Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 5, 1915, Page 2

1 11 I 1 A FISH-CHOWDER FEUD By JOHN BARTON OXFORD. From the galley companion came | the noisy clanging of the supper-bell. { Twelve men hurriedly dropped the trawls they were baiting and crowded into the narrow forecastle. Tom Den- nie, the thirteenth man, was rather more leisurely. | His way across decks to the fore- castle took Tom past the galley, and at the companion hatch he stopped to sniff. “Fish-chowder again!" he grunted in complaining and soulful disgust. “Fish-chowder all the time! Nothin’ but fish-chowder on this old tub!” Even as he stood there, mumbling his complaint, Evie Bishop, the trawl- i er's fat cook, came puffing up the com- panionway with a big flat basket filled ~ with heavy crockery mugs on his ! arm. In his other hand he bore a buge and steaming coffee-pot. | Tom glared savagely at the cook. Then he sniffed the odor drifting up from the galley and glared harder. “Fish-chowder!” he snorted again. “All the time it's fish-chowder on this here craft! What's the matter with yer, Evie? Can’t you make nothin’ but that eternal fish-chowder?” Now fish-chowder—his particular wariety of fish-chowder—was the pride of fat Evie Rishop's simple heart. Any one who maligned that chowder touched Evie on the quick “The boys seem to v der pretty much,” said and crushing scorn. “Well, T don't,” snapped Tom. “I've | ett chowder till I'm ashamed to look a decent fich in the face.” “There’s them as says thes never enough of that jeclared with pride. 1, that ain’t me,” growled Tom. to me it's time we had some- for supper once in a while, 5 the matter with the chow- | der T make?” Evie demanded, and hi tones made the question a challenge. | Tom shru bi ulders and threw out | R 1S UPW & a despairing gesture, “What ain’t the matter with it would be a simpler way of puttin’ it,” said he. The blood surged into I'vie’ neck, and thence to hi: cheeks, “Don’t you go to malignin’ my vit- tle he said hoarsely. “Th good chowder. T've been told by any quantity of folks that my chowders was the best they ever ett. It's only ses like you that ever with it—folks that ain't never been used to nothin’, anyway— block-headed ignorammersuses, that can't even read,” he emphasized his most telling shot. With his nose high in the air, he swept grandly past Tom Dennie and into the little forecastle. Tom waited there until Evie, grin- ning maliciously at the way his shot had gone home, came out of the fore- castle again. In a moment Tom's big fingers were gripping tightly the cook’s left fore- arm. “Say, yer wanter take that back that yer jest said about me—about my bein’ ign’runt,” he hissed. “Huh! I do—do I? Yer can't even 80 much as read,” the cook taunted again, “You eat them words of yourn— you eat 'em right now!"” bawled Tom, giving the arm a more excruciating twist. Evie still had the big coffee-pot in his hands. Now he lifted it quickly and turned a good pint of the scald- ing fluid onto the back of the hairy hand that was twisting his arm, ‘With a yowl of rage Tom caught up an iron capstan bar. What he might have done with it there is no telling, but at that moment the skipper, at- tracted by the uproar, came poking out of the cabin. “Here! What's goin' on here?” he roared. “No fightin’, now. What's the trouble between you two? Drop that bar, Tom! Drop it, I say! And you, cooky, stop a menacin’ of him with that coffee-pot. Now you git into yer galley; and you, Tom, go into the fo'castle and git yer supper.” “I'll git that darned cook before I'm done,” Tom threatened to the men about the table. “Jest went and scalt | me, he did.” The fishing was good that trip. In five days’ time they were running for T wharf with a full fare. They swept past the lightship just after dark. H Tom Dennie, tumbling aboard after | the last of the mooring-lines were | fast, almost collided with Evie Bish- | op, just coming out of the galley. For | a moment the; lared at cach other. Then the cook spoke. | “Tom,” he said, “we been a chew- | in' a at each other and neither | one gittin' any sfaction. Whatter | yer say if me and you goes ashore | and settles this man to man f: sh that chow- > with cold couldn’t chowder,” | d, in thick leathery If 1 wallop you, you buy me the best | in | @ dinner I can Dock s me I'll b a go?” “Yer bet it's a go,” said Tom with alacrity. i T wharf is no place for settling such difficulties, so they poked down the avenue, crawled through the gate of a wharf below, found an ideal lit- tle spot, even envugh d proy ! 