Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, August 1, 1914, Page 7

THE EVENING TELEGRAM LaK TLAND, FLA,, PAGE SEVEN For every = little ache and pain and big aches and big pains DRIVES PAIN AWAY Is quickly absorbed—good for sores, neuralgia, stiff joints, rheumatism, etc. 25¢ at druggists. WENLEY & HERLEY THE BIGGER THE HORSE The better we appreziate the task of fitting him with suitable and service- able harness. We use only the best materials and workmanship and will | glve you service and satisfaction on either the making or repairing of IAre You Getting Satisfactory Results :E all harness and leather goods. Our W]!h your " eharges are also reasonable. ~~ MeGLASHAN, THE HARNESS MAN K O D A K APE sl Come in and let us explain the successful way to make good pictures. ~ McGLASHAN You Can Talk to Practically All the People in the Town THROUGH THIS PAPER Your summer’s trip will be 1| pleasantly remembered by the (| use of a good kodak. “The Red Cross Pharmacy” |fm' Sale in Lakeland by There! I'm feeling better now. M y, when's that poem of mine going to nppear?" “Why, Mrs. Baunderson, wouldn't you like to try us with something a ' little less gloomy?” inquired Jim. “You | know,” he added, with what seemed a | By HAROLD CARTER. clever thought, “often the best poets E=———————"—— 1 the world find difficulty in having “What can I do for you, madam?” {n- their earlier work accepted.” quired Jim Bryce, editor of the “Four = “Accepted? But you have accepted Corners Sentinel,” as the little old {it!” shrilled Mrs. Saunderson. lady approached his desk timidly. “Well, madam, an accepted poem “I want you to publlsh a poem on has to walt till it can find its place,” my daughter Jane,” ghe snid “T writ | sald Jim. “You see, we have 80 much ' it myself. I hadn’t thought 1 had the news nowadays, with the political gift of poetry till I was along on sev- ¢ampaigh coming on—" enty, but when Jane took mad and! “Jim Bryce,” said the old woman, died up to lhe asylum it sort of loos- “When you was a little boy I found you ened me up.” | sitting in my apple tree eating one of Jim Bryce, being only twenty- flve‘ my County Greens, and when I axed and sympathetic by nature, took the What you were doing there you said | ill.scrawled manuscript and read as You'd gone up to see if it was a- going[‘ follows: to rain, and you was eating an apple | | that you'd found in the grass. And it’ sI God held thee, Jane! Buch pains she had my belief that you're prevaricating That ghe in half & year was mad | now, Just as you did then. Come, speak | And iIn a prison housed; And there, with many a doleful song | up like & man and tell me when that | Made of wild words, her cup of wrong | poem's going to appear.” She fearfully caroused. | “Never!"” answered Jim angrily. "l | didn't want to hurt your feelings, but since you insist, it isn't good enough ' for the ‘Sentinel.’ " “It fsn't, en?” mocked the old lady, V | producing a small volume from under ' her arm and opening it. “Read that.” | “Excellent, madam,” said Jim Bryce Jim Bryce looked at the volume. It diplomatically, “but don't you think it ' was the Poems of Wordsworth, and, is a little too gloomy for the ‘Sentl-, on the page indicated, he found the; nel’ to publish?” | two stanzas, intact, except that the “Gloom does folks good,” said the . original version had the name Ruth old lady. “Besides, 1 want to get my instead of Jane. name printed. I haven't never had| Wordsworth! any of my poems printed yet, and if | lously at the verses. 1' { Farewell, and when thy days are told, Til-fated Jane, in hallowed mould Thy corpse shall buried be; For thee a funeral bell shall ring, And all the congregation sing A Christian psalm for thee, Certainly they o““““mm but those stairs are steep. Now then, | | He stared incredu. || hasn’t a chance with COOLING, REFRESHING, INVIGCRATING IN ICED BOTTLES ANYWHERE — Look for the ©hsie-Cols) Label BOTTLED BY CHERO-COLA BOTTLING CO. LAKELAND, FLA. xmfurv folks likes this I've got nigh on a did look better on the printed page. l w YARNE[[ “Th K d k S 5 But Wordsworth! — odak Store "'“Wmmm M| “Now, I've caught you falr, Jim A .;' € . b ‘m‘fl“flmmm(“' Bryce,” sald Mrs. Saunderson. “They iy s 1 : ) l!mlllllml\fl" told me an editor didn't know good L:& LIGHT AND HEAVY HAULING “ON THE CORNER’ " | poetry from bad, and I thought I'd try § h" . h " | you out, and I've done so. Now you ¢ fi BS rocer 0m a“ WL HOUSEHOLD MOVING A Lo t of can’t find no excuse for refusing to ;% : ;Otrz. SPECIALTY A complete assortment o | print my verses.” i HORSES AND MULES ¥OR HIRE « 9 % She pulled a bulky package from | ¢ gth a Ph Office 109; Res, 57 G Cranes Statlonel‘y under the bombazine. @ WIIOI_[SAI.