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

g [ < ! It was their first quarrel. Helen sat out on the veranda staring into the darkness. John sat in the library " . ower Prices on ,Ford Cars fective August Ist, 1014 to Augustist, 15 and guaranteed against any reduction ring that time. All cars fully equipped 0. b. Detroit. Touring Car ........490 \ i | in the evening. Bridget happened to forget to iron . one of his shirts,” sighed Helen. least—that the quarrel had nrllen.| John that morning, being in a hurry, had put on a newly laundered shirt without giving it close inspection. “I'm delighted to have my friends think we have our clothes wet- washed!” he had told Helen, sarcas- tically. Then had begun the quarrel— Helen's defense of her housewifely efficiency—John’s insinuations that a little less time spent at card parties and a little more at home was not a bad thing for the general running of the house. “He was horrid—just horrid!” she told herself, making a quick dab at her eyes with her handkerchiet. For now the tears were coming freely. Then she sat up, petrified: John was stepping through the door— coming toward her! It he discovered , her crying, he would think she was sorTy. He halted before her. “Do you know where my old fishing boots are?” he asked briefly. Then he was going away for the night with the men—he was going fishing or spearing, or something! So he was tired of her! She tried to make her tone convey that she didn't care. “Oh, in the closet under the stairs,” she threw out. When he had gone in again, she leaned forward and buried her face. She did care—care horribly. She re-, membered when he had thrown the ~ sees ses Buyers to Share in Profits , 11 retail buyers of new Ford cars from ugust Ist, 1914 to August Ist, 1915 will hare in the profits of the company to the xtent of $40 w $60 per car, on each car ey buy, FROVIDED: we sell and de- er 300,000 new Ford cars during that pe- " Ask ug for particulars 1 FORD MOTOR COMPANY akel'and Autuv and Supply Co. ] POLK COUNTY AGENTS. | The Lakeland jteam Laundry IE Sanitary} disease germs can live in Clothing that are sent to & ' sports would never again hold any we are Careful in the Laundrying, not to Damage attraction for him. That was & week after their marriage. She was still sitting with buried head when a heavy step sounded again on the porch. He didn't come close, this time, however. Ha stood near the door and called to her. “I say! They're not there. Perhaps Bridget has put them somewhere!"” His tone said plainly: “She seems to be running the house.” Like an iceberg, Helen arose from her chair and sailed toward him. She passed him with a silence that must have been chilly. Like a cold blast, she blew along the hall to the closet under the stairs. She found the boots where she supposed they would be. She picked them up gin- gerly. Leaving him to dust them, she set them down on the hall floor and started back to the veranda. But she was intercepted. In the doorway stood John, obviously block- ing the way so that she couldn't pass. He has seen her red eyes! “Helen!” he sald. “Shall we make up? He had said just the wrong thing: That he could see she wanted to. She sprang away from him, furious. Her tone trembled as she hurled back her answer: “Make up? No! A thousand times, no! I—I have a cinder in my eye. I fear you have mistaken their red- ness for signs of deep griet.” He let her pass now. He stood back, as angry as she. With heavy tramp he swung down the hall after the boots. Helen sat out on the porch till he had gone; then she went in. She went up to her room and flung her- self on the bed. For a full hour she lay there, then, suddenly, she sat up. She leaned for ward in the darkness and listened. What was that sound?