Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 3, 1914, Page 3

< ; : BNTRACTOR AND BUILDER fving had twenty-one years’ experience in building Jntracting in Lakeland and vicinity, 1 feel competent er the best services in this line. If comtemplating jag, will be pleased to furnish estimates and all infor- p All work guaranteed. TECTEMETE e J. B. STREATER CTOSTRRYD 'e handle only fresh, clean ods and we keep a full line ' Fresh Meats, Including ) Steaks, Roasts, Chops, Breakfast Bacon, s, Brains, Chickens, etc, Vegetables are Specialty. We Keep FreshFruit, also hing in Can Goods that you may suggest Ruding Vegetables, Soups, etc. ¢~ buy your goods where You can get the most for the money. ! ".;\'b hat place is the grocery of £.G. TWEEDEL PHONE 59 Let Us Supply Your Needs Spruce Pine Picking Ladders Cement Coated Box Nails Avery’siOrange Plows : American Field Fence Cyclone Ornamental Fence s Everything usually carried in an up-to-date Hardware Store THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA,, DEC. 3, 1914. B STREATER! | | 1 HS CALENTAR GRL By GEORGE ELMER COBB. “And Corydon?” inquired a visitor | at the Artists’ club, once himself in the profession, graduated into a gen- tleman of leisure through a rich leg- | acy, and paying a brief visit to his old { time haunts, , “Oh, Corydon—eats!” was the sen- | tentious reply, as if that fact evi- { denced a very fair condition, indeed, | for a devotee of the palette and easel. “And Paul Willis—still a dreamer?" “Still the same old hand to mouth | existence. Yes, Willis had grand tical times. He dropped out of the club months ago.” In a breath the absent fellow artist —who possibly did not eat—was dis- missed from discuseion. And, indeed, he did not eat at just this juncture! There was not a man in the club who did not remember the soulful- eyed, impulsive young fellow who had started in to set the world on fire. It was work, not gain, that was the starting motive in his career, and the labor loved because he aimed at a high standard. He was a color special- ist, and etchings and pen and ink ef- fects had become the fashion. A few portraits, perhaps twice a ! year a color scene, but the orders few and far between, and the cheeks of the handsome graceful youth became wan, the old fire of genius left his eyes, With poverty seclusion. forgotten. It his two former artist associates had seen him at the hour when amid luxury and indolence they discussed him, they probably would have pitied this piece of poor driftwood. In the remotest corner and smallest room of an old dilapidated central building, Paul Willis sat working with pencil and brush, It was a sadly forlorn place, the win- dows grimed, the floor destitute of car- pet or rug. Light and heat were wretched. Upon a table beside the He became isolated and easel was a loaf of immaculately ex- cellent bread, a tempting fruit cake gldull-—n poor capital in these pm-l bringing thei threadbare garb, pride drove him to | ‘Willis made no reply. He seized the || loat of bread with the flerceness of a famished animal, tore a handful from its soft mellow heart and crowded it into his mouth. Once he choked as if with direful humiliation. Once the | tears fell over the loaf. His visitor watched him with sober, pitying eyes. “That’s better,” observed the artist, striving to appear satisfied. “Anything new.” The other came close up to him. He placed a trembling hand on the shoul- der of the artist. “As bad as that,” he eaid in a sub- dued tone. “I never guessed it— there.” He placed his hand in his pocket and drew out some money, counted it, | doubled the amount. Willis recounted ; it and pushing back the excess sym- pathy had impelled, saying: “My rightful hire, Morse. You're a good fellow just the same.” “There 18 something else,” Morse sald, “the Calendar Girl.” ' Above a cot in a kind of alcove hung | & colored crayqp sketch. Willis glanced ; at it with swimming eyes. “No,” he said reeolutely. “Why not?” urged Morse. “You know it was made for that rich manu- facturer, Payne, who is so proud of his daughter. He has been at the office after the original crayon.” “It is mine, money will not buy it,” said Willls sententiously and bowed his visitor from the room. Buy it—as soon would he sell his soul! In his poetic way the work on that picture, taken from an oil paint- ing, had been the inspiration of his recent life, Willis had the first full meal of The rescue was too late, however. He awoke the next morning in a burning fever. There was only the woman in charge of the apartments to nurse him. That afternoon a stylish automobile drove up. A young lady alighted. She wae the original of the Calendar Girl. When she knocked at the door of the artist’s room the old woman met her. “He has been going on all day that way,’ she said, Miss Elinor Payne had come, ho- ping to prevail upon Willis to sell her the picture, But now—she stood in a strange maze listening to the ceascless babble of his parched lips. I His glassy eyes were fixed upon the , picture. The lone burden of his mind had given way. In poetry, in wild passionate appeal he was telling that mute companion of his lonely life the secret of his love—how he adored the lovely face his art had perpetuated. Never had the fair innocent girl been 60 moved. Tears were in her eyes as she noted the wretchedness of this poor soul, whose delicate face showed | the lineaments of genius. “Everything must be done to save so precious a life,” she told the woman. Then day after day for a week some weeks that day, for he had money now. | i 1 A NEW FIRM, But Not a NEW MAN s T.'E Lakeland Electricar Suppty Company will be open for business in about ten days, with an up-to- date line of l ightiag Fixtures, Electric Irons, Percula- tors and other useful things of the very highest quality. All work will be personally supervised byflan expert Electrician, Lakeland Electrical Supply Co. C. B. LOCKE, MGR. HOTOHROHIFOTOIIHOS