1 d, and peeled off their coa There was a moment of circ then th by fre ds echoed to half-choked oaths and thudding blows. The cook drew first blood on Tom's nose, but a moment later he spat forth | two of his front teeth. Then a bolt of lightning, or a cannon-ball, or a mule kick, or ething of the sort caught him full on the jaw. eat up to Cotter’s, and if yow put it over y the dinner for you. Is it cautious |dec|dedly respectful interest. A wait- | | “leery” | Colonel ichan did not murder a man, | but six months after the pin came in- | height th; { shore “Yer'll get it as soon as we can git to Cotter’s,” declared Evie. Cotter's Tom was rubbing his battered nose, and looking at Evie with a new and ress brought them red-bordered map- | kins and laid a bill of fare before each. Tom picked him up, blinking at it solemnly. “Anything you want, Evie invited. The respect in Tom's eyes grew. Also he grinned across the table at his companion—a grin that lost some- what in effectiveness by reason of Tom's badly split lip. “Ye're a game little man,” declared Tom, whacking the table with one mighty fist. “Yer put up a peach of a fight. 1 wouldn't 'a’ believed yer had it in yer. I know a game one when I see him, Evie; and that bein’ the case, yerll not be findin® me bleedin’ yer any. Just bring me—" Tom paused. He wrinkled and un- wrinkled his heavy brows as he scanned that bill of fare. Evie no- ticed he was holding it upside down. “Bring me some of this and a cup of coffee,” said Tom pointing a pudgy finger at random to a line on the page. And to the unbounded credit of Evie Bishop, let it here be stated that he did not so much as change a muscle of his face when the waitress set before the open-mouthed Tom aj lJarge and steaming bowl of—fish- chowder! yer know,” , (Copyright.) GAVE AWAY HARD-_LUCK PIN Hotel Clerk Who Got It Not Afraid of Ominous Warning That Ac- companied It. The superstitiou clerks at the McAlpin were a little | of R. G. Elbert, the room cle when, after enviously admiring the big fpin they had just seen Col. J. Harry Behan of Washington present him, they learned that every previous owner of the pin had killed somebody, by sccident or otherwise Colonel B o drove his auto- mobile ove not escaped the ill-luck i d by the possession of the pin, which is a dark stone, on which is carved a head that might be | that of a Viking or a Hindu demon. his automobile struck an old man in Washington with fatal results. He told Elbert | that he had since given the pin to three or four other persons, and that each had returned it to him after a spell of nervous prostration. He of- fered the pin to Elbert, but the latter hesitated. Yesterday Elbert jokingly remarked that he would take that pin and the risks accompanying it 1f Colo- nel Behan was really in earnest. The colonel took the pin from his tie and passed it over. According to the story that goes with the pin, it was at one time the property of an Indian prince. Elbert says he is not superstitious, but he isn't going to walk under any ladders. —New York Times. to his possession The Value ot Good Clothes. Eccentricity is not to be desired either in dress or manners. It is only another name for vanity. Still, there is something to be said for those of us whose circumstances often require us to wear garments not cut after the prevailing mode. Good clothes, however, made in any fashion except the “latest extreme,” have a marked effect upon the mental condition of the wearer. Even Emerson deigned to discuss the moral effect suitable clothes had upon certain tempera- ments. He says: “If a man (or wom- an) have not firmness and have keen sensibilities, it is perhaps a wise econ- omy to go to a good shop and dress irreproachably. One can then dis- miss all care from the mind, aud may easily find that performance an addi- tion of confidence, a fortification that turns the scale in social encounters.” You have all heard the experience of the woman who declared that the sense of being well dressed gave her a feeling of inward peace which re- | ligion was powerless to bestow.