Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 5, 1914, Page 2

PAGE TWO esaSsasesesesasaseseseseseseseses A WATIER OF TIE By ROSCOE GILMORE 8TOTT. ————————————————————————————— o R X Perhaps it ‘was ten o'clock in the evening when Richman and I saun- tered out of the lobby of the Lanker- shon. Had we boldly confessed, we would bhave doubtless said that we were mu- tually weary of each other’s conversa- tion. We are mighty good friends, but @an hour and a half of dinner and two houre and a half of varying conversa- tion, though helpful in numerous ways, still has its drawbacks, . For myself, 1 easily tire of Los An- geles in sammer. But I always come, and proceed to make it a center from which to play the nomad in the many pleasant directions. Richman does Ukewise. “There is a little eating-joint just mround the corner on Spring,” he said languidly, offering me a cigarette. “Thanke; no smoke for mine. Food, Rich. Let us proceed toward sald joint. And say, I haven't but a little change by me. So am not altogether pre- pared to pay 35 cents for ice tea or a quarter for one slim sandwich.” “Robbers they all are. I get your thought, I think. No"—and he lazily turned me round the corner—“this 18 eheap. Vile coffee, but good ple—and oheap.” We entered the lunch room and slow- Qy made our way to the rear of the counter. “On the square, Billy, I can’t see rwhat I want. Maybe pork and— No, get that every night I come here. hat Ikind of pies have you, brother?” A tall, elender waiter dropped the eporting page into which he was warnestly delving. “The pink sheet says the Cubs put it ] over the Giants today. I'll bet 'Muggsy s some sore, eh?’ He as- wumed a position of responsibility. “Ex- }cuse me, gents—maybe you're New Yorkers. Five kinds of ple tonight— weach, apple, mince, berry pie, and—" “I say, Bill, I'm going to my room and go to sleep. Late eating certainly does me no good. And I want to be Plurhudod, 1t I talk real estate with Perky tomorrow.” “] guess you're right, old man. Good might. Some doughnuts and milk for imine. And a little jelly-roll.” “Rich guy, ain’t he?” said the wadter, returning with my simple fare. “He has enough,” I replied half-re- ductantly. “Half a million?” persisted my new friend. “About that,” was my response, as 1 went diligently after the food set be- fore_me._ I felt that he was looking TH® EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA., OCT. 5, 1914. i | stralght Tato My face, &nd 1T Sumoysa me. After a moment or two he spoke again. «] think I'll be there myself one of | these days. I think it's only a matter o' time.” “Be where?” 1 questioned hasily. “Where the half-millions grow.” I Jooked up with an amused smile. “On the dead, brother. I ain’t al- ways going to pes along on eight per. I'm nobody’s fool.” “Certainly not. But it sounds odd, you know,” I said, to fix up my injus- tice to & coming financier. “Tell us about it.” ~gay, 1 will, but—" He glanced at the large clock face behind him. “Ssy, I can't offer you money—you're prob- ably as well fixed as him—but could you watch this junk for about five min- utes? It won't take me a minute more. 1 am mighty anxious to see & ocertain party about a block from here. 1f anybody comes in, he can wait a bit. Say, 1 certainly would appreciate it, mister.” “Bure, run on,” I said. In & moment he had whipped off his apron and jacket and was speeding away. Not a soul dropped in; and at the allotted time he came back, pant- ing hard. “Say, 1 do certainly appreciate that. Have your lunch off me.” “Not a bit of it. It was no trouble. Perhaps when you get your half-mil- lion, you’ll—" “gay, 1 sure will, brother. And it's coming, mark my word.” “Let’'s hear about it, while I drink another mug of milk.” He gave me a generous allowance, and rested his elbows on the counter. “It's like this. I had a little money. Lots for me. About fifteen hundred dollars the old man left me. That was five years ago, February 12. At the time he died he was a railroader, and i we lived and roosted in Needles. “The heat was what put father out | of the running. Well, mother wouldn’t move away, and I left her with my | brothers and came here. I had read about the coast, and I had a little plan. | And I'm staying by, working at this junk, hoping to see her pull through.” “] hope it does,” I ventured, gen- uinely interested. ‘“What's the plan, if it's no secret?” “Well, say, 1 don’t tell everyone I gee. But it can’t hurt to tell” He hesitated and grew quite sober in tone. “You see, I belleve I can’t carry it out. You can't understand me, 1 xnow. But what I mean is—" He rubbed his hands together, slowly, seek- ing just the right words. “What I mean is that I could carry it out, but I can't.” “I'm dull tonight, and it's hard for me to follow such close logic. You say you could, but you can’t?” “Say, I certainly am balled up. Let me back up and begin over. It's like this. 1ocame here with fifteen hundred PR IS UL R LIRS DO & LHeO s 5 S PEEPEEEF S0P P PEEESbbED : Bty 24 PRI 5500 SO RO LIS " . T T Y T ST PP T Y T e T =L Ll e Rl L2 o . A T T SIS DG SO HOLIS GO SO OB TR T T T T T e T T e T G T ey T TN a T TR T a RO Accuracy Taste, Style aan dd L] HAT’S what you want in your Printing, no matter whether it be on your visiting card, your little advertising dodger, or your big, expensive booklet. mix the above ingredients in just the right proportion. when we do it, looks just right. out errors neatly and squarcly cut—and not look like it was hacked out with a handsaw. presswork will be such that every letter will show up just right. Your printing won’t look pale and sickly, nor be daubed with too much ink. Workmen modern machinery, enable us to “do it better.” We invite your next Order Telephone Number 37 | What did I do with my money? I put | nothing and fit up a little house. She | thinks we can keep going on my eight BRINLEY] PLOWS | BRINLEY | line of 10 and 12 inch Orange Plows 10 t- 14 inch’ Regular Turning Plows The Brinley Plow is built especially for Florida soils. Each § one is sold with a guarantee of satisfaction or your moncy | back. dollars and got a job In this joint. it all in on land—pot land, either— sand. “You know Pebble Beach, I s’pose? That is, you know the stop by that pame on the line out to Santa Monica. Well, I own 50 acres of the sandiest sand there.” 