Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 4, 1914, Page 6

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[AM THE SHOE MAN S 3 PdEPPSPPIE LTI IPOP DRPPPBBHE :W%WW SEPREEIPEEEEEDS P Wil Saéfifice For g Cash A S Pdfd 7 % Ten acres truck land, one lot near school 3 house; also 1 new six room house one acre * of land. : MANN PLUMBING CO.: PHONE 257, PINE ST, PSP Pdds SR PR BB BB P dddd X OO TS REMS 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 a moment he would be plunged into the sweet delirium of creative litera- ture. Suddenly a disturbing element burst in upon his peace. Tarbox looked up. Beside him, with a half loving, half pitying, wholly maternal expression upon her face, stood one of the pret- tiest women imaginable, Her hair 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 boiled 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 sz “I do hope it is an offer of a position. And remember, John dear,” she shook her finger warningly, “there isn'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- drew. There had been a time when she would have been dismayed at John's speaking to her in that tone of voice. But she was wiser now. She went out of the room, still smiling. John Tarbox groaned in desolation of spirit. “Turnips!” he muttered contemptu- ously. “And now it's when I had the situation in hand— | Spoiled for a turnip! O, why | didn't T 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 armg in agony of soul, and pres- ently ne fell into an uneasy sleep. In his sleep he had a strange succession 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 He Looked Up. warded off the rays of a very hot sun. He was chiseling out a series of strange, arrow-llke marks upon the glazed surface in front of him, and he seemed to understand perfectly what he was doing, although he could not have explained it, A disturbing element broke in upon his peace. He looked up. Beside him, wearing a half loving, half pitying, and wholly maternal expression upon her face, stood one of the prettiest women imaginable. She was dressed in a long, flowing blanket, and her dark hair was bound back with a fillet. 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. Boil it in its mother's milk. Now you've driven that idea clean out of my head.” He was alone again. He looked up at the blue expanse of the sky. “0O Bel,” he prayed, “next time thou bringest me back to earthly life, be- stow on me a woman who can un- derstand me.” | Dream No. 2. John Tarbox, wearing a short, tight blanket of goat's hair, sat in the shade of a colonnade, writ- ing with a reed pen upon a roll of papyrus. He had just dipped his pen into the {nkhorn when a disturbing in- | gone! Just | Anc | has been offered to me so many times, fluence arrested his hand. He looked & up, to see beside him, wearing a half loving, half pitying and wholly mater- | nal expression, ono of the prettiest | ymp Nfp A FLORIDAZ, women in the world. She was dressed, qi SHEET MUSIC 3 like himself, in a blanket, only long- | & g er, and her jet-black hair fell about I her shoulderss “John,” she said to him in a tongue which was quite comprehensible, though strange, “here's a chance for @ o> i ahe h- | & us to get a little bit ahead. The prop: @ i et Jeremiah says he can use a Ilnlmo:- :§, M S W.C.Wl"lams tation every day except the SabBAI. 48 o0 NURSE and MASSEUSE He says he has got tired of repeating S : | himself, and it you have the goods, let | & Body, Facial and Scalp, | him see them. How would you like & and Swedish Vibratory g: the scape-goat cooked this after- :: Massage Treatment & | noon?” ; @ givenat private homes. ! arbox threw out his hand and | & e JORI SANOR IR & Blectric vibratory and neces- tipped the inkhorn over. & ) 1 “Tell him to go to Jericho!” he|d& sary appliances supplied. i k2 = 4 K roared. “Now you've put that proplt: & Agent for Swedish Electric § ecy of mine clean out of my head. 3: Vibrator. i He bowed his head among the tem- & Y P ple columns. “Why wasn't I born in g Telephone 228 .};\Q.d- J i the patriarchal age!” he groaned. b4 206 East Qak. & Dream No. 3. John Tarbox, clothed in a nine-foot blanket and wearing No. 10 sandals, was seated at a low table, etching upon a waxed tablet with a sort of darning needle. his task. But as he wrote “e became conscious of a disturbing element in the situation. He looked up, to see beside him, wearing a hal 11f loving, half pitying, and wholly maternal expres- sion upon her face, one of the pretti- est women iraaginable. Her flowing robe was girdled at the waist, and her red hair was coiled gracefully at the back of her head. “John dear,” she said, in a partly familiar language whose import, nev- erthele was very clear to him, y s head slave is wait- sar says he wants words about his Gallic 2,000 more the same terms y all the material, | ¢ ent us 15 nightin :5 were left over |¢ Would you soul “Tell Caesar I've got etcher's cramp,” he answered, ‘“The tongues? 0O, can them! Now you've made me forget what 1 was going to write about.” He was alone. idea had left him. his hand. P2 “0O Proserpine,” he prayed, “who presidest over the destinies of mor- | tals, next time thou sendest me forth | g, from the infernal regions, send with | His stylus fell from | % 18 el | % | s publisher before sunset | & scalloped or en|{% s box groaned in agony of T THE SONG StoP 909 Franklin Street. MUSICAL SUPPLIES 3 il Orders our Specealty @ Successor to W, K. McRae. TRANSFER LINED Draying and Haullng of All King Prompt and Reasonabls Rervies Honsehold Moving s Bpecialty Phones: Residence, 57 Green Office, 109 & 43 3 3 3 me a woman who has the power to un- :" derstand me!” @ i Dream No. 4. John Tarbox, dressed | & in a linen sack coat, with bare legs 2. somewhat mottled by the east wind, % was standing upon a castle parapet, |3 fingering a mandolin, dow, a few feet above his head, at \lhich the Countess Leopardheart oc- casionally took the air. A love song, | which had just come to him, hovered His eyes were 5 directed toward a small barred win- |4 : & ABSTRACTS New and up-to-date plant. upon his lips. & Jut 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- | QBddegedabdidididdigrinidd b ol B S Bd0bdd S S S dd it 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 said, in a tongue which reminded him of the French * class that his wife used to attend, “I :?» Just dropped in to see the countess, j._., and she says she hasn't time to come | to the window, because Count Leop- ;‘A ardheart is expected back from the s Second Crusade this afternoon, but | she wants me to drop down this rose | to you, and if you'll compose a martia air in honor of his return she'll get | 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 shouted. “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 I obtain a woman next time who will understand me!” He stopped, for a sudden light had come to him. “Haven't I 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 looked around him, dazed by the 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? by accident.” John waved the letter at her, “Never mind that! Listen, Molly! | Griggs wants me to do some writing for him.” | “Mr. Griggs!” exclaimed his wife. “What sort of writing can he have to offer you?” “He wants me to write insurance polic " answered John. “And, Molly—" He looked at her and hesi- tated. “I'm glad I've got you, my dear, and I think I ought to accept after it Yyou a position about the castle. And, g donit you?” “l don't know what you mean, John,” answered Molly, “but supper’s ready.” (Copyright, 1914, by W, G. 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