Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 21, 1914, Page 3

ore'...00s, New Goods, and Better Gooqs SPECIAL BARGAINS EVERY pAy Ladies’ Shirtwaists_ ... 19¢, 39c, 49c. hildren’s Dresses, come see, 39c up SELLING OUT ALL NEW G00DS Khirts, 14 and 1477, 25 and 50c: all sizes 3¢, 3 for 81 good half=dollar Elastic Seam Drawers, 33¢, 3 for 81. Scriven’s No, 50, while they lact " the pair, all sizes. i fer. s, any price you want ; must g0 hec. nsook Underwear, 2-piece Suit.____. 39¢ B0 Unions Suiks e e 69¢ " Suits, $4 for $2.49; § for $2,98; 37.50 for $4.95, More Goods for Less Money U. G. BATES o ring Openin Dur Spring Clothing for Men and Boys e far superior this year than they have er been. The prices are way cheaper so, and it will pay you to come in and —— amine our Suits that range in prices from $15.00 to $25.00 E thing is now in our Store, and a aa¢ our windows will convince you the Quality and Prices we are offering e Public this year. Our Straw Hats re all Imported, and we are the only nes in town that have them. rrow Brand Shirts and Kneeland Shoes. Dnxy Socks in.good Styles aad Ouality. l'iie Hu The Home of art Schaffner & Marx Clothing JOS. LeVAY Office B. H. Belisario, Phone 348 Black. Res. Phone 372 Blue. ) PAVING AND CONSTRUCTION CO. ntal work. - H. Alfield 5. Phone 39 Blue KE Manz nd ornam does it better rs of Cement Brick, Blocks “t the big mixer put in your sidewalk Cement, Rock and Lake Weir Sand for sal® 307 to 311 Maln St. Fla. pkeland ndy! WE HAVE IT Have you tried any of our hlso’ i k of . have 2 nice gg:es 0% d Raisins Ba s IheLadies’ and Children’s Store | OB OBPOPOR oo oo oo oo oo Boofe B Bo oo oo B o B B B B E0 o O BADBONE O SO B BAD DB L BB O O Candy! _(_Z:i;_lllle n Stick Candy to the Finest Box Candy E-MADE CANDY ? A Triai is Al We Ash Eresh” Fruits. Nuts, | 2 F— r— £ m 3 = ¢ L4 0t She had golden hair and a pensive | "\.Ilrv.\sinn and she ate her cafe par- fait with the air of one performing | a great self-sacrifice. “Merey!" cried the girl with the rose color spring hat, as she swept up to the table and deposited her sil- ver purse with a clatter. “Why so doleful? Quarreled with Harold?” The young woman with the golden bair gave her a sad look. “No,” she sald. “Harold and I are good friends. That's the trouble. Sometimes you can be such good friends with a man that he's perfectly happy and satis- fied and doesn't trouble to want to be anything more. However, there's no telling how thoroughly engaged we might be this very minute if it hadn’t been for the cat.” “You are beyond me,” ejaculated her friend with the new hat. “Harold is a brave man. He isn't afraid even of wild animals or any kind of fero- clous creature. Why, ,he shot a prairie chicken once!” “Well," said the golden haired young woman indignantly, “he didn’t shoot one that was brimful of elec- tricity, and, as it happened, that cat was." “She's a griy cat,” proceeded the young woman, “and she made such a lovely contrast to my lavender crepe gown that I was holding her last evening. [ think, anyhow, that it looks so domestic to be fond of ani- mals, don't you? After awhile I let her go because Harold, who was call- ing, got to talking most interestingly of his prospects of an increase in salary and that kind of talk seemed so significant.” “Oh, yes," agreed her friend with the new hat, excitedly. “It certainly did. When a man speaks of money it's always serious, whether it is a bill or the prospect of matrimony! Well, did he?” “You have to have an atmosphere of tolerable calm for a proposal, you know. No man would dream of ask- ing a girl in the midst of a hurricane to join hands with him for life. Do you know what that foolish cat did? She crawled up on the table, tipped over an electric lamp and got herself all tangled up in the cord. Then she bit the cord in her wrath and indig- nation.” “I don't see why it should be a tragedy to have lost a little electric wiring,” remarked her friend. “My goodness!" cried the golden haired girl. “Don‘t you know any- thing about electricity at all? She bit through the insulation and got to a liva wire and short circuited some- thing. Anyhow, she began doing pin- wheels, while perfect streaks of fire shot from her mouth. Naturally 1 was horror-struck. It is upsetting to see a member of the family with lightning shooting from her mouth, and T am really much attached to the cat. “‘Save her! Save her!' I shrieked to Harold—and Harold grabbed the cat!" “Well?" “Then Harold began doing pin- wheels. That added to my fright. I cried for him to stop it, but he paid not the least attention to me, and I never saw such actions. It is a great trial to one's affections to see the object of them attempt to climb the wall paper or drape himself over the chandelier, and that's what Har- old did. 1 screamed—and grabbed Harold!™ “Well?” “It makes me shudder,” declared the golden haired girl. “I don't like to think about it “I have a dazed memory of mil- lions of pins and needles darting through me and then 1 began doing ‘h of us—the cat, pinwheels, too. jed trying madly Harold and 1 to outdo the others, and I don’t know who won I remember that things began smashing and tipping over in the room and my Soprano screams and Harold's deep growls were min- gled. And the cat pervaded every- thing. “We might be dancing yet if my twelve-year-old brother, hearing the commotion, hadn't dashed in, took a look and then with great presence of mind turned off the electric light ewitch. Thereupon Harold let go of | the cat and I let go of Harold and the cat and I hung limp over a chair back just like my fur neckpiece. “iGee!’ said my brother, ‘but you're two loonies! Why didn’t you turn it off vourselves?' “Somehow I've been thinking since then that maybe Harold wouldn't be exactly the person to lean upon in great emergencies.” “There may be something in that,” agreed the friend. He Was Not a Subject. I had often heard a man describe himself as an “American citizen,” writes G. M. but the phrase never struck me so forcibly as it did last week. It was on the boat for Dieppe. The steward came round to warn pas- sengers to get ready for landing. He also took occasion to ascertain our nationality, asking “What subject are vou? British subject? French sub- ject?' and so on. At last he came to an American passenger with the question: “And yours—whose subject arr,-l _\’U‘Z . N g i [ zin't a subject” was his mdlu;. “I ain’t anybody's sub- OLD LOVE CAME BACK By O. R. BARTON. 