Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 14, 1914, Page 2

S fi | e THE EVENING TALEGRAM, LAK ELAND, FLA., DEC. 14, 1914. § The Professions Chiropractor DR. J. Q. SCARBOROUGH, Lady in Attendance In Dyches Building Between Park and Auditorium. OFFICE HOURS. 8 to 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 5 p. m. - 7:00 to 8:00 p. m. Consultation and Examination Free. Residence Phone 240 Black W. L. HEATH, D. C. HUGH D. VIA, D. C. Doctors of Chiropratic. Over Post Office. Hourg 8 to 12. a. m. and 2. to5and 7 to 8 p. m. ‘Graduateg and Ex-Faculty mem- bers of the Palmer School of Chirapratic. Consultation and Spinal analysis free at office. @ D. & H. D. MENDENHALL CONSULTING ENGINEERS Suite 212-215 Drane Buliding Lakeland, Fla. Phosphate Land Examlnations and Plant Designs, karthwork Specialists, Surveys. Resldence phone, 278 Black. Office phone, 278 Blue, DR. SARAH E. WHEELER OSTEOPATH Munn Annex, Door South of First National Bank Lakeland, Florida DR. W. R. GROOVER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 5 and 4. Kentuckv Bufldins Lakeland, Florida DR. C. C. WILSON PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Special Attention Given To DISEASES OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN Deen-Bryant Bldg. oms 3, 9, 10. Office Fhone 357 Resiaence Phone 367 Bine A, X, ERICKSON ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Real Estate Questions Bryant Building DR. R. 5. FAJDOCK DENYT'IST Room No. 1, Di-kson Bldg. Lakeland, Fla. Office Phone 138; Residence 91 Black D. 0. Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jv. ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryant Bulilding Lakeland, Florida HENRY WOLF & SON, EXPERT PIANO TUNERS Old Pianos Rebuilt, Refinished and Made Like New; All Work Warrant- ed Strictly First Class. Residence and Repair Shop 401 SOUTH MASSACHUSETTS AVE. Phone 16 Black. Lakeland, Fla. EPPES TUCKER, JR, L AWYER Raymondo Bldg., Lakeland, Florida KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW’ Office in Munn Building Lakeland Florida W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Office Upstairs East of Court House BARTOW, FLA. Examination of Titles and Real K« tate Law a Specialty sl e s A DR. H. MERCER RICHARDS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Office: Rooms 5 and 6, Elliston Bldg. Lakeland, Florida Phones: Office 378; Resid. 301 Blue FRANK H. THOMPSOR NOTARY PUBLIC Dickson Building Office phone 402. Res. 312 Red Special attention to drafting legal papers. Marriage licenses and abstracts tnrnished W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. Telephones: Office 351; Ru;‘ 113 Red . lLakeland, Florids DR. D. P. CARTER VETERINARY SURGEON Lakeland, Fla. Residence Phone 294 Red Office Phone 196 PETERSON & OWENS ATTORNEYS AT LAW Dickson Building Established in July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST Room 14 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUTS A. FORT ARCHITECT Kibler Hotel, Lakeland, Florida B. H. HARNLY Real Estate, Live Stock and General AUCTIONEER Sales Manager NATIONAL REALTY AUCTION CO. Auction Lot Sales a Specialty 21 Raymondo Bldg. Lakeland, Fla DR. J. R. RUNYAN Rooms 17 and 18, Raymondo Bldg. All necessary drugs furnished with- out extra charge Residence phone 308. A Office Phone 410 destitution, their home mortgaged, 00000000000000000000000000 i) B Mool that they had not heard from the son THE ACCUSING WRAITH 35 35 =5 5o A daughter supported them by working in a factory in a town some By ADRIAN C. HOWARD. distance away. By careful stages Davis formed an acquaintanceship with the old people. He managed N to arrange that they should give him Crashethod room and board. He insisted on pay- A crouching form had arisen; . " irovagant price, “for & stealthily from among the thick un-, home,” as he termed it. Then at the derbrush surrounding a lone log cabin. l oy g b o g B oo o4 It held a light. In its flare, leaning | . "0 0 qep¢ if they would accept over a table preparing his homely :lm as a permanent guest. meal, the occupant could be plainly | “ay o o "o Tiiee solace for him in seen by the lurker, who, lifting his | o, 000 the new comfort and joy of revolver, took steady aim. the old couple, for was he not the The window pane crashed to myr-l murderer of their missing son? Still, fad splinters, the man at the t.b"f he persevered in what he called resti- went over and down like & shot. |4 i, “ Dark and gloomy was his lite. “I never missed yet!” growled out ., . . "4.ohter, Alma, came home, the lurker. A savage glee was domi-| o /\y'yon 11 g ghort while Greg Davis nant in his strong swarthy tace. Hel, .. . e to had yet to award to turned from the spot, momentarlly ", " "o verest blow of all, for satisfied that he had wrought a meas- love, strange to him before, intense, ure of justice—rude, exacting frontier | almost feverish, now possessed his law. lonely, longing soul. All day long Greg Davis had hung “What have you not done for us!® around the spot. All day long he had | 5yp 4019 to him more than once, nursed his fancled wrongs. The flask gratitude flooding her eyes. at his feet filled with fiery fluid had, “Why, 1 needed a home, frlends."