Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 4, 1914, Page 2

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In This Town Is the Family of Readers of LAKE PARKER BOAT HOUSE (JOYLAND PARK) Power Boats and RowsBoats Special Rates to Fishirg and Picnic Parties Best Service—Reasonable, Rates W. F. MooxEY, Prop. P. O. Box 32 Residence Phone 234 Black PbPPPPPY D T e = BEBDDBDBI DD P SR FA B (DS LOE o.snrm-a‘og nllul tal Lot T ant Su s R at We have ev- horse and of good quality at rcason- able prices., From the heaviest team harness to the lightest buggy har- Special attention to repair work of all kinds. FLORIDAINATIONAL VAULT GO | The Biggest Family § PN NS T @ PP PRE i . & minute. GIRL FROM THE CITYE By DONALD ALLEN. (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspa- | per Syndicate.) Now and then a college student is called by his name as his mother gave it to him, but in the vast ma- Jority of cases it is by a nickmame. Sometimes the appellation fits the in- dividual, and sometimes it is far from it; but once bestowed it sticks. Brian Jeffries had been in college a month before his chum settled on & ' nickname, and there was much rejoic- | ing that it fitted him. He was walking out one evening from his boarding house when he was set upon by three young men. They were supposed to be students, and to be mistaken in their man, and they’ made it warm for young Jeffries for Then he rallied, and when , he had landed three separate punches =——— THIS PAPER —— ' like the pose of his chin. Therefore, | | on three individual chins the battle was over. Brian had delivered “the punch,” as sporting men say, and from that time on he was “Punch” Jeffries. He was neither proud of it nor disgusted with it. When the summer vacation came the young man went to his home on i the Sound. He might have gone camp- | ing or yachting or tramping, as 80 | many students do, but he was way | behind in his studies, and his father had inquired of him: “Do you think I sent you to college ! to learn to row, swim, box and kicki -~~~ THE EVENING TALEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA. DEU. 4, 1914 “And it was nothing to him whether he killed us or not!” “Didn’t he have to race when he was challenged?” * “No!” “And shouldn’t he want to win the race?” “Callie Floyd, you were within an #ce of death, and yet you are ready to excuse such recklessness!” It was a week later, and Brian was in the village on an errand and had no thought of the young ladies, when an auto, coming from the railroad depot and containing a lady as a pas- senger, began to act in a very queer manner. It ran from side to side of the street, and the screams of the lady soon collected a crowd. It was i Brian Jeffries who first made out what the trouble was and sprang for ward. The machine had not got be- yond control, but the chauffeur was too drunk to know what he was about. The man was hauled from his seat and cast into the road, and Brian ex- pressed his willingness to drive the lady to her home. It was then that he noticed the Pryor runabout and the two young ladies, and he thought | they regarded him with something like horror. “Isn’t it brutally shameful!” ex-!| claimed Miss Pryor at ehe looked ! down at the man on the ground, and in a voice meant to be overheard. ! “But why did he do it?” queried ! Miss Callie. “Because he is a ruffian!” “You are mistaken, young lady,” said a man beside their machine. “He did it because—" But the runabout was put in motion. & football?” | Miss Pryor didn't want to hear the! “Hardly, father,” was the reply. | rest. There was something about the “You stand very low in your studies, | incident in the village paper three' my boy; and you must catch up. days later, but she refused to read it. Spend your vacation at home and do‘ it.” It was a bit lonesome at The Oaks. | Brian was an only child, and his moth- . er was a semi-invalid and his father | a quiet man who seldom entered into conversation. There were fishing and boating, and there was a trip to t.haI village now and then in the auto, and ; the remainder of the time was put in reading law and wondering why men with sense enough to peel a| potato could not enact a law that a| half-baked judge could not lnterpret! twice alike in the same year. On his homecoming he had noticed | two young ladies at Wave Urest—the next manor house below. One of them was Miss Pryor, whose father owned the property, and the other was a stranger to him. When he sought information of his mother she replied: “It is a young lady from the city visiting Miss Pryor. I do not even know her name.” “Hang it, if I had ever been intro- duced to Miss Pryor here s a big chance for a flirtation.” “I'm sorry for you, but perhaps | you'll survive the