Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 11, 1914, Page 7

b O XXX XX ) AN ARTIOI'S DREAMS By H. M. EGBERT. John Tarbox sat at his desk, his head bent over a sheet of white paper. His fountain pen was poised between his fingers. He was a writer, and in & moment he would be plunged into the sweet delirium of creative litera- ture. o uippeq . ufacty, of forced Watep. ts yas of Lace " in upon his peace. Tarbox looked up. OCkkRe,x Beside him, with a half loving, half Drain Tfl pitying, wholly maternal expression upon her face, stood one of the pret- tiest women imaginable. Her bair was soft and fluffy, her gentle gray eyes sparkled with good-humored tol- erance and kindly good will. “John, dear, here is a letter for you,” said this apparition. *“Do you want the turnips mashed for supper or bolled whole?”" John groaned in spirit. “Put it down, Molly,” he said. “The turnips? O, any old way.” Molly Tarbox placed the letter upon the table. “I'll leave it here so that you won't forget to read it,” she said. “I do hope it is an offer of a position. And remember, John dear,” she shook her finger warningly, “there ien't much money left, even for turnips. Have you got an idea?” “Yes!” yelled her husband, running his fingers through his hair. Molly smiled discerningly and with- ; Latest Designs and Lowest Prices St seionys N 'cl'hzrm & qQuote yoy : ! m""‘ St. Cowdery Buildihg § °88, Totates WWWW h was popL; | coming bh, émom fha‘ drew. There had been a time when ce robberyy, e *|s8he would have been dismayed at 8 on the The Llfetlme Of a watCh | 1 John's speaking to her in that tone they left m of voice. But she was wiser now. She — rive it and the satisfaction went out of the room, still smiling. jects to roc o'ends upon the usage IO e hi w licit John Tarbox groaned in desolation statemens 1Y Jewelersuives youin workmanship. e solicit any of spirit. arder for ..tch or Cloek thay has not been giving satisfaction. “Turnips!” he muttered contemptu- ously. “And now it's gone! Just any money — All work guaranteed. when I had the situation in hand— gone! Spoiled for a turnip! O, why didn’t I marry a woman who would have understood me?” John Tarbox was not a brute; he was a creative artist. He and Molly loved each other sincerely. But Molly was not artistic by temperament; if she had been there would probably not even have been turnips. John Tarbox lowered his head upon his arms in agony of soul, and pres- ently he fell into an uneasy sleep. In his sleep he had a strange succession gt w. K ¥ A pleasure to show goods. Cole & Hull 'AE welers ;nd Optometrists. LAKELAND, FLA, 4 Office B. H. Belisarlo, l’lonf 39 B&l\n ! of dreams, Dream No. 1. John Tarbox, coated with white dust and seated among a number of heaps of squared slabs, was chipping with a chisel upon the sur- face of a glazed brick. Upon his head was a sort of mitre, which only partly Phone 348 Black. Res. 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The words she spoke, though strange, were perfectly intelligible to him. “John, dear,” he understood her to say, “Melchisedek, the high priest, says that if you will do some inscrip- tions for him upon the temple col- umns, he will pay you 65 shekels a month. His majesty wants to make a few remarks about his victory over the Jebusites. Do you want the kid stewed or fried in palm oil for sup- per?” John Tarbox groaned in spirit. “Tell Melchisedek to go to Gehen- na,” he answered. “Cook the kid any old way. Now you've driven that idea clean out | ' i\t this Period use all Safe- ruards for Comfort lind Well Being { he best and most practicable of these ig ice"OUR ICE. It preserves ‘! our feed; oemserves your health, increases your pleasure, does you vod in'ways too numerous tomention—and all for & very little i romey. i iistead of decreasing your taking of ice on the cool days which ! 7ill be oocasionally sandwiched between the warm ones, resolve ight now that every day is a full ice day for you. 1 \nd stick to that COUPON BOOK of ours. It is your consistent, per” otnmy hcadi“ L 2 istent SAVER e was alone again. He looked up | ?: L 7 at the blue expanse of the sky. ¥ “0 Bel,” he prayed, “next time thou ¥ bringest me back to earthly life, be- ¥ Lakeland Ice Company Phone 26 stow on me a woman who can un- derstand me.” Dream No. 2. John Tarbox, wearing ing with a reed pen upon a roll of papyrus. X . 1 1 Y ;’ M strange, arrow-like marks upon the ' ,'_i\{‘ glazed surface in front of him, and he ! e seemed to understand perfectly what ) h Boil it in its mother’s milk. | Ak | for him." “PHE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAK ELAND, FLA, APRIL 11, Suddenly a disturbing element burst ° | E A | tated. | He had just dipped his pen | into the inkhorn when a disturbing in- a short, tight blanket of goat's hair, | has been offered to me so many times, sat in the shade of a colonnade, writ- | 1914. PAGE SEVEN .