| fed the dread appetite for blood. Now | py o0 "0 g lamely explain, all the the deed was done. time his heart sinking like lead. It “Dan Moffat will never double«c;o:s; had occupied his time and thoughts another partzer,” he muttered, and he | ¢ ", o round the place for the old tramped on, striving to place toreverl folks. Alma, however, was a constant behind him an episode that strangely,! g, 00 of reproach and remorse to: he fancied, persisted in obscuring all !y, Every time his eyes fell upon | other thoughts. her, full of love and longing, between | With a growl he dashed the flask i ¢por ™ coamed to cdinge g;;sr dead against a rock, its last drop exhaust- brother, waving him sternly back, | (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.y ed. His eyes grew bloodshot as he | yointine ¢ him g menacing, accusing 8 group of girls of the period with | | wasp-like waists, huge bustles and Y e liquor began to dissipate, it seemed | .po;ven shut out because I plunged tiny French heels viewing the statue | Pa o i hurried on. As the effects of the| g, ... - . . recklessly into that hell of sin and' A crime!” he groaned. “I cannot en-| dure my punishment. I will end it l Davis got all his money together {1 . and placed it in the hands of a law- yer, with instructions to deliver it to 'old Mr. Moffat should anything hap- Y | pen to himself. | l Then one afternoon he proceeded to ¥ | a retired spot in the home garden of the place, sat down on a bench, and drew out a revolver. It was the same weapon that he had used that 1 fateful night against his partner. ~ “A life for a life!” he breathed,' | solemnly, but his suicidal hand was | suddenly stayed. Through the gar- % )| | den rang the echoing voice of Alma! | flg% MBBREs | “Oh, Mr. Brown!"—under this name QMR ' she knew him—“where are you? Such news, such glorious news! The, =N ,,’f letter just came. My brother, Dan— | S he is coming home!” Astare, Greg Davis' eyes roved over . : ol the letter she placed before him. His' “] Never Missed Yet!” dazed brain could scarcely take in 1ts | contents. It told of a partner mys- as if he could not escape the tor-| teriously disappeared, of vain search. menting fancies that came to hlm.| It told how Moffat, in order to sur Nature appeared to have a thousand | prise him had pre-empted the new voices: claim in Davis’ name, and in his hot “Coward—murderer—accursed!” haste Davis had not paused to ascer The chorus rang forth remurseless-l tain that fact. The writer feared that ly. His fugitive course broke into a | Some enemy had killed Davis, for his run, until at length, miles and miles | own life had been attempted, but the away from the scene of his crime, | bullet had glanced from a bone, mere- Greg Davis sank to the ground and ly stunning him. So, the headlincs slept the sodden sleep of exhaustion. | Davis had seen in the newspaper had | He awoke with a start and sprang | alluded to some other crime. up with a shudder. All nature was| Amid his rellef, his joy at learn. smiling, yet a rcd mist seemed to ob- | ing that he was not a murderer, Greg scure it all. A dull horror traversed | Davis sank to his knees in grateful the man’s soul as he recalled what he | prayer. Then came a confession to had done. the amazed girl at his side. Oh, to take back yesterday! The| “How you have suffered!” breathed cursed drink, filliLg his mind with | the gentle-hearted Alma, pityingly, sophistry, driving him to slaughter | 8nd out of that pity grew love, and in cold blood his friend, his chum, his { When Dan Moffet came home it was partner. to greet a prospective brother-in-law. Then he tried to justify himself. . Together they had found a famous ‘ claim, It was remote, and quick as SOME TRUTH IN STATEMENT they got back to civilization, it was agreed that together they should go and make good their pre-emption, meantime keeping {its discovery a sacred secret. Moffat had returned to the cabin. Davis had gone away for a week to settle an old lawsuit. Returning homewards, he had stopped to register the claim in his name and that of his partner. “Filed on a week ago,” was the astounding report, and Davis had staggered away, concluding that his partner had played him false. Who else knew of the claim? And now the climax—the drink- driven, hate-burdened sin! And the reaction, remorse! Why had he done it? What evil thing in robes of sor- row had assailed his mentality and fired him to act the assassin? “You are on the road to Ruan,” said Two days later, making a clean-up the f: “yr of his claims, Greg Davis left for the 5;» armer, ingocelly, “Itw x mile East. In one town he had pick>d up a newspaper. “Cewardly murder’— only the headline he read, to drop the sheet as if it were red hot pitch. Of course it alluded to his crime, al- though he was not suspected, for the dancing letters, “assassin unknown,” had met his shrinking vision. For a month Greg Davis tried the reckless career of a moneyed miner “living the life,” amid the white lights : | of this and that metropolis Through 01: fil;f:\‘v b\lj‘;igr:::(l‘tlldt‘yo%e‘?