Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 29, 1914, Page 7

THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA., DEC. 29, 1914 [ the afternoon, when he arose enctt l GARDENS AND THE 6IRL and thrilled. | ' Snowball was in sight, and swaying “cEs sun[ SHOT in the saddle, a superb horsewoman, Una had never seemed so lovely—or —to—— Toys Is Over dear to him. He had sighed forth the e —————— hopelessness of the love he dared By HARMONY WELLER. d Thi ' E ‘ t i By ELIZABETH LILLIAN HIGGINS. |, expre;l. Now alarm drove every ngs to rat are not in &==——————o———o—=—=—== | other sentiment from his mind. goo 8 Snowball! A shrill, plercing cry, almost a | (Copyright, mp:-rb y;’gc:‘!gg'““ Newspa- scream had suddenly rent thestill alr. | The gardens in the little suburban gcially during the remainder i the Holiday season. the eztaafl::pme w:hi:u m%'.',‘:lfu"fi 3: ot ?gr;‘“h'.':" of ‘bl:t;":': village that nestled at the foot of the T s or come view. | Chiltern hills were beginning to show Bruce Telford. He had an idol—it| o come unusual sight the horse had Chiltern hills wer nning to sho was his horse. the lack of care. The war had robbed When the bright, earnest-faced suddenly reared, threw its rider "‘“”tllole tiny cottages and left them young fellow was not dashing over :::hmg up to the very edge of the |giripned of masculine hands. Wives the ranges, he was ministering to the k, stood uttering forth that echo-}gang mothers and sisters who were needs of the splendid animal, or des- . chauen'!o which Bruce had heard. | 1ot hehind to grieve and tofl had no s canting upon its merits and beauty. Spitlre! me:ch‘lmed B";“' and O | ¢ime for gardening when there were “Reason to brag?” he was wont to 30. Stsed dismounted rider th“ children to care for and homes to P saderT Shisk 3T There was the | 0 a8 to whom he had oM the yeep tidy agatast tbe day when the brother, Spitfire, dappled, but hand- ""A‘::‘t:.":‘;:"“:l::;’ 8 yoar agone. | goldiers would once again be wel some as a girl. Ihadtosellhim—all | ., woring call; glad, riotous, d lirlous comed back. mischief. Yes, more than that—dev- tgro .S‘ e ;'1" hed 0 However, there was one pair of S flish, when the reckless mood came | pus o1y priond. Al .was for had see? | masculine hands in the village that ee over ‘him. For a month Snowball dilcl%llne s ntlene:: ‘g:co ot might not fire shots at the enemy mourned. Say, it was human-like. He | y = oo t;n hl‘: Bative 5 Iains racing because his physical body had been : ‘l O' l an d used to lean over the gate 100KINE | gty the companion of m"’ o g found far too-weak to stand the stren- y straight across the river, the direction | " .gyo 15 Jogtl” died in the ranch. [ Uous life of the battlefield. George in which Spitfire had gone. The { man’s throat. “Oh, my love! my.love! Bassington grieved sorely that he was a t Our hostler used to tell of how he groaned i unfit to go with his fellow men to And I helpless! fight the great fight, but he realized nighta- Sobbing, I called it. Over it Snowhx : 4 ¢ all had disdained curb, bit now, and the king of the range. and spur. Ho had veered and was zl;zrl'g l‘l’l:a;tb:e:‘?;:: z’a{hlons ew:l;:th l:lee- S tore This fact no rival ranchman ever attempted or dared to combat, after | ::: 138“?:,;:: w;i’:_gwa:: ;:‘::emt:g hind. the Valley massacre during an In-! daring steed h.ld spru Qown that “I could take care of those gar- dian uprising. treacherous reach, ha:s swum the dens,” he pondered as he walked That was an episode Bruce loved t0 | yjvor ang gloried l'n The advbntire through Laurel lane and witnessed the tell about. Hemmed in, he had fought | 17 o fiash Bruce knew that Ghoe condition of growing things. “Perhaps his way through a horde of the dusky | gnowball started down that steep in- |t Will help the struggling women as savages. Snowball, with hoofs and cino yna was doomed. A misstep, 8 much as the outdoor work will bene- head assisting, a rescued woman and | s 0 Sl