Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 15, 1914, Page 5

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(XX N LDRED onot.m: GOOD- RIDGE. Martha, seen {he folly some of seifish pleasures and I ‘instill the m into Alan’s to s m once in awhile ervert the ‘& boy,” declared 0ds. “I've sometimes thought | making Bim old before his mm& pleasures uld give variety to his dull life. ;ettlu too studious and soli- Tor my part I am glad to see - ghten up, a8 he has since the ent and glare and glitter of the :ame rlght next to us.” W of Alan, proud hflv I have man- beginning to earn for the book men, ) with the belief that ) & great author.” \mu‘tw e gets a heart in- ” n something,” sald Mrs. Woods N . i (] !olll' woman's way," retort- . Woods, yet fondly. “That's {m afraid of—that he’ll fall ;¥ in love and waste a couple rs sweethearting.” fell in love once, Ephralm | Mrs; Woods naively. “Did it u any2® . dear woman!” cried her hus- M “I'm more in love ‘ou now than ever. You were ' ister’s daughter, though, and Iflmmto like so is a * contested his R , Bweet creature, rge of & little angcl of a child ides the big elephant of the you knew why both of them &fl that life, you would sympathy for them. m on Sunday, they go ‘are treated with re- Jnterest by the com- ng Animal, The true Chris- v, instead of con- d 1o disturb the » Wi cods fam- =d ou the va- At first n repellent, dificr m The stake pmp for water, and for it. Some of es broke down a a small haystack. peplaced with a new ? doub's the value of § but neatly dressed over from the liv- gus into the Woods mming some vines. ck with her mod- see Mrs, Woods,” ladylike way. not at home,” ex- d for a moment ir- = ng in his earnest J08 attracting her. n our little company mmodation lho e truly grateful. a very great new fa- it l will be glad to act e replied Alan encour- came to the eyes of ng woman. knows why we con- us,” she said. “When d he owed the circus hundred dollars on u have seen Idalia’s she acts as trainer | ‘elephant. At her father's re- e was my half-brother) I have finally earned sufficient to pay off moise and bustle of our resting. We are to *fly two days longer. 1 2o pay any price to have gnd home comfort for ‘one.” you and carry her s dear will L, | “Well, I will 'ave to repeat the news to care for her. She debt Ber father owed. Today she is ‘ over here at once,” declared Alan r-u— ily. “She shall have my room. Both of you are indeed welcome. Mrs. Woods, when she returned, | good soul that she was, at once set | about acting as nurse for the little pa- tient. Mr. Woods grumbled a little, but kept it to himself. The clrcus[ company moved away 48 hours later, but neither Miss Mercy Lester nor Ida- | lia went with them. The child was now under medical care. She had developed a slow, wast- ing fever. The elephant was leased to the circus and a substitute for ldalia found. This insured an income to the little patient, and should she not re- turn to the sawdust arena, a good bulk figured from the sale of the elephant. “I take it all back—all I sald or thought of those circus folks,” de- clared Ephraim contritely to his wife, one evening a month later. “They just make the evenings delightful.” It was true. Little Idalia, still weak and {ll, was a precoclous child, full of bright intelligence and an exquisite singer. Miss Leslie made the old piano ring with harmony. Alan was like a new being under the warm, generous influence of loving hearts. Even when another month had passed by little Idalia was not yet entirely well. Then some important news came. The circus, stranded, had gone to pieces. Its proprietor wrote Miss Lester that the elephant would be sent back to her in charge of one of his men. Suggestions were volun- teered as to where the animal might be sold and he advised that she hold for a price of $10,000. But a month went by and neither man nor elephant appeared. Alan started an idvestigation, in the inter- ests of its little owner. There was no doubt that the messenger had stolen and hidden the elephant, for after a protracted search neither could be lo- cated. One evening, still in quest of some clue as to the whereabouts of the missing animal, Alan happened into