[ fiRoCERS parasc Khones: Oliice €s., reen, “Here's one on our calf, Sally, what . L took sick but is getting better,” she 11 ‘fi r" 99 ;pa..no' A G S ODOBLFO T HO D BB said, unfolding the scrawly papers. | A i | y, ver G “And here’s one to the new moon. ‘E: e rid e ‘;; And here's one about my grandson i i i : bfl ¢ I he onl,r Pure 5 Willlam, on cutting his first tooth. We find that low prices and long time 2 & And here’s one on our pet rooster, sl 2 what came to an untimely end through will not go hand mn hand andg on May Ist er o g Steve's axe, by accldent—no joke In- | F we will instal our new system of low :15:‘[1'; % tended. And gore's one ‘Why Art|®% prices for Strictly Cash. ¥ slanti! Thou Old, My Soul?” @ L 1er o ’, Jim Bryce rose to the occasion, = wpe hfl\le saved }he peoDle O‘f daheland inly t o “Mrs. Saunderson,” he said, “you|i and Polk County tliousands of dollars in \pes. ‘é" have deceived me. Worse, you have | & the past and our new System will still freetved the Sentinel’ Had Lprinted |9 redyce the cost of living, and also reduce : @ at poem—whic ew & 8 that ‘Cf original, though I could not locate the [ 3 Oll!' e’fpens.es a"d e"able us to pUt the ¢ atchi: b3 source for the time—I should have | knife in still deeper. % summ & been the laughing-stock of the county. | i We carry a full line qroceries feed, % b4 Mrs, Saunderson, the ‘Sentinel’ can no | A 5 . . & 8 longer consider contributions from rgr gram, hay. crate m_a_tenal- a“d WIlSO" & fff sl DRUGS EVERYTHING : you.” g Toomers'ldealrertilizersalwaysonhand & 4 % | “Now Then, When’s That Poem of And at this ultimatum, hurled with { e “ARDWARE IN fAN(;Y 2 Mine Going to Appear?” the utmost Indignation, Jim freed the , g o “Sentinel” from Mrs. Saunderson for- | & 4 | quire of 'em I'll bring around to you.” ever. 3 a PS roccr ' = DRY 00008 fiRoctles ?‘ Jim dismissed little old Mrs. Saun- (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) A 3 ? derson with a sort of promise, but, —_— b & | when she was gone, he sat scratching | 2|t head in ‘gt o was | ROPE ON THE WRONG TOE 211 West Mzin St., Lakeland, Fla. bt % | young man and had a young man’'s 5 2| ambitiow to muke his paper a medium | M7 Benners Little Mistake Probably | ooy y s i 68000600 0eo0e0beoIIpettstttsttsttsssdstss s & Required a Conslderable Amount & of culture In Four Corners. And to of - Exnlanstion < | print such doggerel as that would be P 3 o Cor. Maln St. and Florida Ave. & to hold up the “Sentinel” to contempt Speaking of the unreliability of & | and execration, | some alarm clocks, Senator Jacob H. 9 Perhaps, being a young man, he Gallinger of New Humpshire said ho | S i i o OO YT i W i PRI & | overestimated the popular apprecia-' was reminded of a party named Sam I . ¢'| tion of poetry in his native town. At | Benners. f you want your Shirts and Collars Phone 93 94 (P‘ any rate, he could not bring himself!| Sam, who was a great gunner, made @) to insert it. He laid it aside in & arrangements to go on a hunting trip Q pigeon-hole. | at an early hour in the morning, but, Laundered the VERY BEST & “Why hain’t my poem appeared In having no faith in alar m clocks, he . ol 3 : g‘ the ‘Sentinel’ this week?” inquired lit- | sought the services of the night cop Send them to the W. P. PILLANS & CO. oy pug But el Sul But Snt TubH CEQEFRECECHOPOP OISO PIBOPO { | SRR TR S Rt naG’Ofl‘b%M%i’mme W. K. Jackson W. K. McRae JACKSON & McRAE REAL ESTATE Large Listing--Always Some Bargains Ww@v%"x’flwwoéKSNhrW@WMW% TF YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING. SE® MARSHALL & SANDERS The 0ld Rellable Contractors Who have been building houses in Lakeland for years, who never "FELL DOWN" or