Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 5, 1914, Page 7

000000000/ IIG VIEIT WRON SADIE WOODS. you've got a cold!” said With the accentuated robes- at the enamelware coun- ipaused in the act of putting isaucepan under the pile out echoed the girl at the small pounter in a tone of infinite a gold? What I've got to a small icicle when ito golds! But I thought l| d time getting it, M'ree!” B do it?” inquired the girl | jobesplerre collar. he Jolly Rover Social club dsummer party the other jplained the afflicted one. weather!” cried the girl at ' iware. “For the land’s sake! crazy? S'pose you had a ly and went for a swim, and pam for refreshments after- | rr!” actly,” said the sufferer. Je, it was zero, but that's it interesting. It's always to do things people don't B to do, isn't it?” " agreed the girl at the en- icounter. “But there are lim- if any one requested me to olet picking expedition in would be unexpected, but, 8, crazy. I hope I have gh to know a snowbank radiator. I don't wonder cold!” the party at the hall,” ex- girl at the hardware coun- it would have been all right pething seemed to go wrong eating plant. The president b said he told the janitor to er than usual, but the jani- ve got mixed gnd done the iBo when we came in dressed organdies and such things turned purple almost at bel 8 doesn't help a girl's temper | hat she's a light heliotrope | lhe can’t be her own sweet | i i | ot get one of those Cement Urnas to gy your yard? inot get the oldest e cement man to put r Walk? pot get you Brick ocks of th #S ARE RIGHT, SO RE THE GOODS NATIONAL VAULT CO. | 08 W. MAIN ST. Ban Talk to Practically p People in the Town UGH THIS PAPER JVARNELL 'AND HEAVY HAULING | USEHOLD MOVING A SPECIALTY ) AND MULES ¥OR HIRE fice 109; Res., 57 Green I f i nd Them To the Laundry We g Phone 348 Black i tore them loose! #elf whien she realfzes that she has a bright red nose and goose pimples on | 4.2 okporce. her hands and arms! So everybody | started with a bad temper. Jimmy sald I stepped on his feet, but I didn’t . —it was his last summer shoes that ' were too small for him and his fect were numb from cold, anyhow. He didn’t listen kindly to my explanation, because when we sat down to talk there was an icy blast from the win- dow right down his collar, and Jimmy s awfully sensitive to drafts. So he got mad at me and went over to talk to that Flossy Soller—her in the rib- bons—because he said he wouldn't get pneumonia for any girl and I had put him there on purpose. “To get even with Jimmy I smiled at Percy Wagner and he took me to have some lemonade that ought ’'a’ been boiled, it was so cold, and then he sat me down in a corner and talked to me, and Jimmy could see us, and I i wouldn't 'a’ moved if I'd frozen to the spot. I 'most did, too, because there i was a cold air radiator in' the floor right there and I know the other end was connected with the north pole. I had on my rufled dimity and white shoes and hosiery and my teeth were chattering. Percy’s nose looked frost- bitten and his knees knocked together. When we tried to dance we sort of fell around like clothespins. “Then we sat in a circle and ate ice cream and our throats froze up till we ought 'a’ called a plumber and every- body said, ‘Ain’t we having a fine time?” And Jimmy glowed till I was afraid his face would crack with the cold and everything. Then finally, just as Percy and I were getting some more lemonade, Jimmy grabbed me by the arm. “‘Say,” he hissed, ‘I've had enough of that sissy fellow trailing after you!’ “Just as I drew away, indignant like —for nobody can boss me even if it is Jimmy—Percy sort of fell against the lemonade bowl and it tipped over and soaked Jimmy and me. I'd hate to think it of Percy, but I can’t see how he could have upset that bowl without planning 1t. “Well, of course, Jimmy and I had to go home then, and my! the lan- guage that man used was something wonderful! I didn't see how there .could be any more language in the world, but I found there was, for when we started to get off the street car | Jimmy found his duck trousers that ihad got soaked with lemonade were frozen to the seat. The conductor | wouldn’t hold the car while Jimmy He said there were no rules 'n’ regulations requiring a con- { ductor to delay service just because a passenger got frozen to the seat. “By the time we got home my dimi- ty dress skirt was so frozen with lemonade that it rattled like tin, and when I hit the doorpost it cracked and ruined {itself. I s’pose I must 'a’ got my gold somehow during the eve- ning.” “It looks that way,” agreed the girl at the enamelware counter. Scared to Go Home. “Do I look like a milkman?” asked a tango dancer of a patron, as he was leaving his temple of tango about four o'clock this morning. “Why, no; what an idea,” was the response. “Well, I'm glad of it,” said the tan- goist. “My wife took a shot at a milk- man the other morning, and I'm kind of skittish about going home at this hour. Best little woman in the world, you know, but hasty, and I'd regret ,any mistake in my case.” DON'T LET THAT COUGH “HANG ON” Stop it now before it gets a hold. Use GE-RAR-DY LUNG BALSAM It'sa épeedy remedy for all colds, bronchitis, ete. Price only 25 ets. 1t your druggist does not keep it