Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, September 3, 1914, Page 7

‘Why not get one of those large HENLEY & HENLEY pent urns to beautify your yard? {8 Why not get the oldest reliable = - = ment man to put In your walk? PRETTY GIRDLE ‘Why not get vour brick and blocks them, prices arc right, go are the ORIDA NATISNAL VAULT CF. 8. 3. Zimmerman, Mgr. 508 West Main St. You Can Talk to Practically All the People in the Town THROUGH THIS PAPER .W.YARNELL LIGHT AND HEAVY HAULING HOUSEHOLD MOVING A SPECIALTY HORSES AND MULES ¥OR HIRE fhones: Office 109; Res., 57 Green N If you want your Shirts and Collars Laundered the VERY BEST Send them to the Lakelana Steam Laundry Weare better equipped than ever for giving you high class Laundry work. Phone 130 Ll L] PHONE 348 BLACK for Mouse Piers, Cement, and all Concrete BUILDING MATERIAL Prices right. Estimates given on all kinds of Cement Work, v 9 @ ' Lakeland Paving and Construction Company i B. H. BELISARIO, Proprietor & 3807 to 817 Main St. LAKELAND, FLA. Is quickly absorbed—good for sores, neuralgia, | | stitf joints, rheumatism, etc. 25¢ st druggists. IFor Sale In Laketand by THE EVENING TELEGRAM La? ELAND, FLA., SEPT. 3, 1314, IR i ) 3 “ 0OOSOSS S I 434 b SPPPIIF BB IE SATISFACTION Always tells in any line. Mr. Cole is in the Eastern Markets at the present time buying for our four stores. Yyou as the goods arrive oneWe will be pleased to show . of the choicest line of General Merchandise ever offered in Lakeland. . “A Pleasure to Show Goods” COLE & HULL Jewelers and Optometrists. Lakeland, Fla, Good Electric Work FLORIDA LLECTRIC AND MACHINERY COMPANY Phone 46 THE ELECTRIC STORE 307 E. Main St. STINGING PUNISHMENT By EPES WINTHROP SARGENT. =] (Copyright.) “Take good care of yourself, John, and if you want anything don't be afraid to say so. We all want to do what we can to help. Poor Lizzie will be worrying about you. We can’t have that, you know. Poor Lizzie!” John Marvin groaned and the drawn lips grew tense, as he tried to meet the eye of the kindly nelghbor, and fatled. “Poor Liszie!” he echoed dully. *I can’t realize that she’s really gone. Up—up there, you know, I wanted to make them stop shoveling, to tell them that she wasn't dead. It seems a8 though she can't be dead. Dead! And by her own hand; her own hand, poor little girl.” His glance wandered vacantly about the room that had once been home to him and sighed. Mrs. Calder patted his arm reassuringly. “You musn't take on 8o, John,” she | warned. “You ain’t nothin' to blame |youm|f for. You did all you could | to make her happy. Her mother was like her, poor thing, always worry- ing about George not lovin' her. 1 guess it was worryin' about her moth- or that made her do it. “You ain't got nothin’ to reproach yourself for. She says that. I wisht I had a letter like that from my Jim. 1 wasn't always easy with him—and 1 wisht he'd said them thing., John. It would be a mighty comfort. Ill be over in the mornin’ to tidy up a bit. Good night.” Without waiting for reply she moved clumsily down the front wa’ : and John Marvin watched her go with mingled feelings of rellef and terror. She was the last of the sollc.tous neighbors who had straightened up the house while he had ridden to the Deaceful little graveyard on the hill where they had laid away the frail form of the woman who had been his wife. He dreaded to be left alone, but he was glad she was gone, for every word of sympathy had cut like & whiplash. It was a torture as had been those three days while Lizzie's slender form had lain in the front parlor, the “front parior” that was opened only for mar riages and deaths and visits of great ceremony. They had come, her old friends, with words of comfort and of admiration for his kindness and they had unwittingly tormented his soul to distraction. John has hated company, and after one or two efforts to make her rela- tives welcome in spite of his boorish- ness, she had made her poor little ex- cuses to them and they, half suspect- ing, half affronted, had stayed away. Now they came unchallenged to speak In wondering admiration of her words of praise for him, and Mar- vin was half sorry they did not know. Had they upbraided him; had they told him that it was his treatment that had driven Lizzie into her grave as surely as though his own hand had guided the razor that slashed the reed-like wrists, he would have been driven to defend himself, he would have fought them back and would have taken comfort in the fight. They could not guess what ghastly sarcasm their words of praise became. They could not guess. Dumbly he turned from the door and passed into the dining-room where Mrs. Calder had thoughttully set out some supper, sliced chicken, some of Lizzie's little stock of pre- serves, fresh bread, new butter, and 1 & pot of coffee on the back of the stove against his need. ‘With a gesture of disgust he pushed the dishes from him and sat down beside the lighted lamp to read again the letter that he had learned by heart in the last three days. It was a pitiful little letter, almost childish in its phrasing, for Lizzie had been the worker in her own family before she had come to be John Mar vin's patient slave. Her terms at the district school had been few, though the other girls had gone on to high school and the young- est was even now in Vassar. In her plain, unformed hand, she wrote as simply as she spoke and he could almost hear the tired little voice as he read the sentences over again, though he did not need the let- ter to repeat the contents. It was seared into his brain. Briefly she told of her determina- tion to make away with herself, allud- ing to the insanity that was supposed to be the curse of her mother's fam- fly and of her fear that she would come to be a burden to him. It was Just the way she had spoken of her dread and he had laughed at her. He could see her now as she sug- gested the dread possibility, the quiv- ering lips, the eyes of a tired, hurt little child. He:had laughed when he should have taken her into his arms with the words of loving cheer that would have dispelled her doubts. But it was the last part ‘of it that held his thoughts. She had writen: 1 couldn't let that come, John. It would make it so bad for you. Mother didn't know that it was coming on her. I can't tell that It is coming to me, but some- times I think it is, and I want to go away before it comes. 