—Sub- urban Life. Formation of California Coast. l The geologists tell us a strange | story of the California coast. Ages ago |its mountain peaks, mere reefs in a | great expanse of sea, rose to such a | Santa Barbara channel was | a vast valley over which roamed the elephant, camel, lion, saber-toothed tiger and other animals whose fossil remains are scattered over the coun- try and some of which are found on the islands. { Then the land again sark beneath the sea and again rose, and marine fos- sils are found in abundance along the and on the mountain tops many miles from the sea. Numerous gold hunters have been surprised to find the skeletons of whales at an eleva- tion of 2,000 feet and two miles inland D I It I i i g THE SALESGIRL TALKS By CLARENCE CULLEN. It was one of fhose loathly “match g" missions, undertaken, with dire ful thre in case of nonfulfillment, at the breakfast table that morning, | that brought me alongside the ribbon counter of the great department store Four women were ahead of me at the counter. None of them appeared to know whether she wanted cerise or alice-blue ribbon. But they all seemed to be perfectly certain that the sales- girl, who had a great many puffs, an uptilted nose, and a certain self-pro- When the whole solar system had he scramblod i other b 14-inch shell?- Tom stocped and pulled his none too steady pins. “Now yer can buy me the feed. ¢ ) € ) his feet 2 once more, the cook to tecting manner of independence, was trying to put something over on them Therefore they one and all spatted with her. Tt spats were unequal, because the salesgirl needed her job. After going over the entire stock all four of *he women decided that they wouldn't buy any ribbon a among his fellow | ! ears, and that’s pills,” gald the salesgirl as she took my “matching” sample and studied it in Dock square was well- | with tired eyes. “How would yuh like | ba nigh deserted when they got there. | to stand behind here and let about & answered t' thousand of them pills a day heave Irish confetti at yuh?” “Irish confetti?” I inquired, mysu-; | fied. “Half-bricks—yuh’re on'y pretend- in’ that yuh don't get me, ain’t yuh? Well, there ain't anythin’ in this thing o’ sittin’ on the mourners' bench; but along about this time o’ the after- noon I feel so clawed up by them pill- in' cats that breeze in here to take a’ inventory o' stock that I get to thinkin’ I'm fightin’ the inmates of a Bide-a- Wee home. “Them four dolls didn’t skate in here t' buy. They just ambled along t scratch. They've been V-wedgin’ through bargaincounter crushes all day, and they've picked up a peeve, doin’ that, that they're afraid to tote home t’ their men-folks because they are hep that the men, when they hit the hall &nd hang their kellys up on | the rack, are goin’ t' be there with grouches themselves. “They're not keen f'r the kind o' | allhands medicine that the hubby- dove'll pull in case anythin’ is started. | So, just t' get the rough edges o’ their peeves sand-papered down, they skid along here a little while before closin’ up time and begin t' toss chunks o’ loose asphalt at us sunny-natured-look- in’ dolls behind the counte A lot of ‘em pick me out because I'm there most o' the time with one o' them ins that got froze on my map by istake when T first fell intuh this bnsiness and before I jerried up t’ it that the grinner is pie for them wim- men that “ants somebody t' pick on. “There ain't no use chirpin’ about it, I''n crazy over my own sex. make it just about as pes ; if T was on a battle field ten hours a 1. Sometimes 1 feel like I'm de- velopin' intuh a white hope. It used ' be that I'd let 'em hand me the har- poon one after the other, just as fast as they could nudge up t' the coun- ter, “But four years of it has funneled the vinegar intuh my nachully win- some disposition, so that now I take a slant at their