Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 6, 1914, Page 7

{H} :l:lu'if).l. ' irhe horse and his stable receive { ‘qé. much of our time and attention YOU CAN BANK ON OUI CONCRETE ¢ {2 make and sell harness and sad- Giving you genuinely satisfactory ngry for ordinary days, and odd|work either in the foundation, side- —J8 for pleasure we keep on hand|walk, blocks, stable and garage floors, fry combs, brushes, neatsfoot oi [g4e. for we use the very best of uni- P peness sundries. Have in |, opovps cement, finest sands, m(.llod all necessary machine, too 1 am prepared to make or repair|®tC+s and we never skimp the pro- 7thing in leaher suddenly. portion of cement used. ‘IeGLA SHAN done? 508 West Main St. THE HARNESS MAN FLORIDA NATIONAL VAULT CO. Buocessor to Lakeland Artifieta) Btone Works H. B. ZImmerman, Mgr. Nk BROIJ G & SKINNER IRRI(iATION C0. WATER THE EARTH TO ::sult conditions. No better irigation in existence. J. W. Kim- brough, of Lakeland, Floridd has the management of the State — of Florida, Cuba, Bahama Isl nds, Alipines, West Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina Misissippi and Arkansas. Any one in- terested in irrigation can obain information by writing him or the Company. They are now repared to fill all orders promptly. Address Kimbrough and Skinner Irrigation Co., LAKELAND, FLORIDA EL R E R EE R r PP, | apring Glothing Openiug'{Up in Full Blast —_———— ‘ Everything in for the Man, Boy Child 1to wear. Genuine Palm Belch Suits, HalfLined, in Stouts, Slims ;IndvRegulars, to be sold at $7.00. Also hoes to match. Boys’ Wash Suits from 0 cents to $1.00. The Finest Clothing n Hart Schaffner & Marx, all shades and olors. AlsolS. M. & C. R. Clothing. We can give you a beautiful £ Suit as low as $15.00 :)llr Straw Hats are imported from Lon- and range in price from $1.50 to : 00 Q@ It will be worth your while \come in and inspect our goods before ,oidg elsewhere. [y, o' JOS The Hub LeVAY The Home of Mart Schaffner & Marx Clothing s -andy! Candy! CandY : WE HAVE IT rm Stick Candy to the Finest Box Candy Have you tried any of our IE-MADE CANDY ? A Triai is Al We Ask 1I|o have a nice stock of Fresh Fruits. Nuts, Dried Flgs. Dates and Raisins. ‘S APALCHICOLA OYSTERS nl \\ THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAK ELAND, FLA., APRIL 6, 1914. PAGUE SEVEN e e By KATHERINE HOPSON, “We're sorry to lose you, Stewart, but don't blame you for going. It's a good chance—better than we can of- fer you here, perhaps for years.” Mr. Denham, managing editor of the Recorder, shook hands with Dick Stew- art cordially. The younger man, aft- er thanking him, passed out of the office with a little glow of pride and happiness. “Old Denham’s a mighty good sort, and he's right. I'm a lucky chap to ot the place,” he mused as he left the private office. The outer office, which had been well occupied when Stewart passed for his interview with Mr. Denham, was now practically de- serted. The men had gone to fill their assignments—except Fred Da- vis. He was clicking away at his typewriter. “Good luck to you,” he said, look- ing up with his keen, peculiar smile. Stewart left the office to fill his last assignment before taking his new position. He was sent to cover the suburban territory of Rockbridge, and departed with more than usual alac- rity. Margaret Wheaton's path lay in the same direction today. When she came six months ago to fill the position of soclety reporter for the office, he had fallen in love with her big brown eyes, her kindli- ness, her spontaneous gayety, and the general dearness of her. But he rec- ognized the fact that Fred Davis also had fallen victim to her charms. 'heanily on my new job; for it leaves the way clear for him,” Stewart thought with a cynicism foreign to him, “Well, at last I have a man-size job, and I am justified in speaking to Mar- garet.” He quickened his steps toward the interurban station, and was so occu- pled that he failed to notice a tall, slender, keen-eyed man dodge into the waiting room, and then watch to see which car he—Stewart—entered be- fore getting on himself and entering the smoker. Nor did he see him re- peat the same watchful perform- ance before they both alighted at Rockbridge. Stewart hastily covered his own ter- ritory, then hastened to the church where the Patton-Whitney wedding had just taken place, the reporting