Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, November 20, 1914, Page 6

:GOES WITH WRITING TABLE 1 : Penholder and Penwiper Combined Is Most Useful Article to Have at Hand. 80 the old man. He was more stud- born than ever. | “I don’t care if he can fool the pub- ! lic,” he said. “Any knave can do that. FESTIVA] CHARMS OF MUSC By PHILIP HARRISON. | (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) Sometimes a poet is born (they are not made) in an unpromising place. But then, everybody knows that. There s hardly a father but has looked upon the cherubic countenance of his heir and hoped devoutly that the deadly, unpractical gift of the muse has not been visited upon him. At least, hardly a farmer father in Middlebqro. ing commuity. The banker and the parson, the etorekeeper and the livery man have their proper recognition, ot course; but Middleboro has no use for poetry. However, Henry Milton was not a poet; he was born a musician. And that was worse. For poetry, unhal- lowed as it is, was known by reputa- tion to Middleboro, and a young fellow with such an unfortunate name as Mil- ton might have been expected to suc- | cumb, but music— “See here, Hen,” said hie father, “I don’t object to your playing the old pianner. I guess that’s what pianners 18 meant for, though I don’t seem to see as you gets much tune out of it. But you've got to get down to work, my boy. Pianners ain’t work, unless you makes 'em. Now, it is to be the farm or Mr. Sutphen’s insurance buei- ness?”’ It was the scandal of the town; a hulking lad of twenty, home long ago from the high school, spending his days at the piano composing airs. “And there’s no tune to them,” wailed his father. “I heerd the fellow who wrote ‘The Star-Spangled Baa- ner’ got a heap of money outen it. But who's going to print that rubbish Hen’s writing?” In the eyes of the good citizens of Middleboro, the profession of music, that there job of yourn.” | itself to. Besides “l Don’t Object to Your Playing the Old Pianner.” was associated with a barrel organ, a‘ dark, ltalian face, and a monkey. “Never mind, Harry, dear. I be-' lieve in you,” said pretty Lucy Rollins. “They don’t understand. But 1 know you are going to become a great com- poser, and some day Middleboro will be proud of you.” The end of it all was that Henry. Milton packed his grip one morning and took his departure for the me- tropolis, with the evil predictions of all Middleboro ringing in his ears. But there was sweeter music than that, sweeter even than the melodies which came to him night and day. Lucy had promised to be his wife when he had ' achieved success. { | Of the boy's struggles in New York ' nothing need be set down. Lucy wait- ' ed three years, four, five. Occasional- ly, in the first part of the long wait, a ' letter came, full of promise. Then the letters ceased. New York had swal- lowed up the boy, as she swallows many others. “I reckon that Hen Milton went to ' the bad long ago,” said the insurance agent, remembering sundry errors of omission and commission which he had discovered after Henry left his em, .‘-n'.muul. [ That was (h¢ universal agreement. Old man Milton had had the misfor- tune to have his only son turn out bad. The stubborn old man mourned for the young fellow secretly, but he set his face as hard as a flint in public. Then came the day when an attack of paralysis seized him, and he awakened from his coma to see Lucy at his bedeide, nursing him. When he recovered he asked her to keep house for him. He meant to adopt her, he said, as he had no children. The months passed. Lucy some- times dared to speak of Henry, but the old man would not betray his emotion. “He was a bad lot, my dear,” he said. “I know there was something between you, but you’ve had a mighty narrow escape. 1 want you to find some young fellow that will be worthy of you.” Then Lucy would sigh and say noth- ing. It was three years now since she had heard from Henry. Then one day the insurance agent came in, breathless with excitement. All the city was talking of a new opera, he said, composed by one Henry Milton. He was America’s great mu- gical prodigy. The newspapers were full of him. Middleboro reluctantly agreed that it might have been mistaken. But not It is essentially a farm- ! I When Henry takes up a clean line ot] work and makes good at it I'll take him back. Till then—no, sir!” | Yet Lucy knew that he secretly de- ' voured the nmewspapers, searching for his son's name. He was secretly proud of him. Lucy had an idea. “Father,” she said coaxingly—she called him that nowadays—‘“he is to conduct at a performance in Boston next Friday. Now you know you have been promising to take me into Bos- ton. Let us go and hear him.” “What do I want to hear him for?” growled the farmer. “Hain’t I heard him times and again strumming on that old piano? I've had enough of hearing him, my lass.” However, by dint of coaxing, Lucy invaigled him to Boston, and thence to the opera house, where, upon a dozen billboards, as large as life, were the words Henry Milton, beneath a flesh and blood reproduction of the young man. Lucy felt herself trembling. She knew that he had long ago forgotten her; she had nerved herself to accom- pany the old man only out of a sense of duty, in the hope of effecting a reconciliation; if she saw Henry she meant to show him her indifference. But when the farmer saw his son conducting in the orchestra, a strange look came over his face. And Lucy, watching him, knew that the past was forgotten in the joy at finding his boy. The old man’s stupefaction increased as, seated all through the bewildering medley of sounds, he saw Henry wav- ing his baton and his hand, sometimes in alternation and sometimes together. “Well, I'm swinged!” he exclaimed. He turned to his neighbor. “How much do you reckon that there young fellow Milton makes a night out of this?” “O, perhaps three hundred dollars,” answered the other. The farmer gaped at him and sub- sided into his seat. They were at Henry's side almost before the piece was ended. And Henry, looking up, suddenly perceived his father and Lucy. His face grew pale. i “Hen! Hen!” faltered the old man, and suddenly he grabbed Henry to his heart and muttered something about forgiveness and coming home. “Well, father, I wanted to scores of times, but you know you told me not to see you again until I had got a bet- ter job than composing music,” said Henry. “Better job? Suffering snakes, you ain’t composing still, Hen, are you?” demanded the farmer. “Three hundred dollars a night for working that wood- en plug and making the band go—say, it