Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, November 13, 1914, Page 7

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peclalty. CEOIERNYD THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., NOV. 13, 2914, ! handle only fresh, clean; is and we keep a full line resh Meats, Including eaks, Roasts, Chops, Breakfast Bacon, Brains, Chickens, etc, Vegetables are We Keep Fresh Fruit, aisoj| g in Can Goods that you may suggest ng Vegetables, Soups, etc. PHONE 59 et Us Supply Your Needs Orange Clippers Spruce Pine Picking Ladders - Cement Coated Box Nails ’s Ofange Plows American Field Fence Cyclone Ornamental Fence Everything usually carried in an up-to-date Hardware Store IL.SON ARDWARE CO. ny your goods where You can get the most for the money. lace is the grocery of G. TWEEDEL A NEW TYPE OF GIRL By LAURA KIRKMAN. | (Capyright. 1914, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate.) Kenneth Grey winced as he passed & group of young people on his way to prayer meeting. He knew that | their amused eyes were on his highly | polished shoes, which shone brightly in the glare of the street light. “Spotless,” he heard Jessle Dean giggle as he passed. “He'd say ‘immaculate,’” corrected another voice, mockingly. Kenneth was glad when he reached . the church, Inside its solemn walls | he was able to forget the derhloni that stung him on every side. For,! although he had always known him- self to be an outsider in Greenville ' Center, he had never become accus- tomed to the spirit of mockery with Which he was treated by the town's young people. Although he was their own age, he had not a friend among them, “Sissy Grey,” he had been called ever siuce he could remember. | On this particular night he entered the church as he had done a thousand times before—went into his Dew.l bowed his head a moment, then raised his eyes to give one sweeping glance around the church. But there the similarity to his con-' duct on other nights stopped. His sweeping glance terminated on the | slim hand of a young girl sitting in the pew in front of him and he caught his | breath. The hand was manicured! Kenneth stared at the strange girl. She and he were the only two persons in Greenville Center with manicured hands. He felt almost relationship for her. | “Who is she?” he asked himself re- peatedly. “Is she a summer guest, or is she some one's city relative?” | Al length he decided that she was a summer guest. He had heard that! old Mrs. Hartwell intended advertis- ing for some this summer. Little did he hear of that sermon. He sat through the evening as though spellbound. Here, before him, was a new type of girl—a girl who would not—would never think of laughing at a man whose nails were manicured. “Would she laugh at me for pick-; ing and choosing my words?” he won:' dered, recalling the myriads of smileg that h But this question he had no way of, answering. He could merely sit and is vocabulary had called forth,' Letty Gleason made friends with her. ' Letty was Kenneth’s worst enemy. | i “What fun she’ll have telling the girl how diligently I practice on the plano!” he thought bitterly. That story—a true one—was one of m'l best pleces of evidence against For a time he let his piano go un- touched. He preferred to play in the winter—when the wildows ceuld be down. In Greenville Center it was & disgrace for a man to have an accom- plishment of this sort. Then, one night, he flew to the old friendly piano, in spite of the fact that the window was open. This was the night of the entertainment in the town hall. Under other conditions, mot for anything would he have missed the entertainment. But—she would be there. ! For by this time he had grown to, avoid her for other reasons than rel-i sons of sensitiveness; he had grown to love her. Her pretty face and dark halr | baunted him. Her shell-like fingers, 80 unlike any other girl's hé had ever' seen, seemed to be always in his sight. She seemed to him a fairy thing—a' girl not for such a man as he. . | | “That’s why she hasn't gone out with Bob Granville, or any of the rest,” he realized, sensibly. “She’s too good for us. She is here only for a rest.” Of late he had worn a duller polish on his nails. Now, as his hands trailed over the piano keys they looked less é ? New Arrivals Hecker’s Old Homestead Flap- Jack, Prepared Buckwheat, Cream farina, and Cream Oatmeal. Roxane Grsham, Whole-Wheat, Cake Flour, and Selfrising Flour. Richelieu Pancake and Buckwheat Flours and Oatmeal. My Line is as Fine as any in Town. My Store Clean, San- itary, Free from Rats and Roaches. FRESH FRUITS AND VEGETABLES DAILY Yours to Serve in Groceries, Feed, Seed and Fertilizer. D. B. Dickson £ $0$0$0104 DH 0L garish—more as though they might el b have belonged to a cultured man of the world. He played softly, not over ' happily. He was thinking of what hel might have made of himself if he had had better advantages. “Such a woman as she couldn't laugh at—a faultlessly dressed and kept man,” he thought, with a little twist of the mouth. Then he started. He was conscious that some one else was in the room. ,Turning quickly he was amazed to find—The Girl! The girl stepped forward. “I couldn’t bear to stop you—it was “So I came right in. I hope | you'll excuse me—I know you so! slightly—but some one told me that you own the “Fifth Chopin Sonata,” and that's the one I'm to play to night i in the town hall—and I forgot to bring mine with me in my trunk.” | He sprang to the piano. He found the piece of music. Eagerly, inarticu-| Jately he offered it to her. ' “If there's any other piece I could lend you?" he faltered, eagerly. Through the dim light the girl's face look at the back of. her pretty head.ghone sweetly, ethereally. One fine,! until the meeting was over. Then he followed her home. She