‘;iede‘ it | it all, however, tiere secmed to be | prow. ¥ and light | § 3 rown claws, inv | an accusing wraith at his side. At aws, invaded the French class times he swept his weary hand across :,:)t::;dhl:: s‘:j:solc her:fi. ehan liree f his brow as though to brush away SR NP Mme a veritable brand of Cain. Then one day a great inspiration came to him. He reckoned up his resources. They were substantial. He set his lips firmly as he formed a mighty resolution. ile patched to- | gether stories his old partmer had | told him of an old father and mother | and a sister, somewhere in the East. | Firally he recalled even the name of | in the town. It was Bridgeton. Thither | he went. Auto Owner Was in Position to Be- lieve Farmer's Information Was Correct. A party of motorists touring from Cornwall lost their way one night while proceeding to St. Mawes, and eventually found themselves stranded with a burst tire on one of the hilliest, roughest, narrowest and most winding roads that even Cornwall produces. While the spare wheel was being fixed the rain came down in torrents, and language suitable to the occasion was used. Just then a farmer happened to come along. “Can you tell us where we are?” asked the owner-driver, calming him- self with an effort. “We have missed our way.” “Oh, I see!” exclaimed the persph\l ing motorist. “On the road to ruin, am 1? Well,” he continued, as the humor of the situation dawned upon | him, “I may be, and it may lead to | destruction—but 1 always thought it | was a sight broader and -easier going than this.” _—— Centipede Routs Girls, ! \ nine girls screeched simultaneously, ine of the hour, knocking the centi- | One would have thought a mousef was loose in the schoolroom by the ! way the young women hopped upon! the benches. The centipede escaped to its hole the wall, but in a little while came | out again. With the aid of the janitor | Z and his broom an y W He made secret cautious inquiries. | oyred a bottle, the ze:tibg;‘ie‘:v:o - He located the family. The old peo- 1 % B , s tured. —Austi 3 i ple were living in a state of semi- l Chicago ;:,:“;n(eTex) Dispatch to the | 3 NEUTRAL TONES FOR SPRING This Is Not War News, But Refers to the Colors In Women's Costumes. From a fashion standpoint, neutral tones bid fair to have adoption a8 the novelty shades for spring. As a matter of fact, this use of neu- tral shades began long before the out- break of the war. It was exemplified in Paris through the great use of mas- tic, or putty, shades in gaberdine and ' fine serge, materials which were at the height of popularity when the war started. Putty had proved the big new favorite at the end-of-June races, and July found it the high style color note 11 Paris. tol'.I‘l:a war, too, has added to the feasibility of creating such a fashlon': emphasizing as it has “invisible colors in field uniforms. These colors show a good range of earth, air, sea, sky and withered foliage tones. Austria has a sort of atmospheric gray with bluish tinge. Germany uses a sturdy stubble color, neither tan nor green nor gray, but of a character which melts into the landscape. Hol- land’s uniform is the color of muddy canal water. The Russian uniform is earth color. Great Britain’s khaki is already familiar. SENSIBLE HANDS AND FEET Women of Today Refuse to Crampl Their Extremities Into Coverings That Are Too Small. An old cartoon of the 80s shows us of the Venus de Milo with horror and disgust and commenting upon the size of her waist and feet. In these \41‘" gl | days there are plenty of women— - voung as well as middle-aged—who are as perfectly proportioned as that Venus herself or her great rival, the Samothrace of the glorious draperies. Their hands and feet are larger than those of the women of yesterday, as every bootmaker and glovemaker knows, but the hands are far more graceful, expressive, characteristic, the feet much better shaped. Moreover, no well-bred woman now- adays dreams of attempting to cram her hands or feet into shoes or gloves a size too small. It is “not done,” that is all. The modern woman refutes the old French proverb which translated means: “It is necessary to suffer in order to be beautiful.” WINTER SUIT:. Distinctively smart is this sult of | black and white checked wool. Coat fastens with steel buttons at front. Note the graceful lines of the newly draped skirt. s Buttonhole Stitch on Net. A touch of handwork upon net ruf- fling is distinctive. The objection to embroidering net is that the wrong ) side usually displays all rough defects, and stray threads may be seen through . its sheerness on the ri Muenier’s 5 | e right side. But dress. The French class of with buttonholing the wrong side may but Miss Lucie Woorten was the hero- | 3 Nada 15 s Quite as neat as the right side. The net may be edged pede from the teacher's clothing. !With buttonholing of any color that is desired. Buttonhole-edge it with silk or mercerized cotton. S e Ostrich Plumes in Groups. Bunches of tiny ostrich plumes not | more than three inches long, composed | of five or six colors, are used to trim | the plain felt sailor hats, which are | also small. No other trimming is used : except the plain ribbon band around the crown. The hat, like all others, is | worn very far to one side. ix your paint to suit surface and weather condjgy,, gl:: ity :o itpl:lends well with the surroundings of Y°‘lr%h‘g‘ _Atlantic White Lead (Dutch Boy Painter Trade Mark) and pure linseed oil mixed right on the job and tinted the desired colors make perfect paint. You get not only the colors you want but a sure-result paint—so fine it anchors into the empty sap pores and stays on till it wears out, can get other paint here, too. Y(:_omcml in and talk paint now. season’s right, WILSON HARDWARE CO. 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