disappointment.” l At about the same hour Miss Callie Floyd, the visitor from the city, was asking of Miss Annette Pryor: “And who are the people at the other place?” “Their name is Jeffries.” “Aren’t there any girls?” | “No, only a son.” “College student?” “I believe so, and home now on his vacation.” “He must be a bit lonely.” “Well, it won’t be for us to cheer him up. I have heard that he was very wild and reckless at college.” “Why, he doesn't look it,” said Miss Callie. “Oh, you are a physiognomist, are you? You can tell by a young man's face fifty rods away whether he is wild or not!” “I—I thought he had a pleasant face.” “Let me tell you what they call him in college. It s ‘Punch’ Jef- fries!” “But why? Does he drink more punch than anybody else?” “It must be that. A young man who knows him told me that he had three brawls before he had been in college a month. I hope he will make no excuse to get acquainted with us. We must prepare ourselves to snub him at the first advance.” “Yes, we must!” sighed Miss Callle a8 she turned away. Three days later Brian saw the young ladies start for the village in the runabout, and he got out his auto and followed. Why he did it he did not stop to ask himself. Perhaps it was because he had a hope that he might get a near view of the girl from the city. He was half a mile be- hind them, and keeping their pace, when he heard a toot behind him and glanced back to see a young man burning up the road. That toot meant but one thing. It meant: “I am coming and you small potatoes with your cheap machines had better take to the woods!” Even without the insulting tooting the oncomer would have found one | ready to do him battle. Brian didn't like the shape of his headgear. He didn't like his goggles. He didn't when the young man came sweeping up and would have passed on—he didn’t pass. He wanted to badly enough, but he couldn't just manage it | With the two machines running | neck and neck, the runabout was | quickly overtaken wnd passed. Brian was on the inside, and he was crowd- | ed over until the wheels rubbed each | other, and both young ladies | screamed. They both recognized the | college man. | “The loafer!” exclaimed Miss Pryor. | “But he was racing!” extenuated | Miss Callfe. i Miss Callie returned to the city a | week later, and although the young man was in no sense smitten he hoped and believed that she wasn't so down on him as Miss Pryor. A year elapsed and Miss Callie came to spend the summer again, and Brian was spending another vacation with his law books. His father had said: “No use wasting your time. You will never make even a shyster lawyer. Why don’t you go fishing?. It's far more fun.” And the young man had eaid to, himself: “I'll just read up the law on hog-stealing and pretend to my- self that I have been admitted to the' bar.” He saw Miss Callie, but she was twenty rods away and looking up an apple tree. He saw Miss Pryor, and she wasn’t but ten rods away and had a bludgeon in her hand. Brian Jeffries’ time was coming, however. One morning when the whales gam- boled, the mermaids sang and the waters of the Sound were like a bogus half-dollar, the young man went down to take a dip in the briny. Before taking the dip he cast his eyes abroad, and a mile from shore he saw a female rowing a boat around with one oar. He understood at once. She had lost the other oar and the tide was taking her toward Halifax at the rate of four miles an hour. He waved his towel, uttered shouts of encouragement, and sprang into a boat and rowed as if life were at { So I told him that we had two pounds | whole, “At any rate, I've learned one thing,” | declared Mrs. Avery to the assembled class In Irish crochet. ! “Pess it on,” sald the girl who was | struggling over some tiny crocheted _roses i “Never buy more than one pound of ; coffee at a time.” And the hostess ' rolled down the sun screen with a! flurry and settled her filmy skirts into | the west end of the hammgck swing. | “Talking of Irish crochet—" began the girl in pink linen, while a smlle‘ scattered throughout the group. ! “Buying in quantities is always | cheaper,” declared the girl in the big wicker chair. “We use three pounds | every month and that is never too long to keep coffee on hand.” | “We were taught at the school of | domestic science to buy in quantities | and grind it ourselves,” said the en- | gaged girl, timidly. “For economy, ' purity and convcuicace.” { “Did they tell you to get a coffee mill?" asked the hostess. “They told | me; ro0 after two years of married life ' I decided to look into the matter.” “What kind did you get?” asked the | engaged girl. “l got the best—‘'Grinder’s Glory, or some such name. I went to the root of things and consulted everybody I could find. Ned