be fatal, Superb horse- fit my own body.” her baby at the saddle bow, warning | woma'>ae she was, she could mot re- |, At the end of two weeks George 3 Bassington had done wonders with word taken of the massacre to the, ;.in per geat. l six small gardens. Flowers again Turkeys, Chickens, Country ound Cake, Fruit Cake and any other Delicacies e — Richelieu Can Goods ¢y are the best money can buy. * 1 Truckers will please remember I am head . GED POTATOES and all other Seeds. D. B. Dickson o ‘W e have most everything in nearest agency at runaway speed. “I've got t ft—t g &0t fo doit=toulierigakel b raised joyful heads, vines clambered l ‘Oys ‘There was never another SnOW-'g,eq rom Bruce Telford's lips in a over gate posts and vegetables con- ball, there never will be,” was the ;. .o groan. staunch sentiment of the proud owner He had less than two minutes in tinued to add table necessities to the of the famous steed. | which to act, it he would save the SIX tables. Those were bright, brisk days fOF | woman he loved—but, oh! the terrible | There was one house on Laurel the ranch outrider. And then they be- ! goonfice. lane that Bassington took infinite care came halcyon. Una Dacre from the] With a sob he raised his rifie. He t}ver and that one was the home of east came to Station Ten. Bruce | was a sure shot. Bang—crack! And ames Holiday. Bassington realized never forgot the first day he met the | gnowhall fell not 20 yards from the that because of the inmate he found dainty, dazzling fairy who came into ‘ verge of the dreadful precipice. himself lured there in spite of him- his life as a vision—nor she, either. Bruce saw the animal quiver, stum- self. He supposed the fair woman Electric Trains Friction Toys She had come west to recuperate ) ble and fall inert. He saw Una extr- within to be the wife of Holiday be- & from an exl,mustlng social season. She i cate herself from the saddle, appar cause she tended Holiday's two tiny was not an invalid, only wearied of : ently unharmed. Then, white a8 children and seemed ever busy with death, he bowed his head where he | household cares. So busy was she stood, almost broken-hearted. that Bassington had never, during his Thus Una found Mm. Her hand|®bort stay in the garden, had more | trembled as it touched his arm. Her than a word or two of conversation voice was full of teatll. with her. ' “You—you saved gua” she faltered; “I can hardly ask her if she is Holi- O S “but, oh, Snowball day's wife,” laughed the temporary . Bruce did not spesil W seemed as | Bardener to himself. it all in life worth having wee fading| As weeks slipped past Bassington away from him. began to regain the health that had Do“ Cafls “Is there mo compensation?” she |escaped him. The recruiting offices Mechanical Toys liday Time is ain With Us | gifts that count, and why not get HER a Com- sobbed, full of womanly pity and love. | Would not turn him back again, he ¢hina? Either Haviland or the less expensive “When you have gone away—none,” | felt, and with that thought in view Wagons . .,be found here. heg;:.;\;ered, simply. l‘;e onceflm:‘n went into town in or- 4 8 & % fted her face. Her eyes met | der to offer himself for active service. he time to give her that range she’s been want s oun This Gime he Was 1 o s 3 3 ot sent awa; y be one of our gasoline or oil stoves that she “I shall not go away,” she said, and | from his medical examination wni Doll Houses buried her face upon his shoulder. |drooping head. He had been accepted (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman,) |for active service and he was to join DOH Beds of cutlery is the most complete to be found .d it only has to be seen to be appreciated. {fee perculator she’s been talking about would reakfast better, so let us show you one. 1d many othed innumerable gifts can be found :fla :Id‘::gl:mnt and 'leave for the ront with them. WHY MEN SNOOZE IN CHURCH | " o™ Ly Joyful heart that he MOVlflg Picture approached