—a latch key? It surely was a latch key. And John was the only person who had one. Then he had not gone off with the men, after all! He had not found sports more delectable than home! With beating heart, she tiptoed to the top of the stairs and listened. He had gone into the library. In a moment the light flared up. Was he reading, she wondered? But she did not care much what he was doing. The main thing was that he was there! He had come home! She gathered up her skirts and started down those stairs with noisy heels. She found him sitting on the li- brary couch with his head in his hands. At her entrance, he looked up fleetingly, then sank his head again dejectedly in his palms. She flew to him. She raised his face. With happy heart, she noted that his eyes, too, were red. “John!” she cried. “Oh, John! You want to make up, too!” But he shook his head. “No!” he denied swiftly. it's just a cinder in my eye!” Then he kissed her. (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate.) Frightful Risk. “That young Wildairs is a perfect daredevil,” said the colonel. “He's absolutely reckless, sah!” “Why, he's always seemed to me to be a thorough gentleman.” “He 1is, sah; yes, sah. But he is willing to take the most dreadful chapces. Why, sah, I have seen him wager that he could shoot the neck off a bottle at 15 paces, and do it too, sah; and that bottle half full of good fment. bou send your Clothing to US, it will not only Look nd Pure, but IT WILL BE SO. wagons cover the entire City. If you have a you are anxious to get to the Laundry before the ‘comes around, Phone us, and let us show you how PHONE 130 §-et Us Supply § Your Needs Orange Clippers . Spruce Pine Picking Ladders : Cement Coated Box Nails ss8s p’s Orange Plows American Field Fence Cyclone Ornamental Fence L Everything usually carried in an up-to-date Hardware Store “It's— ARDWA | e s RE CO. THE EVENING TELEGRAM. 1.AK ELAND, FLA., NOV. §, 1914, 1 aeneetetrenefeetrorote exeneseseneeeTeTeNeNONeY o ) °"§' | £ THER FIRST QuARREL 3 § ON THE ROADSIDE 2 & a4 TR o [} New Arrivals 3 ', St E E“‘.:.#.#OO‘#O#.#'#“."E‘ #Qfi.fi.fi‘fi‘#'fi.fi'fi".fim l nous close amidst threatening rain clouds, yet Martha still struggled with i the spark plug of her motorcycle. She —a thing he had never done before .. "oor prom ghelter and the road ' “As it I were to blame because '),nq)y For it was over so triviil a matter ' qrumpled up on the roadside in & par as a shirt—trivial to Helen's mind at ' oxysm of weeping. .decidedly superior when she made an- ' : It is going to rain ehortly.” ! A second later he returned to his car. old boots into the closet and said that Twilight was drawing to an omi- Hecker’s Old Homcstead Flap Jack, Prepared Buckwheat, Cream farina, and Cream Oatmeal. Roxane Graham, Whole-Wheat, Cake Flour, and Selfrising Flour. Richelieu Pancake and Buckwheat Flours and Oatmeal. through the country was long and After an hour’s struggle exaspers- tion gave place to tears and Martha Just then a young man in a great touring car swerved around the cor- ner. “Anything I can do?” he called out a8 he slowed down. Martha raised a face on which tears | had made little crooked roads of white, ! and her glance was hostile. She had been surprised in a weak moment and ' by a chauffeur. Martha's attitude was My Line is as Fine as any in Town. My Store Clean, San- itary, Free from Rats and Roaches. FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES DAILY D. B. Dickson SESSPHEPEPPFBBBHDE FIHEHTPOFIIUESFSPIPIPPIE “Don’t fail to see us” swer to the man who had offered her assisfance, “Oh, ho!” laughed the man, not a whit put out by her manner, “I thought ' you were a man,” He glanced down ' at her masculine cycle costume and ' tardily removed his cap. i “My clothes are no different from anyone else's” said Martha wrath: | I'm sorry I stopped,” said Calvin Sutcliffe with laughing polite- ness. He turned to start his machine, then as suddenly jumped down and ex- | amined Martha's cycle. “There is no reason why I should permit you to sit here on the roadside all night, even if you are foolish enough to want to. He paid no more attention to Martha than if she had been an obstreperous child. before having your Electrical work done. We can save you money.and give you better “gstuff’’ than you have been getting, and for a litt'e less money. T. L. CARDWELL, Electrical Contractor EVERYTHING ELE CTRICAL “It is all right now,” he said. “You are a most detestable per- son,” Martha informed him coolly, “but