Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, November 30, 1914, Page 7

THE EVE DRSO IIEOPRIPSUBNENN 10505050000 The Lakeland ‘ Steam Laundry mmom@m%m :wmmamm MAD WITH THE HEAT By EDGERTON FRANKLIN. FI2PPSERED . i § i ’“'l;i;ev;t;&x::er callled. in Wilkes® lazy 3 SDDPDPPPPPP E and Belcher l“vt')okee l}rl:::‘!:isl::ztg rd—d IS TH ANMiary: ANy | e b ~ ?W Se00800 w;i;:: the president?” inquired his S . Belcher ticked back that he had not, and inquired if there was any news. The sounder said: “Old man’s efther gone through on one of the fast trains or is going through. Stop his train and thank him for me. Now, shut up!” Belcher snarled as he turned away from the table. That was Wilkes' facetious way of saying “Good morn- ing” over the telegraph wire. It made him tired. Everything made Belcher tired. He rose wearily and shuffled out to the lit. tle platform of Raynor station. Twelve years of looking at that platform had made him dead tired. { He looked around. Down the line eastward, Belfield, presumably swel- tering in the heat, and 20 miles away. Up the line, Bradford, another 20 miles away. North, an endless trip of flat middle West country, uninhabitated, | offering no excuse for existence save as a haven for some solitude-loving salamander, quivering just now in the ,awful sun. Southward precisely the same thing, with the main road a mile ,away and out of sight, and the heat quivering more violently, if possible. Oh, yes, it was unusually warm that | day, Belcher reflected, as he glanced at | the thermometer and noted that, in the : shade, it stood just 114! It was hot i enough to make a man sit down again, POBHOHGHOBOHOFSHISCL THOBOTS PO No disease germs can live in Clothing that are sent to us, and we are Careful in the Laundrying, the Garment. If you send your Clothing to US, it will not only Lock Ciean and Pure, but IT WILL BE SO. Our wagons cover the entire City. If you have a ackage you are anxious to get to the Laundry before the wagon comes around, Phone us, and let us show you how 3 soon the Boy will be there for it. ' PHONE 130 2OPOD ORI QOPSACPICVIBLRPBCAD 101 0L O0OE QS QB0 2 =4 L1 not to Damage o = B BB BB OB DQEOED O 1D IO DS UFMPOP QBT tPOIOE L TPRIADBOSCHI PO DO GG B posone H v - e maa s - ‘,‘,@é«;x._: “Don’t fail to see us” B b 4 3 'SN’"z"H"Z"!'_' before having your Electrical work done. We can save you money and give you better ** stuff”’ than you have been getting, and for a little less money. cm—1 2 B BB BB B P B0 BB By T. L. CARDWELL, Electrical Contractor EVERYTHING ELECTRICAL ~— ~ PHONE 233 ) West Main Street and New York Avenue _ = OEFEBEDTASIE PP SRS ! form, his face in his dry palms. | forty, and felt fifty. He had entered FEEIIOPIODTLT I TR Raynor, when eighteen years of age, a graduated telegrapher, at $12 a week. He had also assumed the duties of station, freight and express agent, | porter, ticket agent, track-walker and Information bureau to the two or three dozen who detrained there monthly. And he still earned $12 a week. Not that he had not been buoyant and ambitious at first. Why, at first 3 ne x - R s o B B AR (T80 B BB BB B e R Tl L L f g L L Ll L TR IR ! { he would have bet ten years of his ex- JIM s I NG Flrst ClQSS work | istence that he'd be chief train-dis- | ' patcher, at the very least, by this ! Guaranteed time. But the monotony of the thing, | Chinese Laundry Work Called for and Delivered % | winter, the twice-a-day tramp, with the < | station and Benker's shabby farm- ! house at the respective ends, had e 3 2 § & worked into Belcher. £ I have been a resident of Florida for 20 years, and am ‘-'!mbb:dl:fz(:“zf‘gy.“P‘:‘;:;.;e;’:':is g: 3 el kaown to many prominent gentlemen, all of whom & heat; Belcher didn’t care much. He T ing First Class Work at Reason- % |only wished he had the president sit- § vill recommend me as domg 15t s :i}!tlng there in that soundless hell, to : able Prices JIM SING % talk things over and say that he was @ ’ & , BOrry the matter hadn’t been attended g 2'8 Pine Street Phone 257 < ' to before, and that he'd raise Belcher ; 'at least five dollars at once. If he [ PSS | that he'd throttle him. With another groan, Belcher shuf- fled to the end of the platform and ex- | tracted from the closet something of | his own contrivance—a sledge and a !strip of iron, with a small spike at S. either end. Whether he felt lazy or not, he’d have to pull together that | erack in the tie next the switch and | keep it from spreading wide open be- fore the track repairers finally worked around to replacing the tie—some e i seventy or eighty years hence. High class breeding birds at, Wearily, he shuffied across the track . F f f and looked the thing over. Yes, about