wicks as they elbow | along; and if they're there with that I'm - goin’ - t"-push -yuh-one-in-the-chops glitter in their lamps, I feel myself stiffenin’ like somebbdy that's waitin' for a trolley car t' hit him on the nigh end o' the wishbone, and it's all T can do t* keep from tricklin' back as good as they shoot in. “On'y I need the eight-a-week, whereas that eight thing isn’t gum change for them, so that they've got me sewed up before the gong rings, and they know it. So the best T get for mine is a ’casional little uppercut that I've gotta eat as like as not before the ambulance in the shape of the floorwalker comes up, whereas they can paste me ontuh the ropes and swing on me with both mitts. “And they're hard t' dope by just Tookin' 'em over, if yuh're inquirin’ o’ me. I get 'em right, as they sail down the aisle, about four times outa five. ' Then 1 head-on intuh one that don't run t' her looks, and I'm in Heinie. “D'ye think you can chart ‘em right because they're there with one o’ them | Dolly Varden smiles? I'm askin’ yuh that, because most men do. T ain't never cut the trail yet of a man that wasn't a fall-guy for a smilin’ cat. But 1 needn’t talk. I'm a mark for that stuff myself ev'ry once in a while. “I'll wise yuh t' one of the smilin’ kind that waltzed up to my counter day before yestiddy afternoon. She was a nifty-dressed, peachy-skinned dumplin’ of about thirty or so, that was togged like she had a man work- in’ the day and night shifts both ends from the middle t' keep her diked out in all the scenery fit t' wear. H “I wicked her smile when she was 20 feet away. It looked like the sun | comin’ out from under a cloud and | shimmerin’ on the water on the day youh're bound for Coney. Some dolls pull that kind of a grin all the time that they're not sleepin’ just t’ give all i hands a chance t' pipe their pearly teeth. But thig one's smile looked t' be on the level “‘I'm goin' t' get along with this cunnin’ fatty,’ says 1 to myself, as she swung for my counter. ‘She’s a chatty little thing that'll be prattlin’ to me all about the news of the day and askin’ me if T don't find the life of a sales- girl hard, and if I'm engaged, and it ! not why not, an’ all the like o' that. Hi-hum! It's nice t' wait on a cheer- | kirt just before closin’up time.' s a bug with most of us, yuh know—t' top off the day by waitin’ on one that don’t bark at us. We nate break outa the plant and steer for the hallroom with the coyote music in our 4 it sou like at the end of a long day when we snag a { piller to be waited on just before the big doors are closed and we're due to vamp Well, this one with the dimples and the fine double row o' mother-o™ pearl molars and the sunny smirk that looked like the twenty-four carat thing plumped on a stool in front of me, and looked me right in the lamps with a widenin' of her cutey grin; and 1 wiped the froze grin from my chart and smiled right back at her. and it looked like a sure thing that we're go- in’ t’ be little playmates for the time, and get along like as if both of us had been rollin’ the same hoop and playin’ in-the-corner together ever since we begun t' wear our hair in braids. Do e run to form? Does she? , honest, T ain't through vet pickin® ers and burs that that sunny- mapped doll tossed at me from her side o' the counter. “As soon as she opened her face I had a sudden, chilly feelin’ that I'd got her wrong, and that she was goin’ t’ add her monniker t' my list o' mi: takes in pickin’ 'em from their looks. | “She had a voice that sounded like a creaky dumb-waiter comin' up when valley, ' gelves prepared for war. ELAND, o ——— !elngl dollars a minute for that stuff. ! “She wanted t' match some mauve by-ribbon, and T had the thing that her sample under a micro- scope and a searchlight. Would she | see 1t? Not so’s you could observe it with the undraped optic. She told me, | gazin' at me with her homemade, mo- | Jasses-candy smile all the time, that | my goods had a greenish tint, and was no more mauve than diluted water- | melon is Chinese yellow. % | “Then she added that if I tried t'} | get a job as a brakeman in a freight- | yard I'd get the toss for