of which was Margaret's object in com- ing to Rockbridge. She had come down on an earlier car, and Stewart had timed himself so that he might arrive on the scene when she was fin- ished with her work. Then he could return to town with her, He found reporters from other pa- pers there and stood a few moments in the fragrant flower decorated church in which strains of the wed- ding music seemed still to linger. Margaret was not there and he made inquiries. Some one told him she had just gone; but whether to the station or to the Whitney home where the reception was to be, he couldn't say. Stewart looked at his watch., “There won't be another car three-quarters of an hour yet. guess she's gone to the house.” Accordingly he made his way to the place in question. It was one of the for 1 largest, most pretentious homes in the suburb. Many persons in wed- ding attire were streaming to the reception when he reached the house, and he made his way through the guests and onlookers with which the walk was lined, From one of the care- takers he learned that Margaret had been there. By announcing himself as a representative of the Recorder he galned entrance. Everybody except the girl he was looking for seemed to be there, and the most careful search failed to reveal her. “8ay, how many people does your paper send out to write up these so clal affairs?’ asked one of the guests whom he knew. “One—usually. Why?” “Well, you're the third this after- noon who has presented himself ia that capacity. 1 belleve the first one was a her,” laughed the man, “Miss Wheaton, of course, our reg- ular society reporter. Hut I don't know any other from our office who would be here.” “Oh, he was a tall, slim chap, with shifty dark eyes.” “The description fits Davis, but he was sitting in the office when I left.” Stewart rapldly retraced his steps to the station, and found to his cha- grin that in his search he had not al- lowed himself enough margin to catch the next car, and missed it by about three minutes. He could see it dis- appearing in the distance. “Yes, Miss Wheaton got on the car,” drawled the station agent in an- swer to the question, “Was any one with her?” “Yes, that tall chap who reports the sporting news.” Stewart turned away from the win- dow. “It's certainly Davis,” he con- cluded grimly. “But how in the world did he get here?” Then sober reascn told him that the only way was on the same car as himself. Cut across back way and got on the smoker.” He sat down and wrote out in full the notes of the legal transfers he was sent to cover. “I can slap them off on the typewriter when I get back,” he told himself. His sense of resentment was growing. He hac re- ceived the letters from New York that | morning giving final acceptance of hig application for a position. Denham had strongly advised him to take the morning train H. C. DENNY “No wonder he congratulated me so “They don't leave you much time to pack your trunk and make fare- well calls on these New York jobs. } There are too many others waiting ! around to snap up the place,” the! managing editor had said. Stewart had decided to take his ad-’ knew he had applied for the position, but as she was away all morning on an assignment, she didn't know of his acceptance. “Every minute is precious, for I have a thousand things to do,” fumed { Stopped and got lunch at a restaurant, the young fellow, as he paced rest- lessly up and down the platform. “It was a low trick of Davis to beat me to it here, when he knew I was go- ing away so soon.” At last the next car came and bore him back to town. When he reached the office it was just as he expected. Margaret had gone home to dinner. He called up her boarding place. She was there, but when he asked to come down that evening she replied that she was go- ing to report another wedding which was going to occur in that vicinity that evening. “But you may come and 80 with me if you like. It won't take me long.” When he told her of his intended departure next day, her invitation was more insistent, With good-by handshakes to other members of the staff, Stewart left the ofice. On the way to his room he vice, still planning how he might have a chance to talk with Margaret. She then he went off home and began has- tily to pack his trunk. As he worked he glanced around the bare little room where he had passed many lonely, homesick, discouraging