reasonable prices. gge Irom, two weeks more, or a good rain, and high class pens for hatching. there’d be one tie split in two and a loose rail. There was no way of fixing it, for the mechanism of that particular switch, locked or open, usually de- clined to operate with anything less than a hammer, and now it was twist- ed and broken to bits! morning express ran on mighty close i time. And— KELLEYS EARRED Plymouth Rock BOTH MATINGS Better now than ever before Write me before ordering else, where. H L. KELLEY,Griffin Fla. a loud voice buzzed into his spinning ' brain. Just received a Shipment of Heinz Dill Pickles In Bulk, 20c. per doz. He stared harder still! As certainly as he breathed, it was President Bullton, black-clad, puffy, red-faced, the very wanted to hobnob—or slaughter! the bulky man. “I saw it—" Momentarily he saw more. Bel- | glon of the solar plexus, and he sprawled backward, with the lone sta- i Give us your Orders for | Dressed Turkeys over him. Belcher stepped back and laughed somewhat wildly. fairly blasted into his dulled brain. There was his strip of iron to hold the tie together: there was his sledge; there was Bullton's motionless foot and ankle, laid mathematically along' e seconds Beicher was down »s and had the spiked strip clappea over the silk-shod ankle. In selves were driven fast. Belcher tossed the sledge a dozen Edmonson & Mills THE BIG PURE FOOD STORE AND MARKET PHONE 93-279 ends; but—the two trains! with flags and bulging pockets and ran | Still more, the ! “What the dickens are you doing?” | NING TALEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., NOV. 30; 1914. so Belcher sat on the edge of the plat- | Poor old Belcher! At thirty he looked | the W. & E. service, right here at: +» the heat in summer and the cold in ! ‘-%«%\’MWWM didn’t say that, Belcher had a notion | : the next world. See if flowers for the up track a little. He torpedoed the - rails very thoroughly and planted red flags between them. He raced back to the station and halted a minute as he heard the Raynor call. He answered. Then he fell back with a sort of whooping, laughing sigh of relfef. The local was stalled away down at Belfield and would wait for the express to pass there. So, it was all right. Nobody risked being killed, after all. And as sudden- ly as the tension had been put on him, just as suddenly it snapped and Belcher began chuckling and rubbing his head. But—just what the deuce had he for- gotten just in the last few minutes? Oh, yes! He'd nailed down the presi- dent of the road to one of his own sid- ings. That was it. Well, he'd go out and have a chat with him, and scare him just for fun. Quite happily, therefore, Belcher tripped through the awful heat to Wwhere the bulky man lay prostrate, ex- hausted after a fruitless struggle with his bond. Belcher squatted cheerfully beside him, remarking: “Well, old President Bullton, how's thrings coming?” “Lemme up!” came hoarsely from the captive. “Aw, wait a while,” said Belcher, ! pleasantly. “The train isn’t due for two or three minutes.” “The what?” “The train that's going to come into this siding full speed and make you into sausage meat,” the station man | explained cheerily. A shriek rose from the red, drip- ping man. “Great Scott!" he screamed. “I'm not Bullton, if you mean the president of this road. I'm the secretary of a ca company that—" “You'll get one cheap, then,” Belcher | commented. “—is thinking of building near here. I just drove over from Raynor to look at your freight platform and meet { some of your business men—" ‘So you're not Bullton!" gasped Bel- cher, with what seemed to him excel- | lently quick and reasonable thought. { “Well, then, if you're not Bullton"—he reached for the sledge—"the best thing |1 can do is to wipe you right out | now.” A hoarse yell for help died away. “Because, if you’re not,” explained the station man, “you'll go to work !{and tell Bullton about this, and I'll i lose my job.” l “Well, I am Bullton!" choked the prostrate figure. “I'm Bullton, and—" | “Yes, 1 thought you was Bullton,” | y said Belcher dryly, as he sat downl e —e—" T— 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 buy for $15 and $18 to $25 i T t ! § ) ¥ § § ¥ ! Have just received a new shipment of Arrow Shirts, Neckwear and Onyx Hose Will appreciate' showing them to everybody JOS. The Hub =3 _ ThisgStoreis the,Home of ~ Hart Schaffner and MarxtGeod' Clothing i again. “Well, I'm Belcher. Remem.' i ber Belcher?" l i “Oh, yes!” “Then why didn't you answer one o' |, B rrrrwwwy those four letters—hey? Didn't I ask 'g: ,.fi’,.fifi‘i..mfifi*é,%&q.