Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 17, 1914, Page 2

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Base Ball goods, Tennis balls, Fishing- tackle, etc. The Book Store N Benford & Steitz \\ BEEY 1 \'* PLAYCRS i{\ vy THE ] Vorld’s Champions | i (%] LACLUCIVELY BB R R B BB BED IR D% G0 SIDEWALKS Having had many years’ experience in all kinds of cement ana brick work, I respectfully solicit part of the paving that is to be done im Lakeland. All work m GUARANTEED ONE YEAR As an evidence of geod faith I will allow the property owner to retain 10 per cent of the amount of their bill for that time, pro- viding they will agree to pay the retainer with 8 per cent per an- num at the end of the guarantee periog if the work shows no in- jurious defects caused by defective material or workmanship. D. CROCKETT ®. 0. Address, Box 451 Res., 501 North Iowa Avenue. B T T e | | MAYES GROCERY CO. « . Reduce the cost of living,” our motto for nineteen fourteen Will sell staple groceries, hay, feed, Wilson-Toomer Fertilizers, all kinds of shipping crates and baskets, and seed potatoes, etc., at reduced prices : Mayes Grocery Co. LAKELAND, FLORIDA EVBENING TELEGRAM, LAR e | B BIRL WITH THE FLAG! | By MRS. GEN. GEORGE E. PICKETT. ——————— The long lines of infantry had swept up through the green valleys of southern Pennsylvania and were weariedly marching northward to a battlefield somewhere, no man of them could have told where. They only knew that they were tired and foot- sore and hungry, and the rich green flelds they had passed had brought no comfort. A young soldier took off his ragged cap, wiped the perspiration from hi face and looked over at a little cot- tage with its encircling vines. It made him think of another little cot- tage across the lines, where the vines had embowered his childhood. As the head of the column came opposite the house a girl ran out from the open doorway to the front of the portico. She had a United States flag tled around her as an apron and she stepped upon a chalr that the whole army might see it and waved it deflantly at the approaching troops. The leader looked around appre- hensively. Some of his men had come from the most frightfully devastated part of the South. How would they take the sudden defiant presentation of the banner under which that ruin had been wrought? With a swift, graceful movement he wheeled his black battle horse out of line, lifted his cap, bowed to the warlike maid and saluted the flag she bore. He turned to the advancing men, waved his hand, and every tattered cap wns lifted and each man as he passml! saluted the enemy’'s colors. The leader rode forward to his place and the long line moved on. “She s a little fighter,” thoupht the boy who had waved his cap to her. “I should like to have her for a sister. Only if she were my sister | she would wave but one ag.” i He sighed, remembering the lonely cottage under the magnolias. “In love again, by Jove.” said the| older soldier who marched beside him. “Hi, boys! What do you think? Shivers is in love with the little Pennsylvania amazon.” “Shivers is always in love,” said an- other. “He's the victim of chronic affection. Do you remember how he fell in love with the guerrilla’s daughter and came near being shot for a spy? Some day Shivers will have a fatal attack of love and Gener- al Lee will quit lying awake nights trying to keep at the head of the army, in the light of Shiver's increas- ing military fame.” “Military fame, indeed!" growled a rugged veteran. “All the fame Jack Shivers will ever get will be for, writing verses and singing love songs with guitar accompaniments.” All the while they were marching on—they who dreamed of home and love, they who professed a lofty scorn for sentimentalities, and they who went silently to the field whereon a cause was to die. On the morning of the third poor Jack Shivers was one of those who lay behind the low, long hill and) looked eastward into the space be- tween two ranges of fire-crowned peaks. A man was crouched down beside him with his hand resting uni his shoulder. Neither spoke, but| there was a comradeship in the touch that told of a love greater than men put into words. Beyond the crest they waited as the slow hours went by--waited till the order came, and they went down into the valley of death. What they did on that fatal field of Gettysburg is inscribed on the page of history. In the beginning of the retreat Jack Shivers was wounded. The over- whelming force of the enemy were closing in from every point. “He {s dead,” thought the man. He scarce noticed the shower of balls that fell about him nor marveled over the apparent miracle that not one of them touched him as he bore the unconscious boy to a spot of greater security. Under the grove of trees not quite in the line of fire he laid his friend on the smooth grass that had been untouched by the storm of war. With his untutored skill he dressed the wound and sat looking at the still face and trying to tug with the fingers of hope against the weight of despair that filled his heart. The boy moved restlessly opened his eyes. “Are we dead?” “No; unfortunately—we are lone- somely alive. We'd have more com- pany if we were dead.” “Did we win the battle?” “Did we win? Boy, I am too heart- weary and dazed to know anything but pain, unless it be thankfulness that you are alive.” “But tel! me something—where are we and where are the others? O, I see; 1 am wounded and can't go on—but you—you must leave me or you will be taken prisoner or killed.” “Not much, old man; here open your mouth and take a swig of this.” The sun which had risen so bright- ly upon our hopes went down sadly on defeat, and darkness closed around the grove, and still the man sat there, watching over the helpless boy. Over beyond the wessern hills the roll of the old division was belng called and only a thousand voices made answer. The others had re- sponded to the last roll call. Thus the dawn of Independence day gloomed over the defeated army in 1863. and AND, FLA., APRiL 17, 1914. o thie woods n the white unch of Jim went to the ed and looked up and dow sand road. He heard the ¢ wheels and presently 2 man h tling. The sound seemed 10 h"uvm him out of his isolation. He was .