JOI!N THE s P U G —__ SOCIETY FOR PREVENTION OF USELESS GIVING ALSO THE S P U G __ SOCIETY FOR PROMOTION OF USEFUL GIVING Electric Irons, Toaster Stoves, Percula- tors, Flashlights, and Table Lamps, are among the most desirable and useful Gifts you can select for CHRISTMAS Presents. FLORIDA ELEGTRIC AND MAGHINERY GO. THE ELECTRIC STORE Phone 46 307 E. Main St. S2al el ¥al Tal L Su B0 Bl Rl dnt pul 2ul ful 2al el s PO PO § § Fitetint Tul Sul 2t ulit el el el lu ot u bl 8 B Ee B el Suli S ul Lultu b dud Su pimg Lud Do You Want Fresh Clean GROCERIES? We are at your service for anything carried by an Up-to-date Grocery Phone orders glven prompt attention W.J.REDDICK '-Tvo»wma«z'wmwa-m«»o ot 8etul dul Qul Bul pul Sud Be 2 0al Buglel Bul 2oy el il ] 3 irresistible influence drew her to the | gy OB SO0 BN IO O EACHERCH SR EHOH place which her money transforimed into a haven of comfort. ° ° One day she came when the mourn- ful eyes of the artist were once more l‘ e leu calm and clear. The crayon was gone from its accustomed place. He handed it to her done up in paper. “I hnhve le:rn;ed ;)r all your kind- Peas Loganberries Jams ness,” he said simply. N St 3 “You wish me to take the picture?” Corn Blueber ne? J,e”ms she asked, Beans Blackberries Preserves ..}:l is t{ours.l I have slmanI you in Beets Raspberries Catsups reality—there is a more lasting por- A traiture in my heart.” Soaps Pmex.lpple Lobsters He spoke with the desperation and 4 Spinach Apricots Salmon Began the Colorizing of His Sketch. dl?yppolntment of l: filtting spirit. Asparagus Peaches Shrimp ou must live!” she cried impul- t 3t ies T fish deep frosted and rich looking, a ple, | gyely reading the oracle aright—"for Pumpkin Cherries ynee fair and pertect—:lormexpert h::ao-‘ my sake—will you not?" Tomatoes Plams Olive oil wives say that such things can be. His soulful eyes strove to read the |z \ The artist had drawn with pen and ' gecret of that beautiful face, To Elinor | Succotasch Pefu‘s Mul.)].e BYERD ink in outline a faithful presentation | ho was as g being above the common b Lima beans Olives Chili sauce of the articles before him, Now he| ghg fiyshed. Th iration of his & 3 eans Pickles chicken began the work that had for him an ln-! CRadmiAtOn o " é’ Pork & 1B glance thrilled her. describable attraction, the coloring of “You must let me drive you each day his sketch. More than once a fever- ¢ you get well,” she said ish famished expression crossed hiB: A;4 that was the beglm;lnx of the face. He molstened his dry lips With peayutitul end that eaw two harmonious his tongue and set his teeth firmly. It goylg joined in undying love and joy. was the evening before when he had | (Copyright, 194, by W. G. Chapman.) last tasted food. Ever eince then, pen- ——— e niless, hungered, weak in body and IS NOT A STRANGER HERE brain, that torturing display of food had tantalized him to the point of des- peration. I Amid the fascination of the color' processes, now his soul soared tem-, s porarily above his physical needs. A, (ogyne Zeppelin : bitter smile crossed his face as he real- ! dirigible b all’l?;a n, .l:h:o:n:e::::nzgru:: ized that his labor was strictly COM* | ¢ha United States, for he saw service mercial. A picture plece, exquisite 404 Deriettan B At plague; his snew with the Union army in the Civil war. I have the LARGEST Stock of FANCY GROCERIES in Town Call and Inspect. Prompt Delivery Yours to Serve and Please D B. Dickson 3 Ot BRI S0 Count Zeppelin Served in U. 8. Army and Tells Story About Gen. Butterfield. GHCREd el that when his work was done, repro- duced from the printing press, it would show lettering advertising the wares of a famous baking company. He lald down his tools of usage at ( last. Daylight was fading and he had { worked rapidly, but his toil had fits recompense, Side by side, the real contrasted with the artificlal and the | fine delicate ehades of the former would have appealed the more strongly to the true artistic taste. There was a tap at the door. Evi- dently the lone artist was expecting his caller, for he spoke out eagerly: “Come in, Morse.” A brisk bustling business-faced man entered. He wasted no time in civil- ities, but walked to the easel without excuse or hesitation, drew a m ify- ing glass from his pocket and critically inspected the color sketch. “Excellent—your very best,” he an- nounced complacently. “You improve every day.” “And grow hungrier,” observed Willis with a faintly bitter smile. “Can ! I have—the samples?” he added, with In his recently published reminis- cences he tells this amusing story of General Butterfield, who was chief of staff in the army of the Potomac: In planning operations, General But- rfleld attached special significance to knowledge of the probable weather conditions, and for this reason he be- ! came especially fond of an excellent :te i | anerold barometer that I had obtained | from London, and paid a lot of money | for. ! He saw this instrument in my teat, borrowed it from me, and then found | it impossible to give it up. He kept it a longer time each time he bor- rowed it, until at last he failed to re- | turn it at all. When I was about to , leave the army, I asked him again and | agaln to return it, and I finally be- 'cnme 80 pressing that he said he | would go to his tent and fetch it out. After waiting outside a long time, I followed him into the tent. It was | empty. With my barometer in his , band, he had crawled under the can- vas and disappeared.—Youths’ Com- panion. ! a meaning sweep of his hand towards ‘ S —————— | the dainties. | Reason Dethroned. “Why, surely,” assented his visitor,' Caller—Is your husband still in the with a stare of surprise. “What do you asylum, Mrs. Lakeside? WILSON | HARDWARE CO. l want them for?” “To eat, of course.” “You mean—" began Morse, and paused, an indefinably shocked ex- preesion croesing his face. 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