i forgot to say that the tiny room was all fixed up with hangings and sofa “Had a Party That Afternoon.” )4 ulis and the was plastered with Cynthy's pict pitlows, “‘Sold any of ‘em, my dear? 1 | asked | Not yet, auntie,' says Cynthy, ‘but I expect t b public isn't | educated ir matiers, you know. {If 1 chose to give them what they wanted 1 could sell them all Now | what brings you here, Aunt Lidy ? i 1 tired of the humdrum of domestick 1 told her ‘Your Uncle Abe gets on my nerves. 1 want and obey the im- Thats' why I come to live my own li pulses of my soul to you. “Cynthy stared at me as if T was an animal. Then she comes up and throws her arms round my neck and kisses me, and I know she's the same Cynthy. “We had a party that afternoon, the queerest folks. All the men wore jaded looks and loose black ties, and the women was dressed any old way. The things they talked about I'd be ashamed to tell you, but I didn’t look feazed. “‘Auntie,’ says Cynthy, when we were alone again, ‘I don't know wheth- er you'd care to have dinner with me at the Eclectic club tonight. It costs twenty-five cents and there's a dis- cussion afterward. “‘What's it about?' I asks. “'It's called “Should Women Have Children?”’ says Cynthy, looking at me. ““Why, that suits me to the ground,’ I answers. ‘I've always wanted to know. What's the answer? “‘Well, says Cynthy, ‘some will say yes and some no, and it will be a very interesting debate.’ ' “It was. 1 was feeling sort of empty after the dinner, but that talk filled me all right. I'd never heard anything like it. “‘'m afraid you must be shocked, th your old- ioned ways, when we'd shook off the home swered art the sort rising in message ef 2 And to think eds Poor dub, Fred ' remarkable wasted with your | Holden, who don't know art from & turnip. My, I'm glad he's hankering after that Lucy Brown.' “Cynthy seemed quite shocked. ‘what do you mean, auntie?" she asks. So I told her how Lucy and Fred went walking out on Sundays and how the ! neighbors was sort of speculative ! about 'em. Cynthy didn't say much more that night. I slept on the floor, on fiver sofa pillows. I didn't like it, but she never knew. “Cynthy didn't seem quite so bright the next few days. Every time she took me out I'd ask her, disappointed like, if that was the best she could show me. I said I wanted to hear a real artistic debate. I didn't want to know if women should have chil- dren, I told her, but how many, and why, The meals I put down was ter- rible. *‘Aunty,’ said Cynthy, at last, tak- ing me by the shoulders, ‘tell me, hon- estly, ain't you shocked at all?’ “‘Why no,’ says I. ‘I think it's love- ly to have the artistic spirit. My, what do we care about those poor creatures at home?' “‘But, aunty, I—I do care about them, says Cynthy, strangling a sob. “‘But we've flung 'em overboard,’ I says, executing a Pa Soul about the room. ‘We're the army of the future, Cynthy, the army of martyrs. We've left home and husband and swetheart for art's sake. When're we going to the club again? “‘But don't father and mother mind me being artistic?” asks Cynthy. “‘They love it,’ I answered. ‘And Fred says, he's glad he found out the narrerness of his soul, being only a country lawyer, or he might have made your life miserable. Don't you want 'em to approve of your taking to art, Cynthy? “‘No,’ sobs Cynthy, ‘I wanted to shock 'em, aunt. I hate art.’ “‘Hate art!’ I exclaimed. ‘Cynthy, you make me feel terrible. How am 1 going to appease my hankerings if you're going back on me? “‘But it's different, says Cynthy, now fairly crying. ‘You've got Unole Abe, and you were always contented at home, and now I've led you astray, at your age and made him miserable, and—I'd never have left Monattah, only Fred told me if I did he'd never ask me to return, and I couldn’t take that from him—but it all makes me sick, Aunt Lidy.' “‘So it does me, Cynthy,’ I an- swered. ‘And maybe I got that wrong about Fred Holden and Lucy Brown. Now I come to think of it, it was Jack Iliggins was going with her. My, Cynthy, what's the matter? What are you hunting for? “‘The time-table,” answers Cynthy.” (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) WILLING FOR BOY TO HAVE IT It Was All Ri;int. SAoALong as Wife Understood Just What Became of the Rose. Every morning the wife pins a flower to his lapel as he starts for the office—a rose, when she has one, a blossom of some plainer sort wherf roses are scarce. This morning she had a rose, but she withheld the usual delicate atten- tion, and for the first time he per- ceived an ominous look in her eyes. “You never have the flower in your buttonhole when you come home in the evenings,” began his wife, sarcas- tically. “How do you always contrive to lose it?"” “I do not lose it,” he replied. “I wear the flower until I reach my desk. [ feel that that is far enough for a plain business man to carry a flow- ) “After reaching your desk, what do you do with the flower?" she asked. “I give it away,” he replied. “To the girl stenographer?” wested his wife, icily. “Oh, no, I give it to the office boy,” he answered. “I beg your pardon, but you do not give it to the office boy,” she retorted with acerbity. stencgrapher. 1 have seen it pinned on her shirt waist every day that I have ecalled at your office. I think I shall discontinue the flower.' “In that case I shall lose an office boy—probably by suicide,” remarked her husband, meeting her indignant eyes frankly. in love with the stenographer, and is trying to make a hit with the flower.” Hastily she pinned a rose to her husband’s lapel, and said: “Be careful not to lose it—and give it to the office boy as usual.” Nature’s Ironies. The frony of fate has had few'finer {llustrations than that staged in the western part of this country during the last seven months. A drouth, unrivaled for duration and severity, held nearly a dozen states in ‘its grip last summer, drying up wells and streams, parching pas- tures, ruining crops. As a result of this drouth, hundreds of thousands of breeding stock or unfinished steers were sent to market, because there was no fodder to carry them tpmugh the winter. Having struck her blow, nalure be- gan to smile. She sent an open sea- son which enabled farmers to do theif lpkxwing at a time when the ground usually is locked in frost. She foilow- | ed this favor with a series of snow- ; falls throughout the west, all of them and one quite unprec?- | dented. Melting snow will supply the | moisture too often lacking, good crops | are almost assured, and not for a gen- | eration has there been such good ! range pasture as will be found this { summer. But the stock which should | fatten and multiply on that pasture | have gone to the stock yards.—Ch¥ I cago Journal. sug-* “You give it to the “He is head over heels | [=] Loug Lifcof Linen that 1» just what we are giving 1s what you are looking fer and slony with good lsundry work. Try us. Lakelana Steam :Laundry Zheny 130, West Hain @ B it cdnio - 0 cale o o2 ML, < 0 S "® YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING 8FEK MARSHALL. & SANDERS The 0Id Reliatle Centractcrs . k¢ have been building hemses in Lakeland for years, and . 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