color blind- ness before I'd got more than one foot into the examination room. { “Smirkin’ merrily all the time, with ' the dimples ripplin' across her chart | like little wavelets on a still pond, she asked me how I had ever bunked a[ reg'lar store intuh stakin' me t' a job that called for color-matchin’.” (Copyright.) WHY POPES NEVER PREAC Tradition of the Church, That Has | Seldom Been Broken, Forbids Presence in Pulpit. | Hi The preparation and delivery of ser- mons which impose such a heavy burden of toil upon other ministers of God have no terrors for the pope, | for the good and sufficient reason that the traditions of the church forbid | his preaching. Of all the many strange restrictions | which hedge about a pope, one of the strangest is that he should not be al- lowed to preach. Only once in 300 years has a pope delivered a sermon, and that was under most exceptional | circumstances in 1546 On the Octave of the Epiphany a celebrated preacher, Padre Ventura, was to have occupied the pulpit in | St. Peter’s, but was suddenly taken il To prevent d pointment to the vast crowd which had assembled Pi IX broke through the custom or a and ascending the pulpit delivered simple, homeoly mon that pe impressed ite | s more than the finest eloqueiice misht have be- cause of its uniguer dene, A Russian The sternest is fulfilled by An illustraticn lish officer who | the East. On leavin Armenian village, he passed n boautiful green atered by o river that flowed between stronz emhbankments. His Armenian ant told him that, after a great storm, the river had risen in such a flood that the persons living near the bank fled for their lives. There was a powder magazine near the river. The sentinel who was guarding it prepared to retreat, but the officers who were watching the scene from a mountain forbade him! to leave his post. For an hour the | sentinel struggled against the rising | waters, clinging desperately to the | lock of the magazine door. The water rose to his chin, and then the flood ceased. He was deco- | rated by the government with the| ribbon of some honorary order in rec- ognition of his heroic obedience. entinel. ry duty soldier. an Eng- service in Irresistible. Some nations (of a remote world) were very intent upon living at peace one with another—so intent that they spent enormous sums in making them- For in that | world, curiously enough, the condi- tions were such that there was no way to keep from fighting except to be ready to do so at the drop of a hat. But incidentally to these martial preparations it was impossible to pre- vent war acquiring, potentially, new horrors, and when these numbered several the nations suddenly flew at| one another’s throat. They laid it to a natural curiosity. “We simply had to try those new | horrors out!" they explained to the! astonished onlookers, who had been | saying that there never would be an- other great war. PLANTING PENNIES | | By ADA MAY ROWLAND. !Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) “Hello, Hal—anything wrong?" “Nothing but what money can cure.” “H’ observed the first speaker as he proceeded on his way. “I don't like that sentiment, and 1 always thought that Hal Sturges was the last | man in the world to entertain such a | fallacy.” | The soliloquizer, however, did not | know that his usually bustling, hope- ful young friend was under a pretty severe strain at the present time. | Hope, ambition, love, seemed all about | to wither away because of mouney and its urgent need. Many years previous had loaned David sum of money. with Eastman ter. He over to gaged fa viso th a fixed r Hal's father Fastman a large Things went wrong | Then th went bet. was honest and he turned s creditor his little mort- n at Grayton, with the pro- t he was to be its tenant at al while he lived. Finally Eastn wrole to Hal's father that | he wo be able to s whole debt, some ten thousand dollars, with- ! in a year. Hal's father died before the year | was up. Hal wrote to Mr. Eastman, asking what the pr promised money might be. He re- ceived a speedy reply, stating that if | he would come down to Grayton the old account would be settled in cold