Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 5, 1914, Page 8

| : & splendid man in your estimation, | but, ob! I cannot help but think all of the time of my true flance. You must keep our engagement secret, for it is not to be known for a year and—" Mr. Joyce arose from his seat, sud- denly realizing that he was viewing disclosures he had no right to sur reptitiously scan. He was white to the lips. He staggered where he stood. His trembling hand for a moment crossed his closed eyes as if to shut out some sudden scene of blight to all his fondest hopes. “Already engaged—she is writing to & friend!” he groaned and then quickly he made for a side hedge, got through it, hurried to his home and shut him- gelf up in his darkened study. Rhoda, advised by the servant, cameée tripping towards the summer house in a quiver of pure delight. She was dis- mayed at the inexplicable disappear- ance of her visitor. She did not see him all the rest of that week. Sunday morning a substitute took his place in the pulpit. “Have you heard the news?’ ine quired Myrtle, with her usual gossip- ing buoyancy meeting Rhoda on the street. “Concerning what?” inquired Rhoda. “Mr. Joyce. He is il], they say, and Deacon Brown says he is talking of resigning his charge.” “Oh, surely not!” burst forth Rhoda irrepressibly. “What! so far gone as that?” de- rided her tormentor. “I hope they send a more impressible successor.” THE NEW MINISTER By MILDRED CAROLINE GOCDRIDGE. _——————————= “The new minister is a good deal of a stick,” pronounced flirtatious and self-conceited Myrtie Farr. “Oh, I don't think that” immedi- ately dissented Rhoda Evans. “He i8 certainly shy, but you must remember what strangers we are to him. He certainly makes up for his reticence and youth with those beautiful ser- mons he preaches.” Myrtle gave Rhoda a quizzing look in her usual shrewd, suspicious way, but er pretty friend, quiet, smiling as ever, evinced no indication by blush or eye quiver of any particular interest in the Rev. Arnold Joyce. Myrtle voiced the sentiment of a goodly portion of her set. A new min- ister was a new source of animation for the village, especially an eligible marriageable one. They had come of all sorts in the past and had lent va- riation and new ideas to the common lite. There had been the sporting type, the tea drinking, the perfect la- dies’ man, even the bluff, intensely hu- man, political, smoking and boxing species. They had come and gone rapidly, falling into the matrimonial net set for them and fading away into broader fields of labor through the needs of married life and the results of family influence. “Why, this Mr. Joyce doesn’t seem to even notice us young ladies—bolts off with the men whenever there is an entertainment.” “I think that is only natural bash- fulness,” said Rhoda. She smiled to herself gently as Myr- tle left her. Rhoda could have exulted pain at heart. She never realized how much she thought of Arnold Joyce un- til that moment. Somehow a sugges- tion of mystery, of trouble for the man she respected and believed in crossed her mind. now, if ever,” reasoned Rhoda and within an hour was at the rectory. Its door was open, no servant appeared. She penetrated to the corridor beyond and glanced into the study. There sat Arnold Joyce at a reading table. He held something in his hand, his eyes fixedly regarding it. She saw what it was—a rose, the one she had seen him secrete. Suddenly, sadly he crushed its brit- tle leaves to powder and murmured the words. “Rhoda—good-by!"” “Oh, Mr. Joyce! crled Rhoda im- pulsively, her heart full to overflowing, “you are 1l1? You are going away?” “I am being punished,” he sald gravely. “Punished—for what?” she inquired. “For reading a written page telling of the flance I never suspected. I could not help it. And since then—" His face fell into his hands. Rhoda knew the truth. “Oh, a letter I had received from my cousin.” “Then—" “Then you have misunderstood,” said Rhoda and turned her blushing face away. Arnold Joyce did not leave Millville. Why should he—when there, always by his side, was his helper, his wife? (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) LEARN HOW TO READ WELL Absorption of Thought, Not the Hun ried Glancing Over Printed Pages, Is to Be Desired. Could Not Help But Trace the Lines. over her if that had been her way. It was not and she ingenuously kept to herselt the belief that in her company at least, when alone with her, Mr. Joyce was a different person to what he was amid a group of vain, admira- tion seeking young ladies. Rhoda was in charge of a charity committee and she had spent some de- 3 lighttul hours telling her hopes and, consider,” he uttered sage counsel troubles to an ardent listener and which most of us might well take to sympathizer, Mr. Joyce himself. They ;heart. In this century of ours, when were in perfect harmony. She had!SPeed i8 such an important element in noted his shyness disappearing and his | the daily round, this statement, with face brighten when they were togeth- | :.lol its force and philisophy, is likely er. Then, too, as they grew more friend- public of the present day, while hav- ly and confidential, the finer features of the new minister's qualities had come out. There was no silly ro- mance between them. He evidently craved her company and she was nev- er happler than when they were to-| the whole field of education than to gether. read a book critically, with the object Then, one day when she accidentally | ROt only of getting out of it all that its dropped a rose from her cors:.; i author wenld convey, but to ponder his saw him furtively secure and hide it, | reasoning? her senses thrilled and she ‘\uuderod‘ course of reading such as this may not 1f in the dep‘hs of that retiring nature ' At the moment be apparent, but it will there was a secret chamber that ch.r.l surely lead the reader into realms of ished her solely. { Which hitherto he has been oblivious. The Rev. Mr. Joyce took a solitary stroll one beautiful afternoon. He was | 18, to read true books in a true spirit lost in sober reflection all the pro-| —is a noble exercise and one that tracted tramp. Then suddenly he ar-| Will task the reader more than any ex- rived at a conclusion. ercise which the customs of the day “She seems to enjoy my company,” | esteem. It requires a training such he sollloquized, “and I—ah! 1 must! as the athletes underwent, the steady not go on loving her it it is to only | intention almost of the whole life to meet with final disappointment.” this object. Books must be read as Then, after further deliberate cogi-| deliberately and reservedly as they tation, he murmured: were written."—Exchange. “Yes, I will know my fate today.” Mr. Joyce proceeded straight to the vine enbowered cottage with its pret- ty garden grounds that sheltered the idol of his soul. A servant told him that Miss Evans had run over to a neighbor’s, offered to go for her and | led the caller to a little summer house where there was shade and coolhess. Mr. Joyce sat in a comfortable rus- tic chair, though decidedly uncomfort- able himself. He was trying to for- mulate his first appearance in a vital and unfamiliar line. The prospective proposal of marriage fairly upset his usual serenity. Then casually he noted writing uten- sils on the little table at his side. Rhoda had evidently brought her cor- respondence to this choice retreat to attend to. And then his eyes became fixed, de-' spite his will, upon a single page of a Sidelights on the Ball. letter that lay outspread and held flat “Madame, the musicians want some- When Bacon wrote, “Reade not to contradict and refute, nor to belleve and to take for granted, nor to finde not prone to regard it as an art or a this state of things is to be deplored; y 7| Sailing for Women. Every year the number increases of women who can not only handle a boat but who own their neat little craft, enjoying this latest invasion into man- ly sports, A group of New York women whose husbands are members of the Bayside Yacht club own a quaint little fleet of sailboats known as the “Butterfly Fleet,” each boat being named after a butterfly, beginning with the “Van- essa” of Mrs. Willard McGregor, whose husband designed the style of boat for his wife's pleasure after she had learned to handle his catboat. They are just large enough to hold the skipper and one passenger, and ft is a pretty sight to see the minia~ ture fleet assoriblo for a race. Rhoda went home with a strange ! “He 1is 1ll, he needs friends surely | THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., OCT. 5, 1914. 600D DISCIPLINE By GRACE MOON. 000000000000 80000000000009 “If you think any member of your family needs a spiritual stimulant dur- ing the present Lenten season,” said the girl with the camera slung over her shoulder, “buy a tank and a scale and a few dozen different chemicals, and a book of directions and leave him to his fate. The seeds of humility, pa- tience and long suffering will bear fruit a thousand fold. “Don't laugh; it's true! If you know anything about the capital sins you know that pride is at the head of the list. To cure it, let some one take a good swift snapshot of you when you're not looking. It can reveal and correct more beauty defects than 52 visite to the shop where they make you beautiful while you wait. When that same snapshot is three or four years old and you gaze upon the hat that was none too becoming in its best days, you begin to realize that the lily of the fleld had some advantages over Solomon. “As for patience, amateur photog- raphy is more instructive than Bruce’s spider and more effective than Job's soliloguies. When you have measured out I¥ ounces or mypo nr & NAIT OUNCE scale—which means that you have to balance it 32 times, to the rhythmic chant of ‘twenty grains one scruple, three scruples one dram, eight drame one ounce’—and then forget whether the last meesure was the twenty-first : or twenty-second half ounce, and you have to spill it all out and begin over agaln, if you can do it with cheerful heart your spiritual condition is en- couraging. “When you come home from a vaca- tion with several rolls of films and be- gin developing the best and most cher- ished roll and it comes out of the tank distinct and clear and you drop it into a bowl of innocent looking hot water which should have been cold—a bowl which & member of your family had placed carelessly at your side—and Yyou see your jolly groups of bathers and canoers run into a shapeless mass of gelatin and you hold in your hand & blank film roll, then it you can turn to the offender and say with eerenity: ‘It's all right, I really don’t mind—' then you have merited a triple halo. “Do you wish to understand your neighbor? Try a group picture. In the first place, when it comes to posing & group, have you ever observed the serene indifference with which each member regards the position and ad- vantages of every other member? The most humble and retiring individual quietly and persietently slides into an den.ntageo‘u_s‘ position, regardless of the same desiré on the pi - — one else. “And when the same group has been finished and you talk about light and shade, tone and contrast—you were i not in it, of course—and you try to get | anyone else to observe these points and you eay, ‘Don’'t you think the shadows are good? your friend will favariably reply, ‘I didn’t know I had a double chin!’ or ‘I certainly can't ‘wear a soft collar!’ “Then you suddenly realize that your modest self-effacing friend has a normal ego. “For social popularity the snapshot is an open sesame. If with your ‘bread ! I ! snapshote of the infant idol of the| family, of your bost'd new chicken | edges, and given an upstanding collar | PFLHECHEOEIIHBIMI OIS S0 €oop, or your hostess’ new porch set, the invitation to come again will be' ! sincere and urgent. ! “When it comes to generosity this fall on deaf ears; for the reading ' gentle art of snapshotting has no angular “patch” equal. Suppose in a rash moment you full set of 12 prints, After a prelimi- | you start in to print. Your family ad- | ou to be sensible and go to bed, but ] you feel that you must persist in your i altruistic endeavors. It is midnight before you get your 98 prints to wash The advantages of a|in a bowl of running water in the | Rucksacke kitchen sink. “When you return at the end of an hour you find that several of the prints, with the perversity of inanimate and a miniature Niagara ie splashing down upon the floor. “The heat has been off two hours and it's ten degrees below zero, and the kitchen has a west exposure, but you open the door and sweep strenu- ously and exhaustively. And you hear the splash of the water out the porch, on the landing below, then on the walk in the yard, and you think of the pro- file of drainage of the great lakes, An& Yyou tread lightly and softly, partly be- cause you are reluctant to dislodge the water soaked ceiling in the flat be- low and partly because you are afraid | of waking your family and bringing down on your unoffending head a chorus of ‘I told you so’s.’ “After three hours of hard labor you close the door just before the milk- man tears up the back stairs. And then, when you come to the breakfast | table the next morning, heavy lidded and sore of spirit, but diecreetly si. lent, another of your household comes in and says in a convincing and appeal- ing tone: ‘I'm deadPtired! J didn’t sleep a wink last night!" “Then, if you can restrain your words of contradiction and offer sym- pathy in soft and gentle tones with an favisible smile for the audible slum- bers to the rhythm of which you *'MEANT FOR THE FALL JAUNTY BOLERO SUIT THAT I8 SURE TO BE POPULAR. Makes Splendid Street Costume or in Suitable Materials Will Be Most Serviceable for Wear in the Afternoon. Even the tailormade costumes are more or less elaborate, for the sim- plest of them is cut in some compli- cated fashion. The long jackets, with basques having a movement “en forme” and cut on the bias, are very new. They are worn with waistcoats of white satin or fancy brocade, which fasten with odd little buttons. Fashion, however, is becoming more and more eclectic every day, so it is also possible to see the quite short Jacket on the bolero order, whose gen- eral effect 18 completed by a tunic skirt, making it look like a long jacket. This gives a very youthful effect. The idea is interestingly exploited in the model here shown, which is de- veloped in Saxe blue Deauville cloth and black taffeta. The jacket, in the form of a little bolero, has a soutache trimming in self-color appearing in a narrow border around the neck and sleeve ends, but spreading out over the front edge in a larger motif. The peplumlike picces that are hung over either hip are also trimmed with sou- tache. There is a deep girdle of black taffeta tied in a bow at the front, and above this a shallow bib running off to nothing at either side. Then the sleeves are oddly lengthened on the outside, covering the elbow, with & Jaunty Bolero Suit for the Fall. fold of taffeta. The guimpe may be talke and discourse, but to weigh and | and butter’ letter you can inclose a few | of white met or chiffon, is crossed over the bust between the jacket of batiste. Both tunic flounces are laid in folds and are quite straight and plain. The upper one shows two smart little tri- pockets, both of which are braided with the soutache trim- ing a taste in general for learning, is have promised each of eight friends a ming. The lower skirt is of taffeta. This will make a splendid street matter for serious contemplation. Yet nary struggle with drams and scruples | coptume for the fall, or in crepe de chine will be found most serviceable for what greater pleasure is there in | monishes, urges and finally commands for the afternoon. FRIEND OF THE TRAVELER Has Many Advantages Over the Always Popular Knapsack. ‘What is a rucksacke? According to Thoreau write: “To read well—that | things, have slipped over the drain|Outing it is a bag made of denim, or heavy cloth. It has one or two pock- ets on the back, in which books or articles frequently required by the tourist are readily accessible. The top is fastened by a cord, so the ruck- | sacke, filled with a couple of suits of underwear, toilet articles and the like, resembles a meal sack, except in color. Most of those sold in Europe are green, harmonizing with the landscape. But khaki is suitable in color and ma- terial. The rucksacke has a number of advantages over its cousin, the knapsack. It is easler to get at, for one thing. It is not necessary to un- fasten any straps to open the ruck- sacke. Untying the string around the top by pulling one free end of a bow- knot enables the tourist to select any- thing contained therein in a jifty. Tulle Popular. Tulle is the prevailing fabric for dancing frocks, and nothing is more appropriate or prettier for young peo- ple. Sometimes it is garlanded with an embroidery of naturally colored tiny roses and leaves. 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