Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 29, 1914, Page 2

e THE PASSING OF JIM By B. T. KAHMANN. l (Copyright. by Daily Story Pub. Co.) We all liked Jim; not a man in the ‘whole camp who was not his friend. The first time Jim made his appear- ing. I was walking to the mime when I heard a cheery whistle, and, turning, beheld a tall, stalwart young fellow, dark eyes, a smiling mouth, and at once I took a fancy to him. I smiled involuntarily and held forth my hand. He grasped it eager- ly and, shaking ft, turned his head as it to hide his emotion. “You are the first man to treat me like this, and you ain’t never going to regret it.” “I ralsed my eyes, looked at the frm, square jaw, and into the honest face, and answered: “I know I shall not.” From that day Jim remained. He ‘was always Jim; no one knéw him by any other name, and he offered no explanations. No one asked who he was, where he came from, what he had done, or how long he intended to stay. They all met him quietly and gladly accepted his presence, and ‘800N every man, woman and child was 'his own particular friend. Jim was no model, not by any means. He loved to stand before the Golden Gate bar, most of his earnings going to that source, but he never indulged too freely, and he was never known to be seen under the influence of liquor. He was fond of playing, ' oards being one of his favorite amuse- ments. He was much delighted when he won, but he always played fairly and squarely, and was never accused of cheating, The little children in particular loved Jim. He was wont to sit with & dozen or more perched about him,' one on each knee, some leaning con- ' fidently against him; all eagerly lis- tening to some tale which he could so skillfdlly invent. Many a trinket found its way into their homes, and it was always Jim's deed. i One bright and sunny morning a group of men were leaning and loung- { ing in the Golden Gate bar. Jim and I were at a table playing cards. | “The devil! I've won again!" cried . Jim, slapping his knee in delight. | “I bet that is the last game you ever win,” I retorted jokingly. Scarcely had I spoken when the door was flung open and a man, pant- ing and breathless, threw himself into the room. “The dam in the mine has siven way.” “Great Godl” The cards slipped from my hands as I realized the ter- pepLbsed Pip L PeRodlbelio0h e8] Y Y Y Y Y Y v e Lt S0t s R kel e T e : m‘ s AR e o w—"_ ance was on a chill September morn-) THE® EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA, OCT. 27, i914. [wanifY] PLOWS (BRG] N —— Just received, a complete line of 10 ard 12 inch Orange Plows 10 to 14 inch Regular Turning Plow;s The Brinley Plow is built especially for Florida soils. Eaj, " one is sold with a guarantee of satisfaction or your money back. rible meaning of his words. sweetly for you as if there had been ‘ “The miners will be drowned like | RO Jim.” rats in a trap; there ain’t co way to| A lump which I could not swallow get out,” the man continued. came into my throat and the others I saw Jim turn pale as he put down | hid their faces. He looked so young the cards. He seemed to study for | and boyish, so strong and full of life, a moment, then rose, saying: “Yes, |that to think of him still in death there 18 a way, only one way; they | chilled our very hearts and minds. can’t get out of the east shaft, be-| “I ain’t so good that I like to think cause that is blocked by the breaking | of dying, but it has got to be. One or of the dam, but the wall, by breaking | # hundred. One would be inuch bet- that the pressure of the water will|ter. You have all been mighty good be released, the water will .rush | to me, and I want to thank you. Think through the opening, and a few hours’ | kindly of me, boys, and—and don’t work will set them free.” forget too soon, as I like to be re “Do you know what it means to| membered.” break that wall? Death for the one| He slowly shook hands with us, one who attempts it. The water will surge [ by one. The lips of the boys were out with such a tremendous force, tak- | drawn and it seemed to me that I ing everything in its way, and the man | was committing a crime. Just as he —he would scarcely have time to|held my hand a sunny-faced girl ran realize his fate.” up to Jim. “We wants a tory,” she He did not flinch; he acted as it | lisped. there were no need for excitement,| He stooped and tossed her into the as if it were an every-day affair. “You | air. “Jim won't tell stories any more. spoke truly when you said that was | Jim’'s going