Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 27, 1914, Page 2

PAGE TWO | o SROHBOUELHEO SO O BB CHPLHEOREA0 & CRBIRSACHE0HS | -0-0-K j Every pair of HANAN l and WALK-OVER | Shoes, STETSON and KNO X Hats Going for $1.00 “While They Last” Now’s your chance to get a BARGAIN “FOR CASH” Williamson Clothing Co. “Fashion Shop for Men” SRS 3% SRR SR RDEEPDUUBSEIDPIIREDE B i Mayes Grocery Company it WHOLESALE GROCERS “A BUSINESS WITHOUT BOOKS” We find that low prices and long time will not go hand in hand, and on May Ist we will instal our new system of low prices for Strictly Cash. We have saved the people of Lakeland and Polk County thiousands of dollars in the past, and our new system will still reduce the cost of living, and also reduce our expenses and enable us to put the i knife in still deeper. i We carry a full line groceries, feed, | grain, hay. crate material, and Wilson & Toomers’ Ideal Fertilizersalways on hand Mayes Grocery Company ] 211 West Main St., Lakeland, Fla. oo JUST LOOK AT THIS Hart, Schaffner & Marx Suits Selling as Low as $16.00, $18.00 & $20.00 I that were originally $20.00, l $25.00 and $27.50. Mohair ges s satonldnl Sal et Sul s ‘; EREgpE s n el putut Sut tutinttulutSut Sul TuT Sut ek Mat 3 ————reo = - & s BB B BB Foefords Suits as low as $9.60 to $12.80 now. All our Im- ported Straw Hats cut way down in price. this Suit and Pants Sale as it is your only chance to get a good thing for a song. Thie Hub The Home of Hart Schaffner & Marx Clothing JOS. VAW CVYAIL e 8 2O LSO PO RO SO O s SN AR S8 OF Qg0 geliileptepbiagiattut tul tay 2 B ORCk B B b B o DEDDBIPIBIGONSDIBBID BB | down THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA, JUNE 27, 1914 By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART, The Prodigal sat downstairs in the dining room. The house was curious- | ly quiet, though faint sounds came | from the kitchen, where the evening dishes were being washed—carefully, 80 as not to disturb the hush After a while his sister came to him. Her eyes were red and her face was blotched and swollen. The Prodigal got up awkwardly and shook hands. ' “How are you, Selina? he asked, re- turning her nervous clasp. “Pretty well,” she said formally. “We didn’t know you were back till | yesterday. The last we heard you were in Montana.” “I was there for a couple of years. I—1I just heard this morning about fa- ther. How is he?” “Very low,” she answered in a hushed tone. And then she began to cry, noiselessly, without attempting to wipe away the tears that rolled down her pale cheeks. put out his hand, as if to comfort her; then he remembered and drew it back. He looked strangely out of place in the ugly respectability of the room. He knew it all so well; the built-in corner cupboard, with the glass doors, and his mother's wedding-cups on hooks just inside; the red and green oover on the square table; the black marble clock on the mantel—it was all the same, except that just beside him there was a buffet, new and showy, with a silver-plated tea set on the top. He divined that George had bought it His sister was not crying now. She | was inspecting him — his shabby clothes, his frayed linen, the gray in! And then some- | his thinning hair. thing in his face caught her atten- tion; his chin was working convul- sively, and there were tears in his sunken eyes. The lines left by years of dissipation were obliterated for the time, and there remained only grief and a great regret. “Would you like to go up?’ she asked more kindly. All the small things—rescntment, anger, bitterness —were swallowed up in this trouble that had come. Then, seeing his hesi- tation; “I don’t think he will know you,” she said. The Prodigal creaked up the stairs after her. Instinctively he avoided the second step from the top; there had always been a loose board there. “George isn’t here,” his sister whis- pered, turning. ‘“He has been camp- ing for a week and he can’t get back until morning. The elders from the church have been taking turns at sit- ting up. Wait until I see if he is sleeping.” The Prodigal stood on the little land- ing and waited. The house spread out on three sides of him, smaller than he had remembered it, but otherwise unchanged. The door was open into the bare study. There were books everywhere—how familiar was that confusion of books!—but the desk was strangely orderly. His sister did not come back to him at once, 8o he went in and sat down. Even the wallpaper was the same. Over in the corner, behind the book- cases, would be the pencil-marks which had registered for years his annual gain in inches, only—he could not look. And there was his moth- er's picture, in its black walnut frame, and under it George himeelf, in queer plaid dresses and black shoes with white buttons. He had been taller than George in those early days; it was a long time ago—a long time, His sister came to the doorway. “"He won't know you,” she said. “You can come in.” The dim light of the lamp was kept from the sick man’s eyes by a green shade on one side of the burner. The Prodigal stopped inside the doorway awkwardly, while his sister went over and smoothed the counterpane. “lle doesn’t toss around any,” she said. “He just lles there.” The Prodigal moved over slowly and looked down at the old minister’s face. The thin white hair was spread a lit- tle over the pillow, like an aureols, making the placid face, with its closed | eyes, look frail, almost ethereal. As the son looked down the dying man opened his eyes, “George,” he sald weakly, and held out his thin white hand. The Prodi- gal was embarrassed: he glanced at his sister for assistance, “His eyes are bad,” she whispered. “If he thinks George