cash. Hal arrived at Grayton to find that Mr. Eastman had died the day before. A search was made for a will. None was found. For money. There was | none at bank nor in the house. Only ¥ the janitor is sore after one o' them | the old farmhouse was in evidence as reg'lar nights. Her volce was no more | like her smile than a rubber plant is like a early lilac. and she was out for | battle, mu 1 col n’ the insurance before squatted on the stool nine scconds. “And all the time, get me, she wicked me just like the eye of a cam- era, and kept that smile workin' her P he was_pullip' down ar heen tangible property. It was a great disappointment to Hal, all this. He had confidently counted the m tart busines He had alr vested that direction, This became a dead loss. He had to go back to a poor paying position in the adjoining town. Then, too, a situation evolved at the little farm that distressed him. Dur- on to s. y | {g the Iast year ot his ‘ become his life partner | a young 1 | “When the; ! whole ! woman. :ply loves to spend money. worst of it is, he wants me to be ex- [ not a cts as to the || FLA., JAN. 5, “Tife Mr. E:lb| had given a home to an orp an :::ln and :er little sister—Nellle and Lois Blynn. The young lady bad been housekeeper and nurse for her old almoner. He had given her a cow. some chickens, and the old farm horse and carryall. Independently Nellie had worked up quite a clientele for milk and eggs in the neighboring vil- lage. Usually, arm. tl":Jp!on the day that he felt that ‘money would cure & great proportion of his ills, Hal was realizing how slow was the process in his present environment towards attaining a com- petence. Unknowingly, the vague thought of being able to ask Nellie *o had a certain place in his aspirations. g He was greeted at the farm by Nel- lle in her usual bright sympathetic mood. He stayed to supper. As usu_al he gave to little big-eyed, wistful Lois, the few pennies he never begrudged er. % “You mustn’t do that, Mr. Sturges,” chided Nellie Gently, as the little one Saturdays he ran down to | scampered away. “Why not?” challenged Hal, pleas- antly. “Because she seems to lose them all. It is strange, but she never asks | to go to the village and buy sweet- meats, like ordinary children. The pennies always disappear mysteri- ously and she never tells where they go to.” “Perhaps she has a secret hoarding place?” suggested Hal, with a smile. He left Nellie and strolled through the orchard in quest of the truant child. Finally he caught sight of her blue frock over near a fence corner “Why, what are you up to, little one?”’ proyounded Hal Lois looked up with gwering frown “Not very nice, being peek-2boo on * she chided, childishly. you want to Know, though, I'm ting pennies!” ’lanting pennies baMed Hal. “Yes, sir. here,” and a little an e pla ejaculated groun All you n she patted d rows, I'se going to pick baskusfuls off'n the bushes.’ “Whatever put that in your head nded Hal. s0 she had been taught give the “How is that?” pressed Hal. “Saw him do it, watched him,"” was the blunt explanation. *“Bags—and they chinked. pers. He didn't know I was watching him. Never growed, though. Guees spot was too shady.” i “Where was the spot, Lois?" pressed | Hal eagerly. She showed him. A bright light of | intelligence had flooded Hal Sturges’ | mind. Ten minutes later he was view- ing the ground under an old oak tree where Lois insisted she had seen “Gran’pa” “planting money."” “I've been doing some digging,” an- nounced Hal to Nellie somewhat later, and he told of his discovery. “A small fortune,” he explained. “Dear little Lois, but for her the hidden store might never have been found. Then," and he drew nearer to Nellie with a manner that consciously made her flut- ter, “I should not have been able for a long time to ask a question I must now propound.” “A question?' faltered Nellie, all a- tremble. “Yes, dear Nellle,” was the prompt response, “will you become my wifet” EXTRAVAGANT OFFSPRING By GRACE LEACH. “Do you know what I wish to do to- day?” said the nice looking elderly “I should like to indulge in some perfectly reckless extravagance, just to get even with my son.” “Your