the little cottages in Lau- - rel lane and told each of his now ex- Mach]nes cellent friends of his success. It was going to be a trifle dificult to tell Explanation That Probably WIll Be Denied With Indignation by the Women Attendants. =% Jim Holiday’'s wife, and as he dropped ; P he chtirch 3 ppe ‘; m f 1re to Show You h“h" “:l":.:?; :' the church SnOOSEr | ¢yo ghingng brass knocker of her door ames bee he braced himself as if for the first After determining that the ratio of r Watching the Picture of Grace and | oo en to men who fall asleep during volley of shot from the enemy. Circus Traifls Beauty. sermons fs about 1 to 234, certaln | ‘()nleenlnslcllo ktl:de lmm little house preachers have gone into the secrets ssington looked long and earnest- {:fly. she told her aunt, Mrs. Davis, } 55 B0 o ons and have sought ly at the falr girl who seemed ever Drums e wife of the clergyman at Station to elude his level glance. out the reasons therefor. Ten, longing for the insplring b Contrary to the popular belief that “l am going to the front,” he said of the mountains and the stirring and in his straightf " R R men's mind are slower and duller orward manner, “and D w A E C o [ ] unique scenes of the great herding than those of women, and that there- I wanted to tell you that I have ar- ] grounds. ranged for another man to care for fore they are more dificult to hold Mes. Sarlk wee at tll:id s:rifndxhllte o i Jogtc of & sermon, the In- |the gardens. Iam off on Saturday.” We also have the as Bruce rode by, and alted him | oo 6, the wom-| “Oh!” gasped the girl, “the gating pastors say that the wom: girl, n you for a n:lshborly cha:].l T:en as thfl:z en are mot brighter, quicker to un- |8re not a shirker! I have been think- most _complete Was & fiucier ot & wiite Cross On derstand, more selt-controlled and ing you were a coward not to enlist line Of porch, she called out: that their eyes and their minds are when all our brave brothers and hus- ) “Una, my dear, you fell in love sil bands have gone to fight f " J attached to the ser- B or us. with Snowball yesterday. Here be not more easily atta 086 TN Bpread RVER D toTbia [ ] mon. is to show himself.” temples at the girl's ds. F r The lar beliefs are all wrong, B words. Pretty Miss Dacre came tripping T D e “I am sorry you thought me a u e the investigators say. The men folk down the walk and was introduced 10 | 4, pay mofe attention to the sermons shirker, Mrs. Holiday,” was all he 5 Bruce. His bronzed cheek fired at _ | said. o s than do the women. In fact, so in in t e C’ty the touch of her dainty hand. Shel . oo ipo jnterest of the men in The quick apology in Jean Holiday’s o adeter g a;?“: helflmm:jg l:.;:‘; the sermon that they watch every |€Yes Was mingled with amused sur- of Snowball. The animal gazed a motion and gesture of the preacher prise. i with his great liquid eyes,-and gently i hemselves and “But T am not Mrs. Holiday,” she rested his head across her shoulder. until they hypnotize the told him, “I am Jim's sister. “Mrs. " leep. “A friend for lite, spoke Bruce (fall asleeh =~ ' ieep interest | Holiday has gone down to be near Jim Telford, gravely, tenderly, his volce ; as long as possible before he 5 in John Jones’ cravat or Willlam . goes tremulous with genulne emotion. Smith’s vest or Sam White's cuft but- the front. He's in camp now.” an ets And after that, each day whenever “Not anybody's wife?” Yoa ol g tons. But a woman can sit quietly ybody's wife?” questioned they passed the Davis home Snowbtls in church, only half hearing what the | Bassington, and realized that he would and slackened his pace and Una seen:)et minister is saying, and see enough of | change that situation when he re- always waiting for hin:l. ::ld !l:ame :t | clothes and frut for gossip to keep | turned from the war. *“I ,am sorry to caress him and fee m lumps her moderately entertained and thor- | You thought me a shirker,” he said, om Orts oy e ' oughly awake