Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 2, 1914, Page 7

By R. S. JONES. [ ] onee was terribly annoyed,” said g woman with the fluffy hair hint of a baby stare. “It is funny the way a man acts use he is your husband—did notice it?” indeed!” said the others in was I to know that sensible men would take me so seri- | pursued the fluffly young “I thought they were sup- bave discernment and sense Tom is always preaching eix superiority in that respect. plained to me very caretully ‘'we went to the automobile it month that we couldn’t buy e said we couldn’t afford it, ng my hat bills and his cigars ) notes coming due on the e bought last year. I am ‘had it all perfectly clear in d, so I am positive I was not idid you ever notice what per cinating young men they put Be of the exhibition cars at an ile show?” puld say I have noticed them!” brunette girl. anyhow, Tom had no busi- Tun across two college friends ute we got inside the show 80 much attention to them couldn’t pay any attention to hose three would cluster to- fover a chassis with a lot of hinery stuck on it and talk Rd. So I simply had to do ng to kill time.” pourse you did!” agreed the hen at the first booth a good man who saw me studying a car asked me if I was inter isaid 1 was. Then he was just as could be. He told me ng about the car and made Hn it and explained just how I wHY not get one of those Cement Urns to ify your yard? . not get the oldest ble cement man to put r Walk? not get you Brick Blocks of th e EES ARE RIGHT. SO RE THE GOODS DA NATIONAL VAULT C0. 508 W. MAIN ST. Gan Talk to Practically ithe People in the Town OUGH THIS PAPER JYARNELL T AND HEAVY HAULING DUSEHOLD MOVING A SPECIALTY iS AND MULES ¥FOR HIRE Office 109; Res., 57 Green {F YOU WANT YOUR SHIRTS AND COLLARS LAUNDERED The VERY BEST Lakeland Steam We are better equipped than ever for giving you high grade Laundry Work. iISend Them To the Laundry Beutify your Lawn, Let us tell you how, Little it will cost. Coastruction Company THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAAELAND, FLA, OCT. 2, 1914 ‘could run it myself and wanted my address to send me a catalogue. He said he'd be pleased to come out some day with the car and show me how it ran and give me a lesson. He was so set on coming that I hated to hurt his feelings, so I did not refuse. “It was just the same way at the next place and ever after. Tom and his friends were so busy over horrid old machinery that I was considerably left out. However, I made lots of friends among the agents. “All of them wanted to bring out their cars to demonstrate to me how superior they were and, as I had told one man he could come, it didn’t seem 8 bit fair to the others to refuse any of them, so I said I'd be delighted. It had occurred to me that I owed a ter- rible lot of calls and that it would be such a nice way to get around and pay them. “I didn’t think it necessary to men- tion the matter to Tom. He did re- mark that a huge lot of catalogues was coming to our house and it was & wonder where those fellows got people’s names and, anyhow, thank goodness, he didn't have a machine eating its head off and making him poor! Men are so selfish. “The Zero automobile man came out the very day after the show closed and we had a beautiful ride. I made six calls. However, I quite changed my opinion of him, because when I came out of the last place he seemed actually cross and sald things about waiting in cold weather. I don’t sce how he expects to sell cars without showing a little consideration for cus- tomers. I told him I didn't think I liked his car at all. “Then there was the Largo car man and the Allegro man and the Fortis- simo man and the Solendiferous man and about six different electric com- panies and a lot more whose names I forget. When they came one at a time it was lovely. “I did two teas one afternoon in the Largo car, but the man lost his tem- per, and when I came from the sec- ond tea the wretched creature had driven off and I had to go home on the street car! “The queer thing was that every one seemed so indignant when I re- fused to give an order for a car and said things about my leading them on. , The worst of it was that Jom came "home fll with the grip one afternoon ! Just as seven different cars arrived all , &t once to take me out! He sald he | thought I was giving a funeral or a l tea I “When he understood—my dears, | have you ever seen a man suffering ! from bad temper and grip’ simulta. neously? i “I explained to him most carefuly that it wasn't my fault at all, but he roared that he was ashamed to look a man in the face from that time on for fear he was one of the automobile agents I had shamefully deceived— yes, that’s what he called it—and that he'd like to know what women had in place of consciences anyhow. What do you think of that? Aren't men ut- terly queer?” “They surely are!” the other young 1 married women agreed. “When you hadn’t done one single thing, either!” Unusual. “Anything new?” asked the reporter. “Yes,” replied the desk sergeant. “A man and a woman were badly smashed up in an automobile accident a