440000000 0000000000000000 Miss Caroline Ellis sat alone in the moonlight on the old stone bench above the river. According to her feelings, everything in the world was young and joyful and full of romance and hope except herself. It had been years since she sat here on the old seat. In some way she felt now that she was akin to it. It was not only ancient and forgotten like herself, but they both knew the same secret. Rather it knew hers. The music floated down to her from the dancing pavilion that had been built for the occasion on the ! gite of the old school, near the new men's college at the top of the hill. But instead of making her heart beat faster or causing a restless tapping of her decorous high-buttoned shae, the continuous melody annoyed her. She lay back listlessly and wished the foolish young ladies from the seminary, whom she was chaperon- ing, would call her to go home. It must be midnight! But she knew they would stay as long as there was musio to dance to. Dear knows, she would never volun- tarily have come Wmack here of all places? The seminary was near enough to permit her to visit it when- ever she llked. But until tonight she had avoided it. Why the faculty had picked her out she couldn’t imagine. She knew perfectly well that her self- poesession, unresponsiveness, and carefully scheduled life had won for her the title of “Fossil” among the girls. She was a good teacher, but no one loved her, although she had heard one staunch little champion de- clare one day that she believed some person had put a plece of glass in the teacher's heart like the wicked queen did to Snow White, and it there was any way of getting the glass out she belleved Miss Ellis would wake up and be a trump. “Real- ly, you know, she isn't so old, girls! It's just her way!"” Yes! There was a pilece of glass! It had been there since the day she had read the notice of Carl Wilson's marriage to a western girl. That day she had locked her ring in a box with his letters. Below her an oar in a lock made a peculiar grating sound. Suddenly she sprang to her feet with a cry as though from physical pain. The little sound had bridged the 18 years since the last time she saw him. A storm of sobs shook her. Forthe first time she was crying for her old lost love—the love that had robbed her of her youth and happiness—the love that she had schooled herself into believing she had never wanted. Then she thought of her appear ance. It would never do for the “Fos- sil” to appear with a swollen nose and red telltale eyes. She would hunt some cold water to dash over her dis- torted features! The river, of coursel She knew of old that the beach here was cov- ered with smooth little pebbles and the water was clear and clean. She knew, too, of the crooked path that led to it. But it was hard to find even in the bright moonlight. The weeds and bushes hid the break until she was upon it. With a cry she pitched over the edge, and lay inert and senseless on the shore below. A man alone in a boat floating laz- ily on the breast of the stream, heard a scream and saw a flash of some- thing white. The object lay still where it fell. There was no further sound nor sign of life, but he knew ‘| it must be a woman, and she had had a dreadful accident. He pitched his cigar into the water and picked up the oars. ‘With strong, swift strokes he reached the bank, and hurrled to her. As he knelt beside her and drew her head onto the pillow he had made of his coat, he recognized her. “It's Caroline! Poor little girl! To find her this way after all these years.” Miss Ellis was slowly regaining her shattered senses. She did not remem- ber the fall, nor how she got there, nor even the dance. But she was realizing acutely that she was hurting all over, and that some man was try- ing to help her. She opened her eyes and sat up, then staggered to her feet when she recognized him. “Carl!” she gasped. His answer was irrelevant. heaven, you're better. 1 was just go- ing for help. It seemed that fate was golng to play me a scurvy trick and let you die the minute I had found you. May I explain it all?" “Yes!” He drew a tiny bit of worn yellow paper from his pocketbook. “This is the announcement of your marriage to Harry Cromwell, cut out of a Brownville paper.” She took it, puzaled. “But it was Jane, my sister, who married Harry.” Then she flushed. She had believed what she read of htm and had made no inquiry. “I was away out west. I believed it when I read it, for I thought Harry loved you. I did not know until yes- terday that you were not married. “Thank | {Long Lifeof Linen I l alony with good laundry work. 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Cardwell in your own windows - 16¢ - 150 - 200 - 260 I t Dl‘ied Figs' S }v',l‘,'.v "‘J‘] an American citizen.” lca'r‘lYZ(s),u (f‘:.:'?,l'yemn:xi;ured the Fossil, | :SI'I APA[ CI“{;OILVAY OYSIfR f (;u;m:’;an. looked it.—Manchester imd he kissed her. ! LAKELAND’ FLA. 8 H. O. DEN Phone 132 Delivery