is here he'll be happier.” The man stooped and put his hand over his' father's. The thin fingers gripped his and held them. There was something in the touch that brought a lump into the man's throat. Afrer a moment when the fingers did not re gain She came over and leaned d ‘Tt N you would stay for a w § id £ rm i until What he wanted to say was “until the end, but with those fingers clutching his, he could not frame the words And without reason he re- sented her question. Would he stay for a while—he, the elder son, and his father dying? “George will be here in the morn- ing," she whispered, and tiptoed aAWAy. The Prodigal | » | than $ 1 [15 paid ¢ e Only the night was his, then. After all the years only a few hours, and those because his father thought he was some one else. . The old man stirred a little and wakened. His feeble hand was lmo’d | slowly until it rested on the Prodigal’s bowed head. “You have been a great joy to me, George,” he said gently—"a great joy. 1 shall tell your mother. May God bless you!” He lay for a few mo- ments quite still, his eyes on the yel- low roses of the ceiling paper. The Prodigal groaned. Oh, to turn up | the light, to stand forth in his true colors for what he was, to beg for- giveness and a blessing for himself! “George,” the thin voice began again. “I have been thinking much . about Harry.” The Prodigal drew in his breath sharply. “I seem to see him —in the corners of the room—every- where.” It he could only say “I am here!” But the cowardice that had kept him away so long held him now. The old man slept again. The Prod- igal still knelt, but now he was cry- ing, sobbing nolselessly, his shabby coat heaving. Outside, in a chair in the dim hall his sister slept, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. The faint, bluish gray of the early spring dawn came through the open win- dow, and from some stable near came the stamping of horses. The Prodi- gal got up stifly and turned out the light. The slight motion roused the sleeper a little. | “He was always a high-spirited lad, mother,” he said clearly. “His faults are of the head, not the heart. Don't cry, mother. 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But the feeble mind had wandered. The minister was in his church again, looking down from the pulpit at the faces of his peopie. His voice was stronger and full, and the (% | son sank back into the shadow. & 3 “My friends, let us sing together | ' ° 0 this wonderful hymn: ‘There were | ninety and nine—'" The voice trailed : l l s os . off into silence. The old man lay very still. He scarcely breathed, and the pulse in his thin neck fluttered and al- | | most stopped. And out of the shadow at the foot of the bed a man came and dropped on his knees. “Father, father,” he groaned, don't you know me? It's Henry, father— ., Henry. I've come back.” |2 & ST DD g Fancy Grocery Flour, per barrel . : . $6.00 The old man was smiling a little, I:; as If he already saw beyond the border- | % \ land. But at the voice he roused. He I: Sugar’ 18 pounds 5 " $ l '00 looked long and lingeringly into the | eyes of the man beside the bed; then | 12¢ 16!:c $1.00 he lifted his hand in benediction and | $1.20 Compound, lard, Ib. . placed it on the bent, shaking head. | - “Henry,” he said softly—"Henry, my ‘ BaCOfl, by the Side, lb. eldest son! May God bless you!" There Best Jap Rice 20 Ibs. was a great peace on his face. His | 10-1b, pail Snowdrift voice was almost gone, but the Prodi- | gal caught the whispered words that he uttered: (s “For this my son was dead and is .. allve again: was lost and is found.” The room was very still; the faint, |. irregular breath stopped. And on his | knees beside the bed the Prodigal | watched and prayed. | (Copyright, by the Frank A. Munsey Co.) | Relics of an Unknown Race. | « 3 ” Dr. George A. Relsner, profegsor of ‘31 CONSU LT US Egyptology at Harvard, who {s con- [ ducting explorations and excavations 2 In Egypt, has sent word that he has % discovered evidences of a people and a civilization that existed in upper ! Egypt 3,700 years ago and of which no record or evidence has heretofore existed. He made these discoveries at a point which marks one of the | outposts to the south of ancient |, Egyptian civilization, near Kerma and 1 4 not far from the Nile. EleCt“c and Sheet MEtal CUntraL‘IS According to Dr. Reisner the inhabi- | )" tants were neither Egyptians nor ne- «; Phone 233 RC:\r \VllSOn Hdwe CO' groes, and their pottery is the finest and most beautiful made in the Nile valley. Many For figures on wiring your house. We R will save you money. Look out for the rainy season. Let us put gutter around i your house and protect it from decay. T. L. CARDWELL, of the treasures in ivory, stone, and pottery which Dr. Reisner has sent to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts were taken from the graves u y rd Excursion Apparently six or seven subjects | TR " were buried alive with the body of 1“ R | each chief. ot <50u er“ al Way ; Premier Carrier Musical Chicago. T e '(a .lfl' ,flt the~§fl‘fl Figures compiled by the Chicago As. | ROllnd r”DJ‘dres Fl'()m soclation of Commerce show thnt"{ Jflcksonville t') of chiefs “The city has the largest factories for | Ashe the production of the best musical in- |* struments in the world. “There are in Chicago 100 firms engaged in the piano business. Of these 25 have their own factories located here. The player- plano has rapidly come into public favor and this type is found in thou- sands of Chicago homes. About $31,- | 640,000 is spent by Chicagoans annual- ly for music, instruction in music and musical instruments. 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