-’ B FEPPESBIFIPPPPIPE OISO Bl b p B b SR S bl B bl KIMBROUGH & SKINNER IRRIGATION CO. WATER THE EARTH TO suit 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, Louisiana, Mississippi and Arkansas. Any one interested in irrigation can'obtain information by writing him or the company. They are now prepared to fill all orders promptly. Address e~ A Kimbrough and Skinner Irrigation Co,, LAKELAND, FLORIDA L T T e T Lttt tluence arrested his hand. He looked up, to see beside him, wearing a half loving, half pitying and wholly mater nal expression, one of the prettiest women in the world. She was dressed, like himself, in a blanket, only long- er, and her jet-black hair fell about her shoulders. “John,” she said to him in a tongue which was quite comprebensible, though strange, “here’s a chance for us to get a little bit ahead. The proph- et Jeremiah says he can use a lamen- tation every day except the Sabbath. He says he has got tired of repeating himself, and if you have the goods, let him see them. How would you like the scape-goat cooked this after noon?" John Tarbox threw out his hand and tipped the inkhorn over. / “Tell him to go to Jericho!” he roared. “Now you've put that proph- ecy of mine clean out of my head.” He bowed his head among the tem- ple columns. “Why wasn't I born in the patriarchal age!” he groaned. Dream No. 3." John Tarbox, clothed in a ninefoot blanket and wearing No. 10 sandals, wae seated at a low table, etching upon a waxed tablet with a sort of darning needle. He worked fast and furiously, absorbed in his task. But as he wrote he became conscious of a disturbing element in the situation’” He looked up, to see beside him, wearing a half loving, half pitying, and wholly maternal expres- sion upon her face, one of the pretti- est women imaginable. Her flowing robe was girdled at the walst, and her red hair was colled gracefully at the back of her head. “John dear,” she said, in a partly familiar language whose import, nev- ertheless, was very clear to him, “Casslus Caesar's head slave is wait- ing in the atrius. Caesar says he wants 2,000 more words about his Gallic wars for his publisher before sunset tomorrow, on the same terms as be- fore, Caesar to supply all the material. And Lucullus has sent us 15 nightin- gales' tongues, which were left over from his party last night. Would you rather have them scalloped or en TER TR L L L Mann Plumbingce. Best e our Order Work ; Now and and Lowest il Prices the Rush . All Work Guaranteed First Class in Every Respect. Estimates will Be Furnished on Short Notice. Office Phone 287 Residence Phone 274 Red Now Under Glenada Hotel Pine Street J W.Townsend Alonza Logan LOGAN § TOWNSEND BUlLQ!NG CONTRACTORS We Furrish Surety Bonds On All Contracts brochette?” e bt If you want a careful. consistent. and re- “Tell Caesar Ive got etchers|M [iable estimate on the construction of your building, SEE US IMMEDIATELY. TELEPHONE 66 cramp,” he answered. “The tongues? 0, can them! Now you've made me forget what 1 was going to write about.” He was alone. idea had left him. his hand. “O Proserpine,” he prayed, “who presidest over the destinies of mor- tals, next time thou sendest me forth from the infernal regions, send with me a woman who has the power to un- | derstand me!"” Dream No. 4. John Tarbox, dressed in a linen sack coat, with bare legs somewhat mottled by the east wind, was standing upon a castle parapet, fingering a mandolin. His eyes were directed toward a small barred win- dow, g few feet above his head, at whichfthe Countess Leopardheart oc- casionlly took the air. A love song, which had just come to him, hovered upon his Hps. But before he could fit the first word to the tune he became conscious | of a disturbing element in the situa- tion. At the barred window appear- ed the face, not of the Countess Leop- ardheart, but of one of the prettiest women imaginable. She wore a half loving, half pitying, and wholly ma- ternal expression upon her face, and her long, amber-colored hair was held high over her head with two tortoise shell pins and a bird cage. “John, dear,” she sald, in a tongue which reminded him of the French class that his wife used to attend, “I just dropped in to see the countess, and she says she hasn't time to come to the window, because Count Leop- ardheart is expected back from the Second Crusade this afternoon, but she wants me to drop down this rose to you, and if you'll compose a martial air in honor of his return she’ll get you a position about the castle. And, John, she’s ordered a barbecue from the butcher, and wonders whether you think it ought to be stuffed or not.” John Tarbox’s mandolin fell from his nerveless fingers, and the wind blew icy cold about his knees. “Tell her to go to Antioch!" he ghouted. “Now you've made me for- get every word of that madrigal!” : He turned away. “If the heresy be true of those who say that we come more than once to birth,” he mused, “may 1 obtain a woman next time who will understand me!” He stopped, for a sudden light had come to him. “Haven't | met that woman some- where before?” he asked. John Tarbox awoke. A strongodor of turnips, which had wafted into his room from the region below, warned him that supper time was at hand. He ! “Never mind that! Listen, Molly! Griggs wants me to do some writing | looked around him, dazed by %the l Futch & Gentry Bldg Every vestige of an His stylus fell from There is afman, by name, Mr. Denny, Who is wise and saves every penny. START BANK Acco\m !& ‘ou.au s TRADING MERE O .1! \41‘ M | m wlatlrh He Trades at Our Store Because Prices are lower, And the dollars he saves—they are many. W We do not Sacrifice Quality In Order to Quote Low Prices We Have Set the Standard of Quality High Coupling with it a Price made as Low as a Moderate Margin of Profit will permit Your Interests are Conserved by Trading With Us. strange experiences which he had undergone. Upon the cover of his pa- per-box a letter lay. John opened and read it *“John, dear,” said Molly, coming out of the kitchen, “can you eat layer cake without the layer? I left it out by accident.” John waved the letter at her. W WILSO! HARDWARE CO. “Mr. Griggs!” exclaimed his wife. “What sort of writing can he have to offer you?” “He wants me to write insurance policies,” answered John. “And, Molly—" He looked at her and hesi- “I'm glad I've got you, my dear, and I think I ought to accept after it don’t you?” sobn ameweres uoth, vt suppers || PHONE T1 OPPOSITE DEPOT ready.” (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.)