throughout the service. | “and that [ thought you a wife and ‘Our mountain air is doing you e Sl mother. Otherwise we might have good, Miss Dacre,” spoke Bruce t;ne Lipton's Luck. spent many wonderful hours here in morning. “Mrs. Davis tells me that| = T Cory about sir the shadow of the Chiltern hills— at home you had your own pet horse. tual challenger just you and L.” 5 I never did it before, but—Snowball | Thomas Lipton, perpetual challenger ,“umy “ying will always be here,” If there is any- Hing with us, and getting the Best for the America's cup. : would be a Kitten in your gentle Jean said with dainty frankness, be- Iy % 1 ars that in his early days b i hands. 1 would feel proud and hon: yo\:nglprl’pton used to perform very cause she had loved Bassington in th’ng wanted in est Groceries at Prices like these . ored if you used him." Y editably on the violin, and he usu- spite of herself, “I, too, expect to be : .... $1.00 Thus it came about that Bruce saw S as to 5 here—when you return.” BUZAL . ovvvnees sovaonncacne conee $ ally spent the evening playing “May that day be soon,” Bassington % . a great deal more of Una Dacre than | o o oy, yopt a small shop in the BIFlIOUr ...ccvecee sesoscansssres sessnsee 85¢ was good for his peace of mind. Snow-'t snd who, Sou & said, and took both of her proffered Inelghborhood. These impromptu con- \hnnds in a warm clasp and raised ware : Knock Out High Cost of Living ?i sesees e .$1.00 ball seemed to share his regard for L 3 $1 S g ol gt from the east It gt certs took place In tbehg::;ora::n;x;: e e et : | ESE S ¢ cannan o ws sas e to be so that it was a regular thing | :‘:‘;;::P::‘:; ::: ::“mg s, and 00 | day.” he added softly. ‘ DLArd cccoceves sosssssss svscscsssese 45¢ for Broce to come around with Snov- | SYEBInE. o O P08 1A IS o K red we also have a complete line Both in Sad Condition. ball, and for Una to start off on one | Sublime satisfaction in one's own ! past him. tresh color and brilliancy to her eye. | He guined 111‘10!::)“(;;0:': ;!;x;l !t;l;z:w;.: ras fairly jea ¢ | it, and was At times Bruce was fairly jealous of | ot ebhgesioge iy st B COttolene ....oceees sosrenes sone S Sairring rides that brought powers must be a very delightful con- BGHOIEN8. oo . covnve sussss sesinss ssenvs 60¢ dition, but a celebrated English mu- Bn Tomatoes, 2 fOr +..cvvvueees soceenees 15¢ I SRR« ex00vs0stnse nes wse TS e e mamer:::l: :»‘!‘]:.l:‘;» :.?:: | his dismay, he suddenly remembered l sician, Doctor Arne, who flourished in : 20¢ e s d of his master. | that he had left his precious violin | the first half of the seventeenth cen- @ Coffee, per pound ....... coocncvecree ball knew was la r;:esat:hing the pic- | in the back parlor the night before. | tury, for once wittily turned the ta- Lak eland 26 CPEAM .oovoessvass ssssssass sassasss 50¢ ?“rxGOFOE:CZ Ma]nd peauty dashing | Alarmed for the safety of his instru- | bles on some slnggru dot’ thlshtype. fo : 54 Sl e Gl s o 1 i ment, he rushed into the blazing shop | He was asked to decide on the re- F t E pound ....ee cevancie o » 5¢ along the ra"l:e &?I;ev(: gico‘::fl,'_“‘ and made his way to the place where | gpective powers of two vocalists urn l ure . -t;:;: . erlh he never forgot | he knew it would be lying, tucked it | whose talents existed entirely in their AND 82 lt‘o:: ;ad s:::—;lis; Dacre mounted | under his jacket, and after a struggle, | own imaginations. After h?alr?ng them 2 : Ind away along the river reach where | reached the doorway again. Doctor Arpe said to one: r:ol“ are b the blufts rose high and craggy. Hol But no sooner had he reached the | the worst singer 1 ever hea n. m); ar ware s had his rifie with him and was about | street than a burly policeman pounced | life. Then, exclaimed the other: to joln some comrades oD & hunt for | on him and arrested him on a charge | win.” “No,” answered the just judge, C phone 119 "' of looting a violin from the shop. “you can't sing at all.” | om pany