beats blowing the church organ out and out. Go on and compose all you want to, Hank, so long as you keep at But Henry, knowing his father, was content with the compromise. It was all his stubborn old soul could bring “Lucy, dearest, if you had answered me—" “But it was you, stopped—" And that explanation was the begin. ning of the long-promised paradise. Henry, who Saved the Children. Our class was held on the third floor of an old wooden school building. One afternoon another boy and myselt scattered some snuff in the air before the afternoon session began. When the professor began talking to his as- sistant they were seized with a fit of sneezing, bobbing their heads toward each other in 2 most ludicrous fash- fon. The students howled with laugh- ter when they were not sneezing. Finally the professor managed to get his breath long enough to ques- tion the ciass and all but we two guilty hoys were dismissed. He took us to his office and while we were there—about twenty mlnutesl later—fire was discovered in the build- ing. We got out with difficulty and the school was burned to the ground. From an angry man the professor ¢ became deeply thankful and he has since maintained that we boys were | the instruments of fate, for the build- ! ing burned so rapidly that there would have been great danger if all of the children had been in class when the fire started.—Exchange. | l This is intended for hanging upon the wall by the side of the writing I table. For constructing it a 'thin piece of wood measuring five and one- half inches in length and three inches in width will be required. This is ! covered on both sides with watered ' gilk, sufficient material being left over on the lower side for the cover of the penwiper. Diagram A explains this, the dotted line indicating the point at ! which the material is stitched togeth- A E(— S ivcwes 3 < INES > 1 { | er at the lower edge of the wood. Two small brass hooks (similar to | those used for hanging cups on & ' dresser) are screwed through the silk | and into the wood, in the positions shown in the sketch, and at the top ‘ two small rings are sewn on by which | the holder may be suspended from ' nails in the wall. | The silk forming the exterior of the penwiper is lined with sateen, and the whole thing is edged throughout with ; a fine silk cord. The interior of the penwiper is composed of a number ' of “leaves” of black cloth cut into ! points at the edges. The simple design which appears upon the upper part and is repeated | again on the lower part can quite| | well be worked from our sketch. | The colors of the materials are a matter of choice, but gray watered silk with gold silk cord, and the de- ' sign embroidered with silk of a color | to match the latter, would look strik- ! ing and eftective. | DESIGNED TO HOLD COMBS! Valuable Little Adjunct for the Trav- | eler—Occuples Little Space in Bag or Valise. Here is a useful little case for hold: | ing a couple of combs that will be found specially useful for traveling purposes. It is quite easy to make, and it is carried out in pale green linen lined with thin pale pink silk and bound at the edges with narrow ribbon of a color to match the latter. | It can be cut out entirely in one piece ' of the shape shown in the diagram | on the right of the illustration, the ' two portions marked with crosses be- | ing folded inwards at the points indi- | cated by the dotted lines and sewn down at the edges. The case folds to- gether in the center and the word “Combs” is embroidered in pale pink silk across the front, and ribbon, strings matching in color are provid- ed to secure the case when closed. In the lefthand sketch it is shown open, with the combs placed inside, and it will be noticed that one comb the other from the bottom, so that| they will not come in contact with | each other when the case is closed. | The small sketch illustrates the case ; closed and secured with the rihbon: | | | I harness headquarters. fvryxh‘mg needed to ride or drive a 'horse and of good quality at re: 'able prices. From the heavie Ih Iness this is headquarters. 1 attention to »epait work of all kinAs strings. For a man who has much traveling to do a case of this kind will be found a very useiul possession, for the combs 1aay be slipped into it ' or withdrawn in a moment. and it wii! { save the trouble of wrapping them up {in paper each time a bag or valise is Various Compeunds of Coal. Coal has given to the world several | hundred thousand compounds, most of ' which are of great value. For coal contains carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, ni- 1 trogen, sulphur, phosphorus and the halogens. It sometimes even contains gold and radium. Among the materials mentioned by Dr. Louis Cleveland Jones in an address before the Frank- lin Institute as obtained from coal are acid bases, alkaloids, gums, var- nishes, solvents, sugars, saccharine, ' stuffs as bitter as saccharine is sweet, | disinfectants, dyestuffs of brilliant hues, stimulating and sleep producing | drugs, healing medicines and vlolent‘l poisons, vile odors and pleasing per | fumes Coal and Its Formation. Fach different kind of coal—peat, fignite, semibituminous, bituminous, gas coal, smokeless coal, semianthra- cite, anthracite, graphite, diamond — represents only “a different step in na- ture’s slow process »f converting the ' vegetation of the carboniferous era into the fuels so necessary to our mod- | ern civilization.” The earth’s crust is a vast retort and in its work of carbonizing vcgeta- tion it saves us the by products in the form of asphalt, bitumen, petrolcum and natural gas. ; packed. Cape Clasps. There are some decidedly tempting cape clasps for sale this autumn, things that the jewelers have provided in response to the fashions for capes. They are now used chiefly for eve ning, a time when the cape or cape- like cloak is much used. Sometimes the clasp consists of a single big stone, dangling by a chain from a small dull metal clamp. Sometimes the clasp is much like the old fash- ioned belt buckle, of chased metal, enamel or metal set with stones. To Renovate Velvet Bows. If you wish to freshen crushed vel- vet bows without untying them, heat {a curling iron, cover it with a damp ‘cloth and insert in the loops of the bow, opening the curler wide. The steam causes the dap to rise, and after brushing with a soft whisk the bows will look as well as when they were new. i e Scalloped Velvet. One of the new models shows a vel- vet skirt scalloped about the bottom, the scallops bound with satin. 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