fact, accorded with the editor's own write to us for sample. The Phil P. Cresap Co., Ltd., New Orleans,Ly rent number, For Sale In Lakeiand by HENLEY & HENLEY hEBEDP & 4 YOU WANT YOUR SHIRTS AND COLLARS AUNDERED The VERY BEST Lakeland Steam are better equipped than 4 ever for giving you high grade Laundry Work. PHONE |50 § Res. Phone 153 Blue 0 216 Main St. Beutify your Lawn, Let us tell you how, Little it will cost. | Iand Paving and Construction Company LAKELAND, FLA. s 280 Sul SaF A TN TR PN x ! & mne'er-do-well. s e e e e e & experiences." | { before. _Surely a little slice of me[lhyo l LITTLE MISS MAYO, By GEORGE COBBETT. Litt'le Miss Mayo crept guiltily up the street toward the apartment block in which she lived alone. In her hand, turned so that no passerby might see the incriminating title of the magazine, was “Youth.” Little Miss Mayo had never made any friends since she had arrived in the big city ten years before. She was much too shy for that, and, though she was only thirty-two, she had a settled look, the look of one who has thrown her spinsterhood about her and means to maintain it. How did the little stenographer spend her evenings? She had spent them in much the same way during the whole ten years that had elapsed since Harry Leeson bade her a des- pairing good-by in their home village. Leeson had loved her, but,he was He could not suc- ceed. At twenty-seven he was acknowledged a faflure. And he had gone west with borrowed money, in a last attempt to do something. He had promised to write, but he hadl not written to her. And, six months later, when her mother died, the last of her relatives, Miss Mayo had packed up and gone to the metrop-l olis to earn her living. It had been a tremendous ordeal, this striking out alone. She had never summoned up initiative to change her place of residence since. She lived alone, she drudged, a lone- 1y, pathetic figure in the office down- town. But her evenings were ablaze with romance. Like many sensitive, shy, shrink- ing people, Miss Mayo had the soul of an adventurer. And in the com- pany of “Youth” she took wonderful Journeys nightly. Sometimes she was swept along breathlessly in the wake of Napoleon's triumphant ar- mies; sometimes, a captive maiden, ‘she longed for the arrival of the cavalier who was to rescue her from her oppressor. Sometimes she lived on an uninhabited island and saved a shipwrecked university man with blond locks curling round his hand- some head. Sometimes she was a. simple country girl, wooed by the mil- Honaire of the district. But some- thing of this sort was always occur- ring to save Miss Mayo from going mad with ennui. Of all the writers who held her spellbound and breathless, none could i mw In the Company of “Youth” She Took Wonderful Journeys Nightly. equal Harold Trefusis. She pictured him, a dark-eyed, dashing hero, draw- ! fog upon his own adventures for his material, with countless love affairs behind him and countless hearts still | waiting to be broken. And this, in | statements. For instance, in the cur- ' “Our readers will be glad to learn that Mr. Harold Trefusis is returning to the scene of his last success— | Cuba—in his forthcoming serial, ‘The Maid of Lonely Key.' Mr. Trefusis | spent several months in the West Indies, and he may be relied on to ginger up the goods from his own Then on the editorial page: “Dear Mr. Editor, do, do print a photognpb of Harold Trefusis. I am wild about him, as are a dozen girls I know. I picture him with dark hair, rather long, flashing blue eyes, and a half-cynical, half-tender smile. Am I right or wrong? Madge Thomp- son, 886 East First street, New York City.” And somehow, absurd as they were, those contributors’ letters always made little Miss Mayo mad with | Jealousy. She had finished the first install- ment of “The Maid of Lonely Key,” and it was eleven o'clock. Miss Mayo sat in her arm-chair, a pathetic lit- tle figure, dreaming of the world that ‘was never to be hers. The years otl loneliness drew in on her, behind and mlght have been granted her! Harry | Leeson had been but an episode, an in that dim region of the past to which dreams go. “lI want to live!” said little Mlsu' Mayo passionately. “I want to do something worth while; I want to|she was going to—going to—marry— | taste life as others do.” And a thought so daring, so shock- ing, came into her mind, that she be- gan to tremble. She crouched in her chair for Iul.ll THE EVENING TELEGRAM LARELAND, FLA. OCT. 5, 19i4. an hour befors she mace up L imind. Then, calm and self-pcs: she walked over to her desk ard wrou a letter to the editcr of “Youth.” Poor Miss Mayo! That was the editor’s thought when he received it. For this was not the ordinary school- girl’'s letter. It was the outpouring of a heart that bad never known companionship. Those few short, pithy sentences would have done credit to a Balzac or a Turgenieff, & Thackeray or a Flaubert, so incisive- ly did she paint herself, her 10DBINES, | G doidoforodordiredsSORirae her poor aspirations. And all that she asked was that Mr. Trefusis would write her a letter, to her ad- dress (which she gave the editor in solemn confidence) and tell her something of his life. And would he send her a photograph? She would treasure both, and he would