moments. “I've hated the place, but it seems quite like home when I go to leave it.” He thought of his old, pleasant home in the little town of (arbon which he had left to take his first news- paper position here, and his sense of homesickness increased. “It will all be to do over again when I reach New York, only it will be much hard- er to gain a foothold there.” He found Margaret waiting for him when he reached her boarding place. She had on her wraps, and her brown eyes were shining under the smart little toque. On the way he told her more about his new position, and his hopes and plans for making good. She was all kindness and attention, yet, withal, he had the sensation that she was trying to steer the conversation away from personalities, It seemed to him that she dragged out the work unnecessar- ily long at the house; and when they were at iast free to go, he took mat- ters into his own hands, and insisted that the longest way round was the shortest way home, “Has Davis asked you to marry him?" he asked. At first she looked offended, then she said archly, “What if he has?” “l want to know if you accepted him.” “l probably shouldn't be walking here with you if I had,” she laughed. “What difference does it make?” “Merely, that I'm going to ask you the same thing.” And he poured out the love and longing of the last months. “Instead of the waste of boarding houses it would mean home—and that's as near heaven as we ever get on this earth, I reckon,” he ended hus- kily. For a few moments there was si- lence, and they walked on beneath the trees which rustled their dry leaves in the soft autumn night. He, in alternate hope and despair; she, with her eyes turned away, gazed up at the hazy harvest moon. But by the light of it, when her glance met his, he could see they were full of tears, “l, too, am tired of reflected joy,” she answered slowly, nodding toward her reporter's note-book he was car- rylng. “Instead of writing up other people’s engagements and weddings— | I—I want one of my own.” (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure News- pu;u r Syndicate.) FEW OF HIS KIND REMAIN Eulogy Pronounced Over “Uncle Tip” Proved Him Somewhat Peculiar Type of Magistrate. be justice of the peace In and for Shagbark township, had a wooden leg, and otherwise was about as queer an excuse for a judicial personage as any- body ever heard of,” related the Old Codger. “But in spite of all that the voters regularly tuckered to it and re- elected him by overwhelming majori- ties. You see, he was so quaint and unprecedented, and bad such small re- spect for tradition and knew so little of jurisprudence that, just as likely as not, he'd get the would-be litigants to- gether informally when there was a row on hand, listen to both sides, pry into the matter while he smoked his | old cob pipe, adjudicate the squabble according to the truth and horse sense and then tell 'em a funny story that would send everybody away happy. Uncle Tip's funeral was the biggest ever held in that neilghborhood; saev- eral people cried, and one old feller remarked to a stranger who came rambling around and inquired the se- cret of the late gent's popularity: ‘The 'squire was a helva justice, but he was a helva honest man!’ And I guess that covered Uncle Tip's case about fully as anything could have done.”—Kan- sas City Star. Not for Her. “What did you say to him, dad?" ‘I asked him if he could support you | in the style to which you had become accustomed.” “And he?” “He said he could.” “If he tries it, I'll divorce him!” | “My uncle, Tip Waller, who used to | If you want your Shirts and Collars Laundered the VERY BEST Send them to the Lakelana Steam Laundry Weare better equipped than ever for giving you high class Laundry work. Phone 130 * RGRIRI0IHICHINRORCAESNANSMN SCHCRICRSCROORIORES: . ORI 'F YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING, SEE MARSHALL & SANDERS The Old Rellable Contractors Vv ho have been building houses in Lakeland for years, and v.ho never "FELL DOWN" or failed to give satisfaction, All classes of buildings contracted for. The many fine residences built by this firm are evidgnces of their ability to make good. MARSHALL & SANDERS Phone 228 Blue w?ug EEL B0 0 D G D S e e "n;.f‘n;ug»:3::sus,(3:(5»‘gufiyustuxnsu‘ufiug»fi.{uxnc&ag.* . 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