little while ago.” { “That happens every day.” “But this is an extraordinary case. She was his wife.” For Sale In Lakeiand by HENLEY & REKLEY “eede D o B dd ¥ < PHONE 130 & POPPOPePL Enp FPpfd U R PR 0 PP P OO SOOI B R e AR Res. Phone 153 Blue LAKELAND, FLA. GLASS . BULLETS By FRANK FILSON. The sheriff had known all along that the half-breed girl was tricking him. But “Big Tom” Bagley had meant to be tricked. He wanted to set eyes upon “Kid” Long, not to follow a du- bious trail that might lead nowhere. And he had been certain that, at some time or other, the “Kid” would show up at Naida's shack. Naida lived alone, save for the old crone who was said to be her mother and looked like her great-grandmother, twelve miles out in the Painted Des- ert. It je the cruelest of all deserts. It breeds scorpions and gilas and ven- omous things, and those who take to it, whether perforce or from natural affinity, share the same nature. Half Spanish, half Indian, Naida, at seventeen, was a fit mate for the “Kid,” the most bloodthirsty, and at the same time cowardly, of the bad men of Parthenon county. The list of deaths which he had checked off in notches on the barrel of his Win- chester had all been of inoffensive men, and nearly all had been killed unarmed or unawares. “Big Tom” Bagley had laughed when he was warned of the outlaw’s reputation. | James Penney, the sheep owner, a man universally esteemed for his quiet, law-abiding nature, had been shot in the back by “Kid” Long, on account of some grudge the outlaw bore, and Bagley had just taken down his rifle, saddled his mare and ridden out to Naida's cabin. At first the Indian girl tried an af- fectation of ignorance, then cajolery, then threats. None of these moved “Big Tom.” “I reckon if your man ain't here he'll be along soon,” he eaid, and took up his quarters in the ! cabin. ‘ Naida began to be in deadly fear of | the big, quiet man who treated her with such deference. She planned to ride out to the “Kid” and give him warning. The “Kid” was lying up among the hills, fearing a posse, and it was cold there. He longed for the comfort of the cabin. But if he had known that only “Big Tom" was there he would not have hesitated for a mo- ment. The coyote is always a match for the lion in guile. As soon as Naida, at dawn, had leaped upon the back of her mustang e Creeping Cautiously Through the Boul- ders. she saw Bagley standing in the door way. “Going riding, Mise Naida?” drawled the sheriff. “I reckon I'll go along with you, to see you don’'t come to no harm.” For answer Naida dug her heels into the pony's flanks, and the desert-bred steed was away like the wind. But, half an hour later, when it pulled up, breathless, with heaving flanks, the sheriff was at Nalda’s side, and his mare, though blown, winded. “Best be getting home for break- fast, hadn't we?” he asked with & touch of humor in his gruff voice. Nalida rode back five paces in front of him. beaten. Not altogether, though. Sheriff Bag- ley had the instinct of a cat when the mouse was out. The next morning at i five that instinct made him crawl from his mattress in the little room above the kitchen, which he had occu- pied unasked. He saw a streak of sunlight dancing upon a rock about two miles distant. There would have been nothing strange about that,only the sunlight was round. Backward and forward it jumped, and the sherift stood grimly watching it. Then, looking downward, he saw the edge of Naida's skirt in the door- way. The sheriff went back to bed, turned over, and had a short sleep. Then he ;got up and went downstairs in a lel- { surely manner. Neither the girl nor the old crone was to be seen. | The sheriff hunted about until he | found the mirror—a small, round one, . which the “Kid” had probably brought her from one of his jaunts in town. , The sheriff slipped it up his big ! sleeve, took his Winchester, and lay down under a tree, facing in the direc- tion of the distant hills. His rifle he snuggled up against his side, keeping his finger conveniently near the trig- ger. Since it was hot, the sheriff en- joyed a brief siesta. was still un- She knew that she was Half an hour later, laziiy opeuin; one eye, he perceived a figure crecp- ing cautiously through tlic boulders cf the dry gulch about three huvdred yards distant. In its hand was a rifle. The sheriff edged a little, so that the tree covered him. Bang! The “Kid's” first shot came uncommonly near. The “Kid"” thought the sheriff asleep, but he thought that he could put a bullet through him at that distance, so that it ,was unneces- sary to take any chances. The sheriff did not reply, because it is difficult to hit an inch of eyebrow at three hundred yards. He pulled the mirror out of his sleeve and dandled it in his fingers. The second shot went wild. The sheriff rose quietly to his feet, and he did not seem to be particu- larly interested in the man in the arroyo, for he strolled toward him in quite a casual manner. He still held the mirror in his fingers, and he ad- vanced so steadily, and apparently disinterested and quiet in his mind, that the reflection played