a moving picture show. One of the films depicted a day’s life of one elephant. The moment Alan saw the first reel he recognized the missing animal from a peculiar mark on its breast. It did not take long to run down the subject of the picture. The unworthy messenger had leased the use of the elephant to some fillm makers in an isolated movies camp, and was enjoy- ing a regular income. It was the evening after Alan had returned home to report to Miss Les- ter that he had not only found the ele- phant, but had an offer of $12,000 for the animal, that little Idalia and the tamily were discussing the future plans of their guests. Miss Lester had just told of her desire to buy a modest little home in a near by sem- inary town, “But there are good schools here,” instantly chimed in little Idalia. *“I don’t want to leave Uncle Alan ¢nd my dear friends here.” “And we do not want you to, dear,” said Alan, lovingly stroking the gold- en-haired child. “Nor yocu, Miss Les- ter,” he added impulsively, before all of them. “You have read my heart long before this. Will you stay—as my wife?” *I shall never love any man as 1 love you,” said Mercy frankly, placing her hand confidingly within his own. “To both of us this dear place and no other could be home, sweet home!"” ((‘omllgm 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) NO SYMPATHY FOR “JIMES” Nurse’'s Naive Report Made It Quite Evident That She Was on Mr. Murphy’s Side. 404.¢0¢.¢‘O.4.¢.¢.¢.2 ON A SINGLE ROD By A. HERSCHIN. ;zofio-a-owcfiofiofioaofio{zofiofiofig As he walked across Burnside street bridge, his hands plunged deeply into his pockets and his head sunk far mto the turtle neck of his soiled sweater, he re flected grimly on the prosaic term- ination of his wandering career. On this particu- lar day he had de- cided to end his alliance with the panhandling citi- zenry. He was definitely and sat- isfactorily “done.” He had had his fling and fill; he was going home. What had his fourteen years of exile brought him? he mused. What was there to show for his long dissocia- tion from the conventional world and its endeavors? He was going home, going in the way he most always went anywhere— by beating {t. He stepped away from the station lights and crawled into the narrow space between a long, high pile of ties and a steep embankment, some dis- tance from the tracks. Here, he concluded, he would rest a couple of hours. He was dog-tired, all right. He awoke suddenly in a cold shiver, amid a confusion of noises, to see the broad patches of color reflected from the Pullman windows moving swiftly away from him. The greater bulk of the train stretched far in front. Faster and faster it took its way, leaving the tramp with a choice of only two cars to negotiate. He saw the uselessness of trying for the handles of the vestibules, and, fmpelled by the fascination of motion and the anxiety to succeed, he stooped half over. Running close to the smok- er with all the power of his lithe Hmbs, and with a flerce burst of strength and speed, he darted forth to the single, outside rod under the last coach. His outstretched hands struck the steel brace, an. instinctively doubled about it. His body was yanked hori~ zontally into the air like a feather in a gale. With quick, experienced grop- ing he managed to throw one ieg into the space between the rod and the car-floor, and with one leg twined safe, [ 2 e 3 s K : 4 [ [] & L3 from danger and onto the rod. hugging his hold, rocking from side to side with the wide oscillations of the speeding car. This was 4 new one on him, he said —this hanging on to a single piece of flying steel. If there was only some way to maintain a little better bal- ance, he could surely stay with it un- til Woodburn was reached. That was only 20 miles farther, and they were hitting a pretty clip,.with no stops in between. Say! It was cold! He drew one arm in and crooked it across the rod to serve as a balancer, a face-protec- tor, and a rest; the other he held in a rigid grip straight ahead. What was that strange lassitude coming over him? He yawned and gently released the tension on his numbed hands and legs. Again he yawned, and his drowsy head sagged. It wasn't cold now, and