never know how much she would thank him. And then—this was the most des- perately wicked thing of all—in or- der that he might not misunderstand, she signed her letter “Mrs. Harry Leeson.” That, of course, would prove to Mr. Trefusis that she was no school- girl, but a woman with whdm there |- could be no possibility of personal relationship, she being the wife of another. “Well, I'm blowed!” exclaimed the editor. Being a good editor, his first im- pulse was to print the letter. Then, being also a gentleman, he changed his mind. Then he wrote a short note to the author, as follows: “Our readers are still writing us by the bushel about you. You sure have made a hit with the girls. Keep up the stuff and you can't drown us. We'll be able to take a couple more serials from you this summer, and try to turn them out during the next month if possible, so that we can put our artist on the job. K By the way, Mrs. Harry Leeson has written us a letter asking to meet you in an epistolary way. Queer sort of note to send you, of all people. How- ever, we're not parting with it, be- cause she doesn’t want you to know her address, but this is the gist of it. So if you feel inclined, send us a kind word to hand out to the poor lady.” The letter went off at five in the afternoon. At nine the next morning Mr. Harold Trefusis was waiting out- side Mr. Bernard’s office for him or the stenographer or somebody, no matter whom, to come along and let him in. It happened to be the editor himself, who had come down early to finish up some work. “Why, hello!” he began, extending his hand. “Show me that letter or I'll strangle you!” yelled Mr. Trefusis. “What’s wrong?” inquired Bernard, as he unlocked the door. He shook his finger archly under the writer's nose. “I didn’t know you were that sort of chap,” he said in mock re- proach. “Say,” he centinued, “It isn’t serious, is it? I thought some- body was putting a horse on you.” “Bernard,” sald Trefusis, with the calmness of despair, “you’re a kind man and you mean well, and you've raised my price again, but unless you turn over that letter to me right smart I'll pulp you in your own type- writer.” The editor put the letter in the writer's hands. Trefusis cast one glance at the address, and a moment later he was in the street and speed- ing toward the place where Miss Mayo lived. Miss Mayo - was out. Trefusis watted till noon; then, realizing that she would probably not return till evening, he went home. But that eve- ning he was back, and at eight o’clock Miss Mayo was amazed to hear a ring at her bell. This was an unprecedented event. | With beating heart and fingers that trembled so that she could hardly press the opener, she waited in her ! But, remembering that { the ringer would have hard work apartment. flnding it, she did what we all have to do, we flat-dwellers. She went out and leaned over the banisters. And there it was that she set eyes upon Harry Leeson again. He was . coming up the stairs, two at a time. Fear held her to the spot. Her ' brain was whirling. Had Harry heard of the use that she had made of his name and come to threaten the law? How had he found her? What was he doing here? Anyway, she would die of shame and humiliation. She must kill herself—she must—if she could only get back into her apart- ment. But since she was too terrified to move she did the best thing possible | under the circumstances. Miss Mayo fainted. She must have fainted dead away, for when she opened her eyes she was lying back in the old chair where ' she had passed so many adventures, and Harry was—kissing her! “Darling!” he cried. “Darling! I couldn’t find you—I have wanted you ' all these years. You are not mar- ried? That message was for me, wasn’t it? And you took my name so that I should understand.” “0, let me die!” murmured Miss “I shall die of shame.” “Why not get married first?” sug- gested Harry. matter anew.” And Miss Mayo, staring at him in wonder, realized that this was really Mr. Trefusis as well as Harry. And (Cowrlzm 134, by W. G. Chapman.) The man of. few words doesn’t have to take 80 many of them back. “It only takes a few, affair of a few short weeks which lay | minutes, and then we'll consider the . 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We have saved the people of Lakeland and Polk County thousands of dollars in the past, and f§'§, our new system will still reducs the cost of 3 ? living, and also reduce our expenses, and @ enable us to put the knife in still deeper. g We carry a full line of Groceries, Feed, Grain, Hay, Crate Material, and Wilson & Toomer’s IDEQL EERTILIZERS always on hand. Mdyes Grocery Company : 211 West Main Street. LAKELAND, FLA. R L PEEEEEE R E R R RIE ST SRS BRBDDHHIC rgvipdrdeefelided b DD @ B A DD DGR PP EE TBEDTEDO D TP Pdedddfodid Sefid Iefubged : “CONSULT US” For figures on wiring your house. We will save you money. Look out for the P Fy rainy season. Let us put gutter around é‘ your house and protect it from decay. A ; T. L. CARDWELL, © Electric and Sheet Metal{Contracts » Phone 233. Rear Wilson Hdwe Co. 3 00000112 $EPPFPOFF ORI SRR PP B BB PO RDBIE RDE Dhdprdir § SE000000000 0000004440885 55 CROEPHEEHESLSFPEISIRED It b § P YOU ARE THINKING Of BUILDING. 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