1 don’t want you to remember me as I remembered mother at the last. That was terrible, John. This morning you kissed me before vou drove to town, and you said I smiled iike I used to when I was a little girl. I shall like to nl}z‘zemb;r that, l|t we ‘t:ka remem- rance where am going, remember ?hnt I reminded you 2’ those happy, happy days. And I want to tell every one how dear you have been to me and how kind you ntle. Some may think it killed myself. ey may are and how strange that even think that it is because it You are quick-te: red. 1 shoull no: like them to think that, John T can’t tell how patient and gentle you ! have been with me, but you know and T ; want you to show them this lettes and t- tell them. not 1 want them to know that it | your fault. That it was just becaus - o g F He put the letter back into his pock- ot. He knew that soon he would draw it out to read again, though he could repeat every word. He could tell without looking the appearance of every line and of the tear blot that seemed to underscore the “your” in the signature. “His loving wife,” she had said, and she had wanted every one to know how kind and loving he had been. She had been glad that he had kissed her good-by and he thanked Heaven for the little touch of senti- ment that had made him tell her that she looked as she had when they were children together. He could not remember when he had kissed her before. It must have been weeks, if not months, and on his way to town he had wondered why he had spoken. It had sounded fool- ish then, but now he knew it had been done to make her passing easier and he was glad he had said it. He had been good-humored that morning. The breakfast had been bet- 'ter than usual because he had scold- ed about the coffee the night before. She had cooked the things he lked as a silent peace-offering and the kiss had been her reward. He had been chary of his caresses all through their married life, but he had been quick to complain, and more than once she had cried that he would drive her insane and he had laughed at her. He had told her he was more likely to be driven crazy. He had thought at the time it was a clever retort, you, dea- but now the cruelty of it came to|. him and his frame shook in a silent sob. And worst of all, she meant all she sald in the note. She had written it to reassure him as the dog crawls to kiss the hand of its cruel master tn mute forgiveness. All Corning knew his hasty temper and she knew what they would think. In the pangs of that last farewell she had thought of him, had saved him from the comment of his neighbors. In the first shock of finding her he had offered the letter in explanation, and it had had its effect. The first ugly, silent suspicion had changed to a ready sympathy that had cut the soul of the man to the quick. Had she written in a spirit of sar casm or had she denounced him he could have fought back. He would have declared that it was but the evi- dence of insanity, the raving of a dis- ordered mind, but he knew that she meant what she had written, that she had made herself belfeve that she was | In the wrong and that he had been all that was patfent and tender. He knew that she had cherished that chance parting speech to carry with her in the world beyond. He knew that in her great love she had made worthy he who was unworthy, and the sense of his own fallure was the more acute. She had remembered only the kind- 1y things—and there had been so Iit- tle to remember, 80 much to forget. He sat until the lamp grew dim, fighting In vain with its feeble flame against the bright glow of the sun. Long before the fire, untended, had gone out and the winter stole through the cracked casement, but he did not feel the cold. He was cramped from long sitting, but he was not conscious of his discomfort. SBlowly he rose to seek the room that had been theirs, to throw him- self upon the bed and seek the sleep of utter exhaustion, and as he slipped the letter into his pocket for the hun- dredth time he knew that this was his punishment. He would face his work tomorrow and the next day and all the days to come. The world would sorrow with the man who had been so good to his wife and every word would bring a fresh sting, for he was unworthy of their sympathy. Reproach he could have stood; com- plaint he could have endured, but the tender, loving forgiveness would al- ways be his burden because he knew himself unworthy and a hypocrite. Looking for a Motel In Parls. One of Messmore Kendall's friends took a trip to Europe not long ago— hie first trip abroad. After he reached London unexpected business took him to Paris. Upon his return he was tell- ing Kendall about his experiences. “I don’t speak any French,” he said, “and I didn’t know the name of any Paris hotels. So when we landed at Calais I bought a lot of postal cards of Paris views, because I figured ther'd be a picture of oné of the big hotels anyhow. Sure enough I found a post card showing a great big stone bufld- ing with flags on it, and it was called “Hotel de Ville.” “‘That’ll do for me,’ I says to my- self. So when we got to Paris I climbs into a taxi and says ‘Hotel de Ville' to the driver. The derned fool drove me to the ety hall”—8aturday Evening Post. Pedal Exertions. “Don’t you sometimes long for the simple home that you lived in before you could afford this palace?™ “I should say so!” replied Mr. Cum- rox. “In those days my wife was sat- iafied if I would stand on the porch and wipe my feet on the mat Now I've got to learn to tango.” | Raasas sl 2 e ceem—————————————————————————————————————————————— ——————————————————— ——————————————— ————————————————————————————— e ——rnas | | PAGE SEVEN [aaanaa s s is ol 2ot 22t o2 22 Mayes Grocery Company } WHOLESALE GROCERS “A BUSINESS ¥ITHOUT BOOKS” We find that low prices and long time will not go hand in hand. and on May Ist we will instal cur new system ot low prices for Strictly Cash. We hzve saved the people of Lakeland and Polk County tl:ousands o! dollars in the past. and our new system will stili reduce the cost of hving, and also reduce our expenses and enable us to put the knife in still deeper. 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