son!" sald the other woman. “You surely don't mean to insinuate that your son doesn't like to spend money! I've always thought Benson Thorndike one of the most generous men I ever knew.” “He is. Why, my dear, that boy sim- And the tra can't. “Yes, I'll tell you about it,” she went on. “You see, Maisie Greene, the daughter of some very old friends of mine in Toledo, was married last spring, and Ben wished me to send her something elegant for a wedding pres- ent. He suggested all sorts of hand- some silver and cut glass, and I took a whole day to look for something suit- able, but everything that he had spoken of ¢ so frightfully that they seemed wickedly extravagant and I finally dccided on a pretty pair of vases that were in good taste even if fully expensive. “When T told Ben what I had bought h,” but after Maisie wrote ic thanks for what isite and generous that I had made a wise She urged me in her note to ant, too, and somehow I just jn Very Much.™ vicit her, as * lonzed, she said, to have me see her new home which 1 had helped to make beautiful. So, on my way back from my summer trip East, I stopped over for a day in To- And jew'lry, and pa- | - 1_93_‘_______/_____————,____.__-————'_——————_'———\—\ 5h, the other is richer, 1 “Though they're both really wops. antiques. I assure you, Mr G”:’" that I don't believe you young s, realize how grand you are wity o beautiful examples of orients | When I began housekeeping | ! | thankful for ingrain carpet: - ““I hope,’ he sald, with a surpy gravity, ‘that you don’t think v, 5 lack of gratitude or appreeia Surely you received Malsie's | thanking you.” “‘Oh, for the vases? Yes indagf I'm awfully glad you liked them I was speaking of these mgryg, rugs, for I really think it woulq pe bad for you not to fully realize “‘lw little fortune is locked up in they | don’t suppose you've had mycy perience yet in buying rugs py have.” 3 “‘Of course we knew you ey, connoisseur, he answered, wiy strangely embarrassed expression you never would have made gy fine selection.” y “T make a selection? derstand,’ I murmured. “‘Why, didn’t you select then y, self, Mrs. Thorndike? asked Mgis | “‘ selected these rugs! ( not. 1 never laid eyes upon they now. I never even heard of “Maisie and Mr. Gilmore, her hus- band, gave me such a heart-warming welcome that I was really touched. I was in a mood to admire everything about their modest little home, but when I saw the rich oriental rug as I d 1 was astonished. en'l'e‘l;:'ll\at a perfectly beautiful rug this is!’ I couldn’t help exclaiming as Maisie proudly took me into the liv- ing room, where there was a rug even hapdsomer than that in the hall. “Yes, she said, ‘it'’s one of our greatest treasures. We didn't receive any presents we prize more.’ “It's colors are extremely pleasing, and I like the design very much,’ added Mr. Gilmore, ‘and, as Maisie told you, we consider it one of our choicest pos- sessions.” “Well, I remarked, ‘I should think ybu would. I'm glad you haven't the little pottery vases in this room. They would be quite outshone by this mag- nificence.’ «:0h, Maisie hastened to say, ‘we like the vases awfully well, too. They're in the little study where they just fit. But you must see the other rug. I don't believe you noticed it as we came in’ We all went back into the hall. ‘st that a beauty? she asked. ‘I can hardly tell, dear Mrs. Thorndike, which one I like the better of the two.’ [ don't S CNTRACTOR ~AND BUILDER I[laving had twenty-one years’ experience in buildi and con Lakeland and vicinity, 1 feel competen 1 render the best services in this line. If comtempla building, will be pieased to furnish estimates and all infcx mation. All work guaranteed. J. B. STREAT Phone 169. P s - L e ——————— ——" DTOHCH The Lakeland Steam Laundry SRS L L ELEL L) anitary; FHPDOPEADEIDEIDIBDE POV EC HOLOTIPOEQICTS e IS THE PEOBHOS LAUNEK B No disease germs can live in Clothing that are sentd us, and we are Careful in the Laundrying, not to Damg the Garment. 1i you send your Clothing to US, it will not only Ld Clean and Pure, but IT WILL BE SO. Our wagons cover the entire City. 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