away.” my last game of cards. It is, pal, for “No, Jim shan’t go,” she sobbed, Jim will never hold another ace.” clasping him about the neck as if to “What do you mean?” prevent. “Where {8 Jim going?” PSP FPEPTIPOPOPP TP QPOPUAPTOPO “I mean that that wall must be broken, and I am the man to break it, and I don’t think it is likely that I “Way off, where they don’t worry and where they ain’t down on a man because he ain't rich and great; shall ever play after that.” where everything is 50 nice and sweet, , “Jim, you are crasy!” The exclama- ; 8nd where even Jim can learn to be tion came in chorus from the crowd good.” around him. I The child stared at him in amase- “Oh, mo I ain’t; it's got to be' ment. “That must be heaven, Jim!'” . FOFQPOEFTPIPO SOTIP PP SRBIIUBLSTFOL 03010555 done.” “It 18 heaven, I hope, and some day | #SERHEFRFOED i i b patass We sprang forward, grasping Mml you will meet me over there.” He by the arms, but he shook himself, kissed her softly, placing her upon free. the ground, while she ran to tell the “Let me go, boys, of what good am ; rest. I anyway? I never did anything lni “Follow me, but don't try to help.” my life. Why not let me do this? He hastened to the door, sprang upon You can’t go; you have all got wives| the back of his mare and turned. His and children. Think of them and of | face was lighted with a smile, but it| CHIEF CAUSES OF FAT'GUE‘ the men in the mine, struggling for| was tranfixed with a new radiance. L2=s 8 28R L L Tul Lt ZulBal Jul Bat2ul 2ad had saved the miners and Jim haa Beyond. ! | life and freedom, with that awful| The face of the rough miner was| Bad Ventilation and Altitude Are the death in store for them. We followed, and as we waited we mine, when they can be so easily could hear the thud, thud, thud of saved. What is the cost of one life | his hammer and the grating of his when it will save hundreds? Who{ chisel, and even the falling of stone. It no one; made beautiful by the greatness and ' goes and helps, hundreds, your best mightiness of his deed and sacrifice. ' ! friends and all, will drown in the Main Factors in Producing This i Depression. | ! Fatigue is caused by anything that interferes with the carrying of oxygen to the tissues. This may be a dimin- | those hundreds perish, how great will will mourn and weep when they bring me back 80 cold and still? There won’'t be any tears, because there 18 no one who cares, and it be the ruin and disaster? You must let me go. Look! see those mothers, Listen to the songs upon their lipa and see their smiling faces. Will they ever smile or sing if their husbands do uot return tonight? See the little children; who will care for them it the father comes no more? What will those women 80 utterly helpless and dependent, what will they do if sume one is not willing to take the risk? And then look at me. Wil they be sad when I am gone? No. Will they be deprived of any delight and joy when Jim is hidden? No. Oh! you may be sorry, but that will vanish and soon the sun will shine just as dbrightly, the birds sing just as IXIE is the best liked tune in the United States. people are from Dixieland or not. warm up as responsively as one bred in old Mississi melody begins. @ M Slavery is gone. He began to whistle the same old'ished amount of oxygen in the at- tune he loved so well—an old church ! mosphere, diminished carrying power hymn. We stood with bowed heads ! of the blood, diminished lung capacity and beating hearts waiting for the'or interference with the circulation of end. Then came a horrible, intense, deathlike stillness, which was quick- ly answered by, a terrific explosion and report, as if a hundred cannons had gone off. The sound was that of a rock-crusher, as the stone fell, and the pieces of coal and dirt went seeth- ing past. Then again the silence, the ebbing and swirling of black, dark wa- ters as they poured forth, rushing out, pell mell. We stood, hoping against hope, yet knowing all the time how utterly use- less it was. Presently we caught sight of a hand and his body floated to us. The dark face was partly crushed and discolored with blood, but there was a gmile upon his lips. He PRI NN Y ost CHPCHMD LI IR I at B o] the blood. ] The two factors which relate espe- clally to diminished amount of oxygen in the atmosphere are bad ventilation | and altitude. The main effect of bad 1 ventilation, especially where there are a number of people in & room, is to in- crease the humidity. The detrimental effect of this humidity is of more im- portance than