something was saying: “Go to sleep; it’s all the same.” He jerked himself in horror back to his right position when he realized what tricks his imagination was play- ing. He must stay awake! he almost screamed. “What's the use? May ‘s well quit now,” he rambled to himself. His clutch of the rods relaxed and slipped away somewhere. He didn't care. He could feel his legs break their cramped hold and glide away. 1t seemed as if his body was just kind of anxious to drop off easy into the foot-path by the tracks. A scream of agony merged with the shriek of the air-brakes as he jerked back a crippled knee from the ties, He seemed to curl around his nar- row purchase like a caterpillar wind- ing fitself around one’s thumb. With another cry of agony, he tightened his grip on the rod—and knew no more. The conductor and brakeman car- ried the half-conscious tramp into the station and settled him comfortably in a reclining position, placing his in- jured leg on a low box. “Get his name and address when he comes to, Joe,” said the trainman, “and send it in.” Murphy went in to get a nip before going home. Leaning against the bar was a bronze-faced man, who, from his conversation, wae unmistakably English. He was delivering a tirade against home rule, and capped the climax by declaring that Robert Emmett wasn't an Irishman at all—that he came from Sweden. Murphy bristled like a mad tiger as he walked over to the Englishman. “What’s your name, young fellow?" demanded Murphy. “Jimes Elwood Forbes—a seagoing , chap, old top.” “Well, mine's Murphy — Patrick Francis Murphy—if you repeat that R-R-Robert Immitt was a Swede ye'll be a hospital-going chap, old top.” \ “My word!” “No, MINE,” roared Murphy. —'e was a Swede,” eaid the English- / man. | Murphy's fist crashed against the seaman’s jaw, and he was knocked out 8o thoroughly that they called the { ambulance. “What's up?” asked the doctor, who ‘ came with the ambulance. “Him that lies there,”: explained Murphy, “had the nerve to say that Robert Immitt was a Swede.” The explanation was sufficient and the ambulance hurried to the hospital. Then he passed out into the night. “What ails him?” asked the '““'“'I The agent tucked back the torn whose name was Ellen Clancy. The | ;roysers and undcrwear of his patient, doctor explained. and picking up a small, sharp pen- The next morning Murphy dropped | ynife he sterped to the stove, where | Into the hospital and saw the nurse, | p, peld the blade for a moment in & |introduclng himself as the man who‘ pot of boiling water. | had hit the Englishman. | While thc now conscious man at- “How's your patient?” he asked. | tentively watched the )peration, he ' “He's mo better, thank hiven, Mr.| j.ickly thrust the sterilized steel into | Murphy.” ! a great, colorless protuberance on the ' knee. Authority on Things Japanese. Ile stared ut 1is rurgeon with a Prof. Karl Florenz, ther spending a grin of pain distorting his face. quarter of a century in Japan, is re- “It's pretty <ough, 't that!” he turning to Germany. He has long been connected with the Imperial uni- versity, and is one of the recognized authorities on Japan, having written " extensively on religious and dramatic subjects. gasped, as _he perspiration formed in thick, tiny crystals on his forehead. *It’s just lik~ . guy going safe with a wad of coin through a tough alley, only to be rapped on the head and robbed on his own door-step.” he quickly pulled the other away There he sprawled like a frog aleap.| I R0 PG IO DFOPFOSO PO EOH P3P BHBOSPOHOHOSO BB BOSTITSOE COSTUME FOR THE meERi' Office Phone 348 B.ack Ies. Phoss 156 Bive Of as Much Importance to the Woman ‘ of Fashion as Are Those of | Summer. For winter sports the girl must be Jjust as smartly equipped as during the summer days, when she was so immaculate in white linen and buck- skin. The winter girl is a trim figure in her sporting clothes. She wears a short, heavy skirt, preferably of some dark woolen material; a heavy jersey, of white angora, trimmed with huge fur collar, and on her head is a jaunty little hat. Some of the newest of Beautify vour Lawn, Let us tell you how, Little it will cost. Lakeland Paving and Construction Company 207 to 216 Main