always upon PAGE SEVEN THEF. F.DALLEY CO,,LTD. BUFFALO,N.Y. mpany WHOLESALE GROCERS “A Pusiness Witkout Books” that inch of eyebrow and the left eye | = underneath it. And, try hard as he might, the “Kid” could never get his eye clear of that circle of light, unless he ducked behind the stone. And whenever he did so he always looked up to see the sheriff a good deal nearer. Yet the sheriff was strolling toward him at the same even gait. Bang! Bang! Bang! went the “Kid's” rifle, and the sheriff smiled happily as he heard the bullets go whistling by, far to the right and left of him. The fingers that held the mir- ror did not waver an inch. The “Kid"” was becoming panic-stryck as well as light-struck. orable approach of doom, that quiet, even advent of his enemy. The figure came near and ever nearer, out of a sort of luminosity that framed the dazzling light-beam fke a sheath. The “Kid's” head ducked and came up on the other side of the stone. And he leveled his rifle once again into that beam of light, and his bullet plowed up the sand some twenty feet distant. Suddenly his chance came. The sheriff, advancing with his eyes fixed on the man in the gulley, tripped over a stone. - With shaking fingers the “Kid” drew a bead on the prostrate man and fired. The bullet went wild. The “Kid” had lost his nerve as well as his clear vision. He jammed a cartridge into the breech and aimed once more—into the same sunbeam. He flung his rifie down and, spring- ing to his feet, held up his hands. “Don’t shoot!” he yelled. “You've got me!” ; “Big Tom" grinned in his amiable way as he camo up to him. “You can put your hands down ‘Kid,’” he said, and the “Kid” lowered them. Snap! Snap! slipped the handcuffs round them. “Who in thunder gave you that glass?” began the “Kid" bitterly, as they approached the empty house. “That? Oh, I just borrowed it from Miss Naida,” the sheriff answered. “You see, I found that I'd come out without any cartridges.” (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) POTATO JUICE AS MEDICINE London Scientist Gives Out a New Idea, Which He Claims to Have Discovered. Again science comes to the support of old wives’ medicine. Everybody who has lived in the.country knows that a slice of potato is “the sovereign’st thing” for a wound, a bite or a bruise, or even that dread malady of the farm- er, rheumatism. And now the London Lancet publishes an article advocating, from the results of some years' ex- perience, the introduction of potato juice into medical practice, The author, Dr. Howard of Clapham, squeezes the juice out of raw potatoes by hydraulic pressure, evaporates off a fifth of the water and adds a little glycerin. He finds its application to Paflamed joints | :_ gives prompt relief from pain and rapid absorption of fluid. He also uses it hot for gout in the toe If, now, any doctor calls it superstitious to fol- low the good old eustom of mashing up a raw potato and binding it on a bee-sting or rheumatic limb he may be respectfully referred to the Lancet. Very likely he himself will in a few years be writing “ext. solani liq.” on a prescription blank and the druggist will charge a dollar for it. But so far sclence has afforded no confirmation of the popular belief that carrying a potato around in the pocket will cure rheumatism. | 2 Wise Turkish Judge. An amusing story of oriental justice comes from the arrest of an Austrian subject of 20 years' residence in Jaffa for insulting the Turkish flag. The Austrian had walked about the streets with the flag wrapped around one-" shoe. As it was clear that he wore the flag in this fashion in order to offend the Turks, and as the Austrian consul, with the backing of a powerful gov- ernment, demanded the man’s release, the Turk on the bench saved the honor of both countries by his ruling: “The cause of the offense is the shoe,” ruled the resourceful court. “You can therefore take the man, and we will keep the shoe.” The Austrian was then released, ; while the offending shoe is still “do-1 irg time.” I Only a Volunteer. I “Put on your helmet an’ your red shirt, Silas. There's a big fire down | the road a piece.” “Shucks! I can't go. My shirt’s in the washtub an’ the old woman's out in the garden fillin’ my helmet with a i mess of beans It seemed like the inex- | | Neuralgia, ternally and externally.” Price 25c. E find that low prices and long time will not go hand in hand, and on May 1st we installed our NEW SYSTEM OF LOW PRICES FOR STRICTLY CASH. W e have saved the people of Lakeland and Polk County thousands 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 knife in still deeper. We carry a full line of Groceries, Feed, Grain, Hay, Crate Material, and Wilson & Toomer’s IDEAL EERTILIZERS always on hand. Mayes Grocery Company 211 West Main Strcet. LAKELAND, FLA. 2% PN G Gdias BB GBS EnD DG SHPE e kb SR 2 EHEH; B 2o SHEAHE oG PR B3R RS 3 ey i3y G 3 g “CONSULT US” For figures on wiring your house. We will save you money. Look out for the rainy season. Let us put gutter around your house and protect it from decay. T. L. 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