Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 18, 1915, Page 3

The Professions § e "l Chiropractor ] JR. J. Q. SCARBOROUGH, | Lady in Attendance I Dyches Building Between Park | 4 Auditorium. OFFICE 10 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 5 p. m, 7:00 to 8:00 p. m. nsultation and Examination Free, Residence Phone 240 Black w. L. HEATH, D. C. HUGH D. VIA. D. C. poctors of Chiropratic. Over pofl‘ Hours 8 to 12. a. m. and 2, d7to8 p m raduates and Ex-Faculty mem- s of the Palmer Schoo]l of irapratic. Consultation angq analysis free at office, HOURS. g D. & H. D, MENDE SULTING ENGINEERS 212-215 Drane Building Lakeland, Fla, hate Land Examinations and | . Designs® Karthwork Speclalists, veys. idence phome, 278 Black. e phone, 278 Blue. DR. SARAH F. WHEELER OSTEOPATKE pn Annex, Door South of Pirst National Bank Lakeland, Florida S —— DR. W. R. GROOVER ICTAN AND SURGEO) 5 and 4. Kentucky B-.xlvlqdlnx Lakeland, Florida DR. C. C. WILSON cian_and Surgeon. Special at- 1 ven to diseases of women rnyL1 De((\)r}flBr.\'agr Blgz;’. 9, 3 ce phon 57, yhone 367 Blue. i DR. W, B. MOON Telephone 350 rs 9to 11, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida A. X. ERICKSON ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Real Estate Questions Bryant Building P! 18 | Ellsworth, because she was & real per- and there, behind the counter, stood IR. R. B, FADDOCK DENTIST Room No. 1, Dickson Bldg, Lakeland, Fla. e Phone 138; Residence 91 Black Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jr. ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryant Building elang, Florids HENRY WOLF & SON, EXPERT PIANO TUNERS Pianos Rebullt, Refinished and p Like New; All Work Warrant- trictly First Class. Residence Repair Shop FOUTH MASSACHUSETTS AVE. | e 16 Black. Lakeland, Fla: | EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER | pondo Bldg., Lakeland, Florida | KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW Office in Munn Bullding Lakeland Florida W. 5. PRESTON, LAWYER Upstairs East of Court House BARTOW, FLA. Inatlon of Titles and Rea, &v tate Law a Speclalty R. H. MERCER RICHARDS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON : Rooms 5 and 6, Elliston Blas Lakeland, Florida es: Office 378; Resid. 301 Blue FRANK H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Dickson Building fice phone 402, Res, 312 Red il attention to drafting lega) papers. rlage licenses and abstracts furnished HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. Lones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Florids _DR. D. P. CARTER VETERINARY SURGEON Lakeland, Fla. Phone 294 Red » 196 | & chrysalis condition.” | flowers on the | Young man in one | fashioned villages along the Massa- | cort her there and back, on the same | chusetts coast, where everybody is re- day. By this time the two were like | lated and knows his neighbor's his- | brother and sister. | her i some real tragedy came into her | C°FT Of chalk, and both were waiting ! of twenty-five, to a worthless, dashing but still, vamistakable. When he ot | over the shock he spoke to him. i “Roach was too much surprised to deny his identity. And so he explain- ed. He had wanted to leave Quontok- i } set, where he had no relatives or | kel L !Dl‘openyz He had hated the idea of g | marriage. So he had taken advantage = y J?HN CHAMBERS. of the wreck to loge his identity “dl w“r. Ell Sanborn, the neurologist, | 51Tt a new life in New York. He vers.a(u usual, the center of the con. ! DPleaded that it was the only way to in gy o 8 the club. He seldom put | 83ve Miss Prudence's feelings. No parun-aw‘eamr{ce' for, though he had doubt she would marry somebody Waa L retired from practice, his work | ©!8€, he sald. He begged Horton not d:_;u-‘f{“ heavy. There had been a to betray him. e ussion between him ang Ellsworth, Horton was slow and simple. He the mentist, upon the immortality of f;‘e‘z ‘1;": }“5 P""‘m’” ‘:9“"‘ Boteen .o What it would involve. It meant Sa.n‘bz:n“::; find the soul in matter,” :::tr:o! n;:s; lell rMlsu Prudence l]i\'t: i . saying. 8 er life under the belie! Doctor, the soul js matter,* angwer- | that Roach was dead. Then he want- sdh‘}\:uswo,m_. “Read your Haeckel.” |©d to thrash Roach: but he was torn 5 dgenprg(mn behind the times,” re- | P€tWeen the conflicting ideas of duty, p;)p ed the old doctor. “Science jt- | ®dd meanwhile Roach slipped quietly Bl {urning toward the soul today.” | 3%Y and was gone. ) s g e, e | N TR kB M v ¥ ife, then? asked Ells- A hot ken ‘worth. 4 “You know, a soul must ; '{l! girr's heart by letting her know. something, even in life, unless it is in :;u“' ‘h'i“"'l"“" be laid sioge to ber, t uselessly. “Now, Ellsworth, I claim that the soul of Miss Prudence knew perfectly well what was happening, and loved :;2;,\.? Whea a drunken staggers H!:mmx , and was trying its hardest to TOSE @ crowded street without sus- ODliterate the false image of Roach | taining injury, when a child pioks | without letting Miss Prudence know.” " he edge of a clift, I should | ., Elllwor.'_.h smiled incredulously. safl,‘l}"‘ soul i8 very active. '.