any diminishing of oxy- gen or increase in carbon dioxide. In industry one is more concerned, however, with the diminished oxygen- carrying power of the blood. Anemia is produced by a variety of causes, among which are deficient light, insuf- ficlent fron in the blood, insufficlent { | | MODEL HARDWARE, o Phone No. 340 s BE boweéls, as tme sequel of disease (par- passed to his reward in the Great ticularly infectious diseases) and of | and closed the door after him, metal poison, such as lead. So, work- ing at night or in dark buildings or|swellest cafe, Zeke was st tead dark rooms is injurious to the blood. YOUTH TRUE TO HIS PLEDGE Stuck to the Truth In His Assertion as to His Purpose for the Evening. Camp meeting was in full blast. Sounds of shouting filled the air. Sud-|2 little while ago.” denly Zeke Billikin, Farmer Billikin's “Incorrigible” son, leaped to his feet with tears streaming from his eyes. “I got it! I got it!” he exulted. “I'm through with my evil ways. From this day forth I vow to speak the truth and nothing but the truth!” . the Palace last night was billed as b “Zeke,” said his father feelingly i after supper that night, “I was right farewell appearance there. glad to hear you speak out in meetin’ that there way today. It warms my old heart to think that at last my son is & good boy and will speak nothing but the truth. Suppose you start in right now by telling me where you are going tonight?” Zeke settled his hat on his head. “Pap, I'll tell you the truth and noth- in’ else, like I swore. I'm jest goin’ variety of food. irregularity of the!Out to feed the chickens.” -“But, Zeke, the chickens has been FQCHP LT CHB LB OO one song of the South has triumphed aver all that the North could unreasonable as woman and as irresistible. logical cannons of beauty into a cocked hat, and with her languid smile works hearts of Northern men, so this amazing tune has done for us all. tune like it. God sent it straight from the heart of the composer. It is lively. There is sunshine in it, and laughter, the tinkling of banjos, . There is joyin it, cosmic, elemental joy of life. There is HOME in it, It grips the heart. of tunes, for you want to keep whistling it, and it makes you twi seems to say, “WHY CAN'T EVERYBODY JUST BE H : For years the people of Lakeland have coveted the honor o Gray with hearts of Gold. We are glad you came and hope that you will p. . beauty spot in Dixieland where oranges turn golden in the balmy o Sarry to leave this luscious Strawberries blush at the kiss of the January sun. abundance of the good things of this life, ' calls, may each of you receive a joyous welcome into the land of from “our folks.” Our Office is open dajr and night. And it is human. We Sell Lots in Dixieland and Bon Air May and when taps are sou Northerners, New Englanders, A Itis o Such a son GOy G0 AT YT VT v g New York Globe LA L R LT 2R R E T TR R RN 3 It does not seem to make any difference whether Westerners, somehow seem to PPl when the lively strains of the inimitable all the old South stood for has been smasbed by the ruthless The Southern aristocrat is no longer dominant. af entertaining yoy old heroes in t breezes of N, g, f November and nded and Eternal Deace. the Gr Drop in and rest. The John F. Cox Regl INCORPORATED s SO-SLHID O O §- 1 ot oo oo 5 k] Yar Ve Vgt vy v W A v 5 P PREDBDOBDRPDD PP PPPPPPPIPD P PPPPTERDE heel of progress. ’ States’ rights have paled. do in the way of music. As the Southern girl has charms of herown and knocks all bavoc with 1he ice-bound riginal; there was never a g is made once a century. the pat-juba of clapping hands. and love and loyalty, It gets into the feet, tch to dance, APPY ?” It stands the test @ When it is played it ys be blessed with an eat Commander ty Co. . wl >y . TODD, Mg, 204,” objected old Billlkin, ‘Bome of 'em hain't” gq Long after midnight, in the towy the chickens.—Detroit Free Press. —_— Unusual, “Anything neW?" asked the reporte “Yes,” replied the desk sergeant “A man and a woman were badl smashed up in an automobile aceiden “That happens every day." “But this is an extraordinary ¢ She was his wite.” No Inducement. “Madame Imhoff’s engagement of “Pshaw! 1 dare say she will b back again next year.” “No, she won't either. The total celpts were only $27.50.” Didn’t Have It, Anyway, Servant (returned from errand They don’t keep it, mum, Mistress—Don’t keep what, Mary? 8.—What you told me to get, mum M.—What was that? S.—Dunno, mum, I forgot. But the It is as PP BB BBPBPSBHDDIOC % B and glee £ 4 o2