did come from old Mrs. Hartwell's. She was undoubtedly a summer guest. As the girl turned up the walk, and he wandered on, thinking about her, he saw that Bob Granville was coming toward him. Turning, when they had passed, he saw that the fellow turned in at Mrs. Hartwell's gate. Mrs. Hart- well was a distant relative of Bob. Not for years had he been to see her. Kenneth halted in the shadow of an elm tree and listened. Plainly, he heard Bob's voice ring out: “Good evening, Aunt Hanna!" “Aunt Hanna!” repeated Kcnneth, indignantly. “As if he ever called her that before! He's just trying to make friends with that girl. He thinks she'll go around with him just be- cause he has money—the way all the other girls do. Well, she’s not a Greenville Center girl. One glance at his grimy fingernails will be enough for her.” It was a relief to him to see, as the week flew by, that although Bob Gran- ville called on the summer girl every night she never went out with him. “She can’'t do any more than be po- lite to him when he calls,” he told himself, hopefully. “It's me she’ll go out with—when I meet her!” And at last he did meet her. It was at a church social. Quite frankly he went up to old Mrs. Hartwell and asked her if the young lady would object to meeting him. As he made the formal request he heard one of the town boys giggle and repeat his words to one or two of the girls. “Now, we'll see Sissy Grey make an impression—with his fingernails,” came in loud tones, just as Mrs. Hart- well presented him to the girl. The girl heard. She looked behind her in surprise. Then, casting a swift glance at Kenneth’s hands, a light of understanding broke over her face; she had grasped that his nickname was “Sissy.” After a few hurried and nervous words, Kenneth excused himself and left the girl. He walked swiftly from delicately kept hand toyed with the sheet of music. | “There's nothing you could lend 'me,” she answered, “but there ] something you could do for me—you could come to the hall and turn my | music as I play; you see, no one else knows enough about it to do that.” He never could remember, after- ward, how he found his hat and asked her if he might not escort her there. Not even long after—when he had won her. g ALL EYES ON THE PUPPY Baby Decidedly Second Cholce in the Attentions of Crowd of Men on the Street Car. A man will pass a dozen baby car- riages in the street without so much as a glance at the little faces under the hoods, but if a stray puppy wad- dles along, indulging in the leading | puppy sport of trying to make lu' back legs go faster than {its front ones, he acts differently. Seldom is he 8o busy that he can’t bestow a pat on its head, and if he has the time, as likely as not he will stoop and ask the puppy how he is feeling. The other day a woman was seen to enter a street car with a small Boston ter- rier under her arm. The car was packed, but she might have had any one of a half dozen seats. The men about her forgot their newspapers, and the puppy claimed every eye. An elderly man standing in front of her chucked the puppy under the chin and | addressed him familiarly as Mike, Mike opened his mouth and displayed unmistakable signs of a desire to play | with the elderly man’s finger, and the elderly man was so obliging that | when he hurriedly left the car he 'was heard to say that he had gone two streets beyond his stop. It is probl able that he could not havestold wheth- | er Mike's guardian wore a sunbonnet | or the latest hat, nor could the other ; men who watched him play with the | puppy. It is certain, however, that a blue-eyed baby across the aisle gurgled in vain, for not a masculine ' the grounds. Up the street he flew. Blinding tears stung his eyes. The girl had been prejudiced against him before she had had a chance to judge of him. For in that light of understanding that had passed over her face he thought that he had seen as well a shadow of derision. Perhaps she was amused to see the hands of a country boy manicured. Perhaps he had not taught himself in the right way; he had only had directions from a maga- zine to follow. Or perhaps—he stoed still on the sidewalk—perhaps the polish on his nails was ridiculously bright. He had noticed the polish on the girl's nails was decidedly duller. Had this been oversight or intention? After this he kept away from those places which the girl frequented. He felt ill at ease in her presence. If she had noticed his difference from the other town men naturally it would not have been so bad—even if that differ- ence were overdone. But now that her attention had been called to it—now that she was watching for it! The last possibility of their ever be- coming friends was shattered when glance was directed toward it. Something of the Sort. | “T see you have buckwheat for pan- : cakes,” she said to the grocer. | “Yes'm.” “My husband was saying this morn- , ing that we ought to have some.” ! “Just so, ma'am.” l “It ought to have maple molasses to go with them, hadn't 1t?” “To be sure.” | “And you have got some just fresh from the trees?” “I couldn’t say that, ma'am.” “But isn’t it the season when they make 1t?” “It is and it isn’t. They make one | 4 i G i s I 4 FPFPPPEEEPIFAPI SIS TIHDHE FIADODIDIIENIIDIPIPIEPIIS “Don’t fail to see us” before having your Electrical work done. 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Write me before ordering else where, Don’t Talk War, But Talk Business, and Boost Your Town 'I'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 buy for $15 and $18 to $25 Have just received a new shipment of Arrow Shirts, Neckwear and Onyx Hose Will appreciate showing them to everybody JOS. The Hub . This Store is the Home of] tart Schaffner and Marx Good Clothing

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