Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, July 9, 1914, Page 2

PAGE TWO FIGURES IN STAMFORD TRAGEDY Mrs. Helen M. Angle, the beautiful widow of Stamford, Conn., and Waldo R. Ballou, her elderly admirer, who was found lifeless, with his skull crushed, on the sidewalk in front of the woman's apartments. Mrs. Angle said Ballou was calling on her and was intoxicated; that he fell down the stalirs and she, in a panie, dragged his body out to the street. o e e @i cpadddpdd g g dbiddni g J. B. STREATER Contractor and Builder Having haq twenty-one years' experience in building and con- & tracting in Lakeland and vicinity, I feel competent to render the best service in this line, If contemplating building, will be pleased to furnish estimates and all information, All work guaranteed. § Fhone 169 J. B. STREATER FHPREPEEFIRIEEDIIDIREID L $ : JUST LOOK AT THIS Hart, Schafiner & Marx Suits Selling as Low as $16.0, $18.00 & $20.00 that were originally $20.00, $25.00 and $27.50. Mobhair Suits as low as $9.60 to $12.80 now. All our Im- ported Straw Hats cut way down in price. Den’t miss this Suit and Pants Sale as it isyour only chance to get a good thing for a song. JON. The Hub = The Home of ' Hart Schaffner & Marx Clothing | ii’%:l oo 0000..0...‘.0.”0..'....: THE HARD-HEADED MAN By DON MARK LEMON. (Copyright.) The water in this here well is as hard as rocks, but that ain’t to be won- dered at, seeing as how the well was dug by the hardest-headed man in all creation and Hampshire county. About ten years ago, and for about twenty years before that, old Jim Clark and his son Bill lived here. They were two of a kind, and that kind was rocks. They were hard-headed from the socks up. They had such hard- headed notions about most things that people around here just concluded that they were born “sot.” One day old man Clark thought he'd like to have his well over nearer the barn, and it was a blessed thing he decided to dig a new hole instead of moving the old one, or he'd have done it. He s to Bill: “Bill, I'm go over to Berkshire to look after some cows, and while I'm gone you hustle & bit and get the well started.” “Wherell T begin the top of it?" asks Bill, kind of sarcastic like, as the jold well his dad had dug slanted a | good bit going down. “Right here,” says old man Clark, | pointing at this particular spot. | A hard-headed look came into Bill's | face. “This ain't no place for the | well,” he says, and he walks round | to the other end of the barn and starts ! the well where he thinks It ought to | be. | “What are you doing there?” calls ' old man Clark. “Digging a well,” says Bill. “Who told you to dig it over there?” shouts the old man. “Common sense,” says Bill. | Then a hard-headed look came into old man Clark's face. “You dig the i well where I tell you to,” he says, “or i I'll make you.” | “Shoo, dad!” says Bill, who was a | great, strapping fellow of twenty. | “You think I can't?” says old man | Clark. i “I do,” says Bill. | “You'll diz the well here,” says the old man, and about a month later he fills up the new well that Bill dug in the wrong spot, and goes off with the | remark that he'll be back in about five | or ten years. | Bill Watches him go over the hill, {and then he goes back and digs out the well that his dad had filled up. | Well, about six years after that, old | man Clark comes home. ‘ “Hello, dad!” says Bill. TH¥ EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA,, JULY 9, 1914, POUF! AH-LA-LA-LA By MARIE BEAUMARSCHEFF. 000000000000000000000000 | | (Copyright.) ; | Madame had locked her son in a| room. Such a son! Such a mother! Emil Jean Marie Lefebre wept and | was chastised at the age of lwenty-| one. Madame la mere—buxom, irate,' huge—was competent to manage any one—even a gendarme if need be. | The cause? A miserable—pouf!— the scum of a milliner's daughter down the street, she of the hair re- sembling carrots, and the atrocious freckles. Mon dieu! and it would seem the more freckles, the more love. Bien! Madame would attend to all —first to Emil Jean Marie; afterward to the bold minx; all—all in good time. What would you? To girl come to the house every week, attend you!—to for a bonnet not yet vorn! madame had possessed it a year; but what then? What with ts hues—yellow and pale pink—it was not possible to wear it so soon after the death of monsieur. For madame’s husband had died during the year, and so she had continued wearing her old black hat. Who would expect anything differ- ent? A beloved husband in his coffin, the very thought of yellow and pale pink was odious—odious for many days to come. Meanwhile madame had been constantly reminded of the price of her unworn bonnet, Can one never trust the ungrateful children? Ah, the tortures of mother- hood! First the agony of the birth; collect a 1 3 TN APEPE TR & | then the rearing of the infant, the fear “Hello, Bill!” says old man Clark. | Then he sees that the well hasn’t | been dug where he wants it, and he ' says: “Are you going to dig that well where I told you to?" “No,” says Bill, “I ain't.” “You'll dig that well where I want you to,” says old man Clark, and he goes into the house and says not an- | other word about it for ten years, when, as he was dying, he calls Bill in and asks: “Have you changed your mind about digging that well?” “No, dad,” says Bill, “I ain’t.” “You'll dig