I thank you for helping me.” “Don’t mention it,” called Sutcliffe, and whirled off down the dusty road. Martha was far too angry to watch PHONE 233 him go. A moment later she too was West Main’ Street and New York Avenue spinning in the same direction. & $ELEEEE Sutcliffe had taken the number of FHEEPPPPEPINEEEEIE0E S 4P her license and it was not dificult to find out that her name was Martha Glover and that she was a résident of Douglas Manor, Since he was not & chauffeur, as Martha had supposed, but the owner of two cars and & num- ber of boats, Sutcliffe realized that it was quite an easy matter to make his . way into the soclal circle in which Martha revolved. It was at the quaint little clubhouse at the manor that a mutual friend pre- sented Sutcliffe to Miss Glover. There was not a glimmer of recognition in the man's eyes as he shook the hand extended to him. She was not sur- prised that Sutcliffe had not recog- nized her, yet somehow Martha felt hurt. She watched him during the evening ~dance with every attractive girl in the . room and she, in turn, flirted outra- . geously with each of her partners. | Toward the end of the evening he ) made his way homeward without hav- | ing said good-night to her. ’ During the days following Martha rode her motorcycle from morning un- til twilight. Perhaps she was desirous of fleeing from constant thought of Sutcliffe, or she may have hoped to meet him in his big car. The most courageous thing Martha ever did in her life was to swerve sud- denly across the road precipitating herself and her motorcycle into & ditch. The idea had suggested itself with desperate ewiftness the moment she had seen Sutcliffe whirling toward her in his racing car. Butcliffe jerked his machine to a stop and jumped quickly out and over to the prostrate figure by the roadside. Picking her up and recognizing her, his face went white and Martha opened | wide her eyes. She was bruised and | trembling but did not regret her dar- | ing maneuver when she saw the ex- pression in Sutcliffe’'s eyes. She smiled, and in the emile Calvin ! Sutcliffe read the story of her guile. “Do you still consider me a detest- gble person?” he asked before releas- ing his hold of her and leading her toward a soft knoll by the roadside. KELLEY'S BARRED Plymouth Rocks BOTH MATINGS Better now than ever before High class breeding birds at _ reasonable prices. Fggs from % high|class pens for hatching. Write me before ordering else where, H. L. KELLEY, Griffin, Fla Don’t Talk War, But Talk Business, and Boost Your Town HE HUB is still selling Hart Schaffner & Marx good Clothing, and it is the best clothing ever brought to your city. Now, Old Men and Young Men, come around and see what you can ! “No,” said Martha frankly. “I y sorry you failed to l.‘conlkll: me w::: A buy for :o m:;l;t thehmm:r u: u;u I could * ave you how dee) my frighttul dllpoamol: 'l nr:';::t;el: $ 1 5 and $1 8 to $25 know just what was the matter with my cycle.” | “Merely a eooted plug,” sald Sut- cliffe. “Too much lubricating ofl forms a smoke and that in turn makes soot. ' Sirtplest thing in the world to remedy, ' but I am glad you didn’t know it.” He gazed happily down at Martha's spar-' kling eyes. “As for my not reeonll-' ing you—well, that's another story.” | “Oh—I seem to understand now,” laughed Martha and, looking up tnto ' Sutcliffe’s eyes, she read the old, old story. (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate.) L I B Have just received a new shipment of _ Arrow Shirts, Neckwear and Onyx Hose Will appreciate showing them to everybody The Hu | His Mind on Worldly Thinge. | A minister, being an enthusiastic golfer, was almost broken-hearted by ' the loss of a match game which had seemed entirely his. After playing superbly he had fallen off near the end, and his opponent had beaten him. This defeat weighed very much on the minister’s mind. On the following Sunday he rose in the pulpit to announce his text, and he began solemnly: “What shall it profit a man if he gains the whole world and lose the last hole?” JOS. LeVAY This Store is the Home of Hart Schaffner and Marx Good Clothing