St. LAKELAND, FLA. % L ¢ : E BP0 FEPAPVSOPOFOTOSOFOSOITFOPD these winter sporting hats are made Y 2 of chamois, a warm and durable ma- ~ aes terial; also adjustable to many differ- A0 508800 000002 00 411 ent shapes. Often the cap is in the natural chamois shade, a light yel- low, a color particularly becoming to brunettes., Sometimes it is dyed to match the skirt of the eostume, or again, it is in some brilliant shade, supplying a brilliant touch of color to the whole outfit. A new thing in sporting equipment is the tur trimmed jersey. This is a Parisian idea, which originated in the summer and has been carried on into the winter outfits. Bands of skunk, fox, mink or even sable trim the new- est sweaters and often a huge collar and cuffs of the fur are used instead : A Happy Christmas For Everybody The Gift Maker’s Great Opportunity Our new and beautiful line of Holiday Goods, full of Choicest Selections for the Christmas Trade, is now ready for the inspection and approval of all who know a good thicg when they see it. rgogrgndrddndnd of bands, % Useful Presents 5 EVENING COAT Beauttful_ Presents % Far) Appropriate Presents @ Our Stock is gencrousin Variety and includes only goods of approved worth and superiority. DHPBEEIIRBDES Ourvery Reascnable Will Attract Ycu *“A PLEASURE TO SHOW GOODS COLE & HULL Jewelers & Optometrists B Lakeland, Florida “ fre e 'i"l"l"l"iul"i"v ‘“mw&«wum FETE ST T ST T L E el T TR T * “Don’t fzil to see us” Prices 4 $ o 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. T.'L. CARDWELL, Electrical Contractor EVERYTHING ELECTRICAL PHONE 233 West Main Street and New York Avenue FEPBEBPPPIII0OPDPbE bbb iddd PP, KELLEYS BARRED Plymouth Rocks BOTH MATINGS now than ever This evening coat is a New York de- sign. It is of white velour and black fox. Very narrow long walst line at the back. The bottom is very full and made in square scallop effect; wide fox band at bottom. The fur on the sleeves when brought together gives the effect of a muff. High fur collar scalloped. Better before Odd Combinations. Green golfine, chiffon and monkey fur are combined in this way: There is a foundation skirt of soft green silk golfine. There is a long, gathered tunic of green chiffon that leaves ex- posed about fifteen inches of the) foundation skirt. The tunic is edged with a fringe of monkey fur. The long chiffon sleeves are edged with monkey and the bodice is composed of golfine and chiffon Square Train. The square train is shown on some of the new importations. It is espe- cially good when it is used on a frock with a square-cut neck, back and front, just as the long, pointed train was good with a frock in which the V- sbaped neck was used. l High class breeding birds at rcasonablé prices. Fggs from high class pens for hatching. Write me before ordering else where, H. L. KELLLY,Griffin Fla Must Little Homeless Children Suffer In Florida? WE DO NOT BELIEVE that the good people of Flor- ida realize that there are right now in our State Hundreds of little children in real need—some absolutely homeless— that just must be cared for. 7’}1e Ideal Christmas Remembrance The personal thought — spirit of the giving, de- termines the value of the gift. What then, could be more fitticg than your portrait for the Christ- mas remembrance —t o carry your simple mes- sage of friendship? We feel sure—that they do not know that there are hun- dreds of worthy mothers in Florida who are just struggling to keep their little ones alive—and at home. We just cannot believe—that with these facts true—and every orphanage in Florida crowded to the doors—that the people of Florida will let our great work which has cared for 850 of these little ones this year alone—go down for lack of funds to keep it up. Your immediate help—is greatly needed—right now—Please send what you can to-day—to R. V. Covington, Treasurer of A dozen portraits solves. at once, a dozen perplexing gift problems. Hinke Photographer Tampa 513 1-2 Franklin Street Lakeland Pender;s Old Studio Studio now open every day The Children’s Home Soc1ety of Florida Florida’s Greatest Charity 361 St. James Bldg. JACKSONVILLE, FLA. Make an appoiniment today

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