that well where I told you to,” says the dying man, and then he turns over and dies. But first he gives Bill a letter, and after the funeral Bill opens it and reads that, since he wouldn't dig the | well where his dad wanted him to, old man Clark had drawn out the ten | thousand dollars that used to be in the bank, and he would now have to hunt around and find where it was hidden, according to directions. The | first direction was to dig under a big stone in the pasture, which Bill did, and found a piece of paper in a lead box telling him to go to a place in South America, up in the Andes, and dig in a certain spot near a river, and he would find further directions. Bill left the farm in the care of a neighbor, and after months of travel and adventure and danger of all kinds { he reached the Andes and dug where he had been told to, and unearthed an- other little lead box. Inside it was a strip of paper, which told him to g0 I!o Alaska and dig at a certain place | near Dawson City and he would learn more. Bill tucked the directions away very carefully, and when he reached Alas- ka, he found the spot mentioned by | old man Clark and dug for further in- | formation. He unearthed another of those lit- tle lead boxes, and inside, in the hs writing of his dad, was ation that, since hard-headed i\\oll. he would | Africa and d the ¢ abot ic 3 So, ¥ 8 he dug the w after ation that } e & ation tha 1 over the earth, to come he end and dig a well that it will not live, the continued and eternal vigilance—for what? To have an ingrate of a son answer a summons to the front door every week, like a rabbit run out of its burrow, and fall in love with the daughter of an ex- orbitant milliner—a daughter present- ing a bill—as if she were wound up regular to appear once a week like a mechanical toy! To think that he should be so un- like his brother Paul Baptiste—Paul Baptiste, who knew not one woman ' « from another except when served by one at his dinner! A fine son; so si- | lent—so honest—so dutiful, who had | eclipsed all by wedding one of the soeurs Felice, The eldest one it was, Antoinette—she who had always had epileptic fits—so sad!—and only four teeth—but a portion of five hundred | francs. Ah, bon dieu! there was filial devotion for you—an example for all mothers to admire! And Emil Jean Marie! Have you not heard, then? He is no longer a son, but an ingrate, an outcast, a pa- riah! His mother’s heart it is broken as well; even the thought of Paul Bap- tiste and his wife will not console. It is like this: Madame locks Emil Jean Marie in her room, “Never,” de- clares she, “shall you come out until you promise to forget this pauper of a milliner girl, who has not a sou to her name. Never—never—never!” “If all were like you in making pay- ment for what they purchase, it is small wonder that she is a pauper.” This atrocity from one’s own son! Then all is quiet. Presently madame goes downetairs. She strolls in the garden at the side of the house; she becomes calm—then pensive. She plucks flowers and 8niffs in deep breaths of sunshine and air. She reflects that it is as well to punish sons once in a while, as le bon dieu knows how men are all born to be lords, and forever order- ing women about as soon as they are married. “It is only during their youth that they are submissive. Men are like kings of beasts,” soliloquized madamae, complacently reviewing her life with the departed monsieur. “Ah! he was like unto a noble lion when roaring his desires: ‘Blanche, fetch my shoes —Blanche, carry the hamper.” Mad- ame wept. A footstep sounded. It stopped in front of the house. Doubtless some stupid ox of a huckster. Madame paid no heed; she continued her gentle rev- eries. It was a romantic moment, full of sentiments of the past. Presently, however, madame bethought her of her uncooked dinner, and she saun- tered around toward the front. Some one was passing by—some one—mad- ame screamed. It was the milliner's daughter—on | her head the yellow and pale pink bonnet! Madame grasped the stone post for support. The girl bowed. “Behold me, madame. I wear the | hat, it is true. Iam I re, but I return t time with it on my head, and you | also may point you reassure yourself on one such a baboon! would look at h uld as soon wed a blue I have made all the Do » T to se- t throw lames ‘5”5*%'!“!"3'@%';&"&%00%‘&*&*3"5"5"5’%' 3 “CONSULT US” ; For figures on wiring your house. V. will save you money. Look out for th. 1 ; rainy season. Let us put gutter aroun| ! b gour house and protect it from decay. T. L. CARDWELL, | Electric and Sheet Metal Contrac | ,, Phone 233. 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FEESPEEPPEEDVOPPEEIIPID 0D N g 0 0 G HON B BBPOH DD FEF WWW?W% BeddP i bduir i i bd — . Phillips Bros. X Fancy Grocery Flour, per barrel . . $6.00 Sugar, 183pounds . . $1.00 Compound, lard)Jib. . 12¢ Bacon, by;the side, Ib. 167.¢ Best Jap Rice 20 Ibs. $1.00 10-Ib, pail Srowdrift @ Bl $1.20 MRS. WILLIAM B. LCEDS @IS \/ Special {0 Saturday “Tango Crean: Brazil Nuts,” chocolate covered. Latest creation Only thirty eist | g | cents per 11| § or q pound for “'m. he hs g ; I s [ son that all 1l l¢ i | tailnments pdeage. forever remember, of the !nassed, T of a pretty bonnet, and of its price. | tin-plate forsaken America | l k af l!:: order to bring up her son as an a e arm({l | English gentleman e e | D et