almost stopped eat- ing meals at home because I insisted on telling him all that I found out! about coffee mills. ‘Why don’t you get one and forget it?” he finally asked. | of cofee—ground—and I had to walt till it was used up. ‘Why do you get ! so much at once? he asked. And then [ told him that it was the only way to buy—that mother always got a lot at one time. “But at last all that coffee was used up, so I went downtown and ordered a coffee mill. And, of course, I told my coffee man to deliver my coffee “The mill has a cylinder that holds one pound. It screws into the wall and grinds the coffee into a glass that sits on a tiny shelf underneath. It is very unobtrusive and I was excited till it came. It was two days late and since we had whole coffee we had be- gun using the meat grinder for it tem- porarily. Did you ever try a meat grinder for coffee? It is as hard to| grind as neails, “Finally the coffee mill came. We didn’t unpack it until Ned had passed a’ harassing hour trying to find his screw- | driver. Then we found that the cylin-, der had been broken. I almost cried. At once I sent an order for another and a call for the broken one. The‘ boy came for it, but didn’t bring the other. And every morning Ned would l say: ‘Why don’t you get a pound ot | ground coffee and stop this ln.borer'l' Job?" I would reply that I didn’t buy | coffee that way, for it wasn’t the way | to buy coffee. “Then I went downtown to see about i stake. | that coffee mill and found they were As Brian drew nearer he saw that all out of ‘Grinder’s Glory,” but ex-| the girl was Miss Callie Floyd. Near- pected them hourly, and they prom-! er yet, and he saw that she was not fsed that I should recelve mine when | a bit perturbed. The other oar lay they came. That was two weeks ago. | in the boat. “Yesterday Ned came home early | “Why, I—I thought—" he begnn.‘ and ground up all that coffee. He said I when she interrupted him with: ! he couldn’t sleep nights thinking of | “Mr. Jeffries, why are you called what he had to do before breakfass ! ‘Punch’?” | ‘Next time remember we are running ! “Because 1 punched three fellows no hotel, he sald. ‘Three pounds of | who set out to punch me.” | coffee in a family of two lasts a life- “I see. Why did you try to smash time.’ your runabout last summer?” “Why, it was merely a close shave.. “So, of course, the coffee mill came and I knew I could do it. The chap ' out today, and as my coffee man came, in the other auto was a ginx, and I too, I told him to sena three pounds | didn’t propose to let him crow over| of coffee—whole. He thought it ovor} me.” and decided that I had made a mis- “A very proper spirit, Mr. Jeffries, | take, I suppose. The coffee came five i but why did you assault that poor | minutes before you arrived. There are | chauffeur in the village?” three pounds of it and it is ground. | “He was drunk and endangering the | And the stuff that Ned ground in the | life of the lady in the tonneau.” mt;“ srln:er lg.“ night added to the ! “Proper spirit again. How m other makes four pounds of ground ; brawls have you had?” v coffee in the house! And my pretty , “Not one.” little mill 1s just aching to show off.” | “Um! Um! Mr. Jeftries, you can| "But you can send back the ground | :olw back .;d I will follow at my cofl:fle." utl'd the girl ln"thabbluo linen. | elsure. And a man of proper spirit| “MYy coffee man calls but once a oughm ;:, t;(;' able to t'hlnk up a way ;vehe:d NTl“dw:Iee: 1 shall hsend llit back. | to handle Miss Pryor.’ called 1 up when the mill - came and he seemed relieved, but he | Substitutes for Daylight. sald again something about not get- As a substitute for the ordinary| DS 80 much coftee. So, after due | glass lamp-globe, there has been in- conslderatlczn.‘ 1 have phoned the cor- ! n, translucent marble. = > L The light produced from this globe ‘nddlnig.d 1“have rlny own mill. 1 want ! is declared by experts to be almost dor:‘t.ond myself.” So the grocer un- the exact counterpart of daylignt. An- e.,m: Sl e nlonaed b ‘ ouxexl' t(}en:lau novelty in illumination " ox; and’he n :e:n't knowy‘:leyr:‘l“‘t:g;', consists of a screen coated with an > aluminum powder “-hlc_h. when placed | ::;;bml:!(l)l‘l:e:‘hl;el:v:;:n;s Oztsl;t;l:nt: bet‘ore_n hzht: transmits a glare ex. | ou“d; ,!', RV e Aok actly like daylight, by means of which ,' !‘:o W #Jn e l =h \ll‘; ttf:t is really even colors can be judged with perfect | call: f;" onl); oné ;l(lmr;d“" en my mill 3 accuracy. U NS Should these German discoveries The Knock Answered. prove to be all that has been claimed for them, they will doubtless be uni-| Opportunity knocked once at the man’s door. versally adopted. Artificial light that ! 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