1 laughed heartily. strain myself. “It does sound funny. There’s not a house within rods an’ rods. But there will be, you mark my word. How much did the fools that bought Ocean Park make? “And the park didn’t have near as good a look, some say. I tell you, 1 planned to stick it through and wait till she showed up. But, brother, I guess I can’t. I'd tell you why, but it's late. You know I'm on all night, § but you other people need your sleep.” % I could not re- “Go on! I want to hear it out.” “I just ran down to the stage door of the People's theater. About six months ago I went to & matinee, and sat in ‘a good seat for 20 cents.’ Ever go there? It's a swell little house, and plays a stock company. “Well, brother, I didn’t see anybody there but Isadore Lamphere—Issy, call her now. Say, to me there was nothing there for me but Issy! Does juveniles better'n anybody I ever heard. And a looker— Oh, Lord, what -~ HODEL HARDWARE Co A bit overcome with emotion, he Phone No' 340 = C' 'E' TOD D ’ ”gr . B paused, and I squirmed Into A1 €BSIOT | oirpng EraNENENENIRENERHLETSNRNN0T COTOIRIANPIPIIACOIEIEES RERE position. sdiag b “Well, we started up, and it's stuck. She lives with her mother, and they - as Job’s turkey and here, too. The “Certainly not. Say, say, I'd make pulled off M & week. Only the kid's kid's been at the game since she Was | 4 ¢o voy for the SATDS, it you have mother and you. She quits the ten, and she's getting worn out. She's enough to atick it out. On & pinch, ' People’s tonight.” the cuddlely kind, and wants & oot | yiob'or (livue. But it couldn't be _ After & halthour of belng & Bero | oy fyce. tage. ’ ' rriedl; “ ) much. I'm losing five hundred as it is, | Richman came in hu y. o You know girls—they're all allks.l a0e.” "1 had not seen him since the night P“;I‘v‘vgt &l:nir:t:” thousand!— rich and poor. She cries when 1 come | "y yeuq the letter at least four times. | before, and the transformation wid over, and begs me to sell out for 'most | uge you'll hold him off till noon, and at least startling. All of the languid come to the Lankershon and call for ; had given way to keenest activity. 1 me, I belleve I can add enough to let thought he was a trifle white in the you out clear.” | tace, but he controlled himself splen- “Well, say, 1 sure will—at noon?” | didly. “At noon, sharp—good night.” | “A thousand congratulations, old “Good night,” he responded with the | man. I only wish I could have had the smile of a man who has made half & brains to lunch with you last night. thousand in the twinkling of an eye. But 1 won't spoil your luck. I do congratulate you.” “Rich,” 1 cried, “for -heaven's sake put me right next to your idea. I de- gerve no congratulations that I now have knowledge of.” “Forgive me, Bllly, I thought you did it on purpose. It would have been tair, but I felt a bit shabby about 1T He paused and caught me by the hand. “You blocked my deal with Perky and bought that stretch of sand. I had a tip that society was going to the beach and live on sand. Soclety uas decreed bungalow; | Pebble beach.” i 1 looked at the walter acros: § counter. He was certainly a trifie but the smile did not leave his The Larger Hats. Already large hats are seen, admjf! often with huge white wings, so 8 that they look as if they might b been derived from an albatross, adjusted at eccentric angles. Atf moment, indeed, white is conspic in millinery. Many hats are entfi§ white, or with merely a touch of b Others of black—or the bright g blue hats which are seen with & otherwise black toilettes—show aigrettes, ribbon mounts, or pert roses or camelias all white. per and— Well, it we can't, she saye she’ll willingly go back on. And they'd, take her any time. You can bet your lunch on that.” 1 slid off the stool, while he fumbled in his pocket. Finally he drew out & crumpled letter. “Say, you've heard about all. I guess 1 can afford to tell you the fin- ish. Have something more off me, won’t you? A little pie?” “Nothing more but the end of your story.” “See here, brother. It's a letter from the Central agency. He offers me a thousand, cash, for my etretch of sand. Lord, how I hate to give it up! But the little kid— BSay, try to see her to- morrow afternoon. Honestly—" “Sure,” I sald with a hearty laugh. “She is all that and more. I used to be there. And it was almost the same. 1 didn’t have the cash and— Well, I couldn’t get hold of any.” A thought My welcome at olose to ten next evening was more than hearty—it bor- dered on the distressing. Young Lester Jones was at once & whole reception committee and I was the president-elect. Suddenly the waiter of an evening before was the happlest freeholder I have ever seen, “It's all fixed up, Mr. Kent—deed, transfer, and rent for a year in ad- vance at 2348 Edgewood. Tomorrow I'm going to have it cleaned up, ready “The Garrisons and Bakers and De for the swellest furniture that five | Longs will build at once. What you hundred can buy. And, oh, you ehould | hold in a year or two will net you a hear the kid go on about you. | couple of hundred thousand. Easy. “And_say, the little affalr ~ S Less Darning Needed. To do away with some of the ¢ ing, rub the heels of new stockl with parafin. Put the stocking the darning egg and warm the pa enough to make it soft in the i Then rub well. It will be found this protects the heel against rulifies and that it will not wear out. & Lakeland Evening Telegram The Lakeland News For every kind of printing we Your printing, People won’t criticise it, and point in it, that will make you ashamed of it. 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