~tvxll in a world where men ¢ S He stepped out into the The driver stopped whis- stie W 1 ald coMNid ro wagon drew up his horses suddenly and said io @ gruff, but not unfrieadly, tone: * "Mornin."” “Good morning.” ‘round “What do you want, comin’ : skeerin' my horses so early 10 the | mornin’?" “A ride in your Wago thing to eat.” The man wagon seat some pieces of bre: meat and a bottle of coffee. “I keep a perambulatin’ house er entertainment. Breakfus' fer two ef you wan' ter bring 8 friend, an trained waiters. All you want now 18 a fire ter warm it by an’ somebody ter perside at the bar, which I'm him. There was & glint of honesty in the rugged face and a frank tone tn the voice that inspired confldence, and Jim led the way to where hls wound: ed friend lay. | “Purty as a plcter. I'd like ter set him up on the mantel piece ter look at, but in a storm ['d rather tie ter you."” He so far ylelded to the universal dominance of the picturesque as to kindle the fire and heat the break-| fast for the wounded boy. “Now, you fellers cain't stay hyer,” he said after the breakfast was fin: ished. “It's dungérous. Somebodyl come along an’ nab you en, leastwise, i my hotel is the only trav'lin one in | these parts, an’ when it moves on you won't have no feed.” Thar’s a place down hyer on the road whar you'd be safe 'mough. [ll take you thar. They's Yanks en you's rebs, I take it, but they ain't people to go back on & feller what's wounded, ner one at’s takin’ keer er the unfort'nit.” “Yes; we're rebs. What are you?” “I'm a teamster,” replied their host, with a fine air of neutrality. They stopped in front of a cottage with a rose vine growing over it and pink roses peeping out brightly. A great Newfoundland dog sleeping in the yard arose and came to the gate, wagging his tail in a friendly way. “Here we are,” said the teamster, lifting the boy out. As he carried him up the steps, confident of the welcome he did not stop to ask, a girl came out on the portico. “How are you, Rosalyn? You see I've brought you a Johnny reb to take care of.” The girl frowned darkly. “How dare you call him names? Maybe he was that when he fought. When he is wounded he is a south- ern soldier.” “She had brown eyes,” thought Shivers, looking at her with a long, | slow glance through half shut eyes. She was not deflant now, but gentle and sympathetic, and Shivers thought ghe had tears in her eyes when she looked at him. He could not see well. He was dazed by fatigue and the pain of his wound. Even as he looked at her he drifted off into un- consciousness. When he came back to the world the soft eyes still looked compassion- ately at him. His thought went back, groping for a memory of her “You are the girl who waved the flag at me.” “Oh, but T wouldn't if I had known that vou would be wounded. I'm so sorry.” “Sorry that I am wounded?" “Yes, and that I waved the flag"” “l am not sory for that; I rather liked it. Perhaps I am not so sorry for being wounded as I was some hours ago.” His wound had been skiltully dressed and the pain was Tessened. Through a window opposite his couch he looked out into a mesh of pink- blossomed vines above which was a glint of blue sky, sun-bathed. And the soft eyes yet looked at him sor- rowfully. was assuaged. July dreamed into August, August drowsed into September, September awakened the world to a new life, and then Jack Shivers went to his n and some- took from under the ad and R PEEEEIR S BBE PP southern home, leaving a very sor-| rowful little maiden in the cottage under the oak trees, but she held a sweet hope in her heart as he held her hand at the parting and said: “When the war is over—" The daisies have blossomed many times on the field of Gettysburg and the snows of time have descended upon the heads that then were young. In the little cottage, under the mag- nolias, a white-haired man and \vori)- an go hand in hand adown the slope of lite. ~When the Fourth of July comes she lifts brown eyes upward to him and says: “Let's hang out the old flag, Jack?" He assents and she brings it from its hiding place. The passerby might say that its colors were faded and its stars had lost their sheen, but Jack Shivers says it is more beautiful now than when it waved deflance to him in the ago. Then they both fall to dream- ing of the Fourth of July in '63. (Copyright, 1914, by Dally Story Pub. Co.) Must Be Something Wrong. “I understand that a Chicago woman | who has been married to the sn'mf man four times thinks of trying it again.” i “What's the matter? Is he afflicteq with something that makes it impos- sible for him to run?” ; vNew Laid and Running Over, Little Ethel (at breakfast)—oOp mamma, the cook’s been and boile . d my egg too full.—Boston Transcript i Small wonder that his gflefi long | | ? Graduate NURSE and MASSEUSE ¥or aa—— — g BB | & "SONG R THE SHOP ¢ o0 Franklin Street. \ TAMPA l“LOI!lI)Ag SHEET MUSIC : AND MUSICAL SUPPLIES :‘1 © Mail Ovders our Specealty & K — ODAK DD “M.ss W.C.Williams S UPPLIS Dike’sFamily Remegy i3ody, Facial and Scalp, ind Swedish Vibratory ¢ Massage Treatm nt given ab private homes. Jlectric vibratory and neces- sary apphances supplied. Agent for Swedish Electric Vibrator. ‘hone 225 Red. 206 Kast Oak. 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