failed to give satisfaction. All classes of buildings contracted for, The many fine residences built by this firm are evidgneces of their g! bility to make good, MARSHALL & SANDERS Phone 228 Blue -C - and lllll\l\\\\\\\\\\\\X\L \ \\\\\\\\k\\\\g “CONSULT US” house. Look out for the Let us put gutter around We \ — 1se and protect it from decay. T. L. CARDWELL, Electric and Sheet Metal Contracts Hdwe Co. Rear Wilson \ - “‘WW & | when ;‘ peared through the door Y ‘ tle Mrs. Saunderson, meeting the edi- { tor on the street the day after the “Jim,"” sald he, instructing the cop, ' | weekly's next appearance. “when I go to bed tonight I am going “Why, Mrs. Saunderson, 1 thought; to tie one end of a cord around my | rd better hold it over a while,” an.| big toe and throw the other end out swered Jim. “You know we are over- | of the window. At four o'clock in the stocked with contributions of all kinds ' morning I want you to pull on the and it 18 a little difficult—" | rope and keep on pulling until I tell | Mrs. Saunderson cut him short. SAN WOR to stop.” | right, Mr. Bryce, I'll walt till next “All right, S8am,” smiled the police- week,” she sald. “Only it's sort of Wan, “you will find me on the job.” dizapnointing, because folks is nsk|ng Late that night Sam crawled in, and why it hain't been printed yet.” afler adjusting the rope according to That was the beginning of weeks achodule he was soon in the land of | of nightmare for Jim Bryce. Each dreams. Hardly had he slept a min- | week, after the “Sentinel” had come ute, he thought, when he was awak- out, he lived in terror of meeting the ened by a frightened cry, and then | ttle old woman with her persistent MOTe cries, and to his horror he saw questions. He went home through | Mrs. S8am slowly sliding out of bed slde streets, he dodged every littl mand going feet first toward the win- figure in black bombazine, and he | 0:"' 9 seemed to develop an uncanny instinct | Gee!" ho exclaimed as u:.; truth of knowing when any female of ad- suddenly dawned upon him, *I mu'.s'e:‘ | vanced age was coming round a cor have tied the rope to the wrong toe! | on the corner, b 2 | | Lakelana Steam Laundry We are better equipped than ever for giving you high class Laundry work, Phone 130 BEBEDBEDIR DD B B gt B i BB d b P PP IO Pbp & Boidrioocen & G. H. Alfielc Oftice Phone B. H. Belisario Home Phne 39 Blue 345 Black Home Phone 394 Blue Why Our Sidewalks Are the Best 12 cts. per sq. foot trom July 15 to August 15: after that, 16 cts. per sq. foot. Machine mixed, Lake Weir Sz, o o B o oo > d = | ner. Fortunately the office In which _Phllad"]ifl'i‘ii“g'“"h' | the “Sentinel” was prepared for pub- . PTE— lication was at the top of two high Didn't Bury the Hatchet. [ fiights of stalrs, and Mrs. Saunderson | Jowers was riding from his subur- Wik as(hu’;auc i s ban home to the city one morning, ac- However, the {ssue could not long oording fo tho captain, when an ac. be postpoued. He had encountered quaintance from an adjacent burg got b BPBBPPDPde iher three times, and each time he lb”flmd' ihv:znrually b ”Dj | had put her off with excuses. He had 0.,“‘” S » | Say, Bowers,” suddenly remarked glven almost a promise that the poem | ehould appear in the next issue of his | paper. And he felt driven against the 3 wall; he saw no escape except to de- | 1ever such a brutal blow as should put the acqueintance, “do you and your neighbors still quarrel about that dog | of his that used to dig out your flowers and vegetables?” ing the appearance of the the “Bentinel” famiilar, hated figure ap- <8 *“Oh, no,” was the prompt response z ?'Zmi ih‘:)t !};'lrmpe;: 00?1117: ;::P;:; of Bowers. “We haven't had a quar- *| i rel for some time.” such drivel to the educated readers of PR ¢ i " ¢ } the “Sentinel.” Fine emilingly commented the He was ceated in his office about other. "I suppose you buried the b oy ey hatchet?” % four o’clock on the afternoon succeed “No, s the grim rejoinder of the commuter, “I buried the deiphia Telegraph dog."—Phila. “Ah, good afternoon, M ! : g el s Questioning Extravagance. | son,” s Hm =W, or ay . “‘0:,! ;fl:‘n el S “T have still 20 cents. 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