%@é..ié,fifimubmmw you politely to give me a transfer to |4 :g::; | some live station, or give me a good B e raise if I had to stay here?” 54 fl es rocer 0m a“ 3:3- ‘“Why—they—they must have been | % o iie overlooked, I think,” stuttered the|:d me—. L other. “I—meant to qfve them atten- 3‘::' w H o L E s A L E G R o c E R s by tion, of course, but—' &, o “But it wasn't worth while, eh? It ? :g; , was all right to leave me down here, | ¢ ¢ y e without even a human being to look at, | A Business Without Books” I 3 | from early morning till late at night. | > 6 'On, it was all right! But it's got you | 3 [tled down good and tight now, and— | ¥4 E find that low prices and long time will not go ! by ginger, the express is coming!" - 3 M et Sadnnia e - “Whatever your name is, let me up.| & | hand in hand, and on May st we installed our s | I'll give you a raise. I'll give you : ah = NEW SYSTEM OF LOW PRICES? FOR :g::g raise, to commence the day you took G the job. T swear I will! Ill—" [ ) STRICTLY CASH. e “Oh, no!' said Mr. Belcher, who was :.,}Q } We have saved the people off Lakeland and Polk #3 enjoying things with a sweetly c‘e‘"i%‘ [ County thousands of dollars in thepast, land é" conscience as he observed anew the '&.: our new system will stilljreduce the cost of living, and also reduce our expenses, and enable us to put the knife in still{deeper. We carry a full line of Groceries, Feed, Grain, Hay, Crate Material, and Wilson &.Toomer's IDEAL EERTILIZERS alwaysion hand. Mayes Grocery Company 211 West Main Street, LAKELAND, FLA. * D T T T T WP, 4 EEERFHESRERTIESESE RSN %445 locked switches. “You think it over in livin' aren't better than flowers for people you've killed off, and still made ’em keep on living.” Then, oddly, brakes began to scream and hiss, and a big train loomed up from the west, slowed down and came to a stop. Passengers were looking out of the windows. They began pouring out. Right in front was Cousin Tom, who drew a fat salary in the claims depart- ment. He gripped Belcher by the shoulder and dragged him aside after | 3 one look at the captive. k] B demanded in one word. Belcher turned quickly. He stared. | «rpa¢'s Bullton. He wouldn't give me gentleman with whom Belcher had . “That’s no more Bullton that you are, ! although he looks a little like him. “That was deliberate destruction of p11on's right over there in his pri- the company’s property!” thundered ..o car reading a paper. Go crazy!" cher’s hard fist struck him in the re-' y tion-agent doing a wild war dance | ,masinoly easy to wiggle just then. | Mr. Bullton did not struggle. For' ... .. He took a terrible, compelling the time he was altogether too dazed.| opin on Relcher. Inspiration had you'll please give me a hand getting ! ! him to the baggage car? It's all right, | F A another five seconds the spikes them- perfume more lavishly used than by | feet away and grinned at his captive— | batalng grinned for a minute only. He sobered priests, and on extraordinary occa- | quite suddenly. To be sure he had ;o) o king himself performed this | Bullton pinned down in such rash'xonI ceremony. The great god Ra always | that he was in no danger whatever,, had three kinds of incense burned be- | for the switch was locked at both| ' “p. | headed Thoth: His head cleared up curiously, and dom: the catheaded Pshat, and ths! he bounded across the track to the sta- | sacred Ibis, all were the recipients of | tion and into the closet. He came out! o, /404 offerings. “Certainly,” ®aid Belcher, calmly. a rafse. ”» “Shut up!” hissed the claims man. 1 was playing a joke on him. ‘Huh?" said Belcher. “Wiggle! Wiggle, you idiot! Throw our arms about in the air! Wiggle! 1 say, wiggle!” | Belcher wiggled. Indeed, he found it i Cousin Tom was waving back thoi “It's all right, gentlemen. If one of | Lower Prices on|Ford Cars Lffective August 1st, 1914 to Augustist, 1913 and guaranteed against any reduction during that time. All cars tully equipped i 0. h. Detroit. Runabout. . . Touring Car Town Car. .. : u yers to Share in Profits All retail buyers of new Ford cars from August 1st, 1914 to August 1st, 1915 will share in the profits of the company to the | gir, thank you. He'’s just gone temi porarily mad with the heat!” I Ancients Fond of Psrfumes. The ancients used to burn perfume before the altars of their gods, be- lieving that the sweet scents were pleasurable to them. Nowhere was the ancient Egyptians. [n the temple extent of $40 to $60 per car, on each car of Isis, sweet incense was always kept | they buy, FROVIDED: we sell and de- before the altar by the| liver 300,000 new Ford cars during that pe- riod. Ask ue for particulars FORD MOTOR COMPANY Lakelard Aute and Supply Co. Horus Ambeis, the dog- POLK COUNTY AGENTS. Neith, goddess of wls-l