‘_“W‘MP he wd-m S give you a concret “ Miss Prudence to go to Bos- he continued. “ xvm:?s:dl?::fi“ | ton on business. She had never left of those little old- | the village before. Horton was to es- =k should say its function was to Sustain life,” replied Sanborn. "Some people call it the guardian angel, you tory back for three or four genera- |, “THOY reached Doston and had tions. Those places contaln some ori)unch together, transacted the busi the finest and sweetest characters in | 2658 and stamed homeward, taking the world. | the elevated to the North station. Miss “Miss Prudence was one of these. | Prudence wanted the papers. They Don't laugh at the old-faghioned name, | went to the paper and magazine booth, son—may be today for all I know. She | RO8CH- Was one of the loveliest women, both | EE iy moment had 4 cnme. in soul and body in Quontokset. 1 | Horton did not know what to do. He used to wonder what would happen to o Tcat o liat titnod thie | 1ife. "+ she be 3 | for Miss Prudence to look up at would 7¢5 be O;le:t’?or?h;"m‘:; | Roach. She picked up one or two pa- in the word and her relationship to- pers and a magazine, got her purs‘e ward Itfe be eubtly altered thereby? It open, and stared full into Roach's didn't seem possible to me that any I‘a?e, W evil could touch her. M‘h:n Pr:denu».i! l:.oach“linurat ;)ut. “She w: and stopped again, for Mise Pru- o cugaged, at about the age dence's hand was lying placidly upon the counter, and she was staring right into Roach's eyes and never saw or heard him. “Isn't it queer,” she said to Horton, “that they leave all these papers and magazines around without anyone to sell them.” She put down the money and walk- ed away. Roach, of course, thought it was an elaborately staged ‘cut’ He couldn’t have understood Mise Pru- dence. But Horton did. He knew that, for her, Roach had been non-eviden- tlal. There wae no poesibility of her playing a trick. It was not in her, and there was no quaver in her voloe nor a shake of the hand ae sie sat down beside Horton in the train. “Your theory is very ingenlous,” said Ellsworth, when the doctor had ended, “but those cases are well known to science. When one sus- tains a deep psychic wound the per- sonality sometimes sloughs a part of itself away. We have those classic cases of double personality, for exam- ple, In which the patient 1s absolutely unable to recognize those whom he has known before, and sometimes to see them, even.” “Wait a minute,” said the doctor. “On the way home Horton, who was greatly distressed, renewed his suit. He couldn't restrain himself; he was terrified, too, and wanted to have the right to take care of the girl. He asked her to marry him. “‘Why, I have loved you all my Iife, dear,’ she answered. There wasn't the smallest hesitation on her part about accepting him. She remembered Roach, but she never remembered that she had been engaged to him. And it is my opinion that she would never even have seen him, had he stood up in front of her at any later date. Fortunately, she was not put to the test. Roach died in a hospital a year or two afterward. 8camp of a feflow named Roach. He was just the kind of man that'wins the heart af @ gir like Miss Prudence. Everybody knew the shady things that he had dowe—or, rather, was capable Never Saw or Heard Him. of, because at that time he hadn't been tried out in the furnace of life and found wanting. He got a posi- tion ae aseistant purser on one of the boats that ran then between Boston and New York. They had been en- gaged a year or more, and Roach had no intention of marrying Miss Pru- dence. Whatever his intentions may have been in the beginning, Mise Pru- @ence was the dominant partner. Her o \ ar sweetness, her confidence, so far from “Well, Ellsworth,” sald the doctor, . | rising, “that is how Miss Prudence rendering her a ;'(cum to him, com ‘mnt E”'L G ke Yo faie plc.-.lel_v m“”::dhmm{fled to break off | me there wasn't something that pro- L bl twice, but be coukdn’t | tected her from knowledge of evil, I her"oncesz; wb(.;, a w'&mnlx be- | from madness, perhaps. Good night.” fxi\": imzrmul_\" in 2 man, he has a| "‘r-mflzfv' 194, by W. G. r'lfanmnn) mighty hard task before him when [ he wants to play false with her—that | is, if he has any deoency in him at all. And Roach was not altogether bad. “He was looking for his chance, and it came. The ‘Sea Eagle' was wrecked off the Cape. About three-fourths of her passengers were saved, among ! them Roach, who, as a matter of fact, i into a boat full of passen- | a good deal of con- the getting away, | people in Roach’s boat as. He was posted as to have Shakespearean Scholar. Henry Horman, famous as a Shakespearean scholar, was born 100 vears ago in Cornwall, Vt. He was a baker and subsequently a wheelwright, and was graduated from Middlebury college in 1840. During the next few | vears he taught school in Kentucky Alabama. He then returned to gland to study theelogy. He | was ordained a priest of the Protestant | Episcopal church in 1850. The re mainder of his life was spent in preaching, lecturing and literary work in Boston and vieinity. He was recog- n as the foremost American au- thority in Shakespeare and his works. 1848 and 1881 Mr. Hudson's | s set to no less than 25 title | ginal works or of and re w pposed Hetween I H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Jickson Buildfng 1 in all courts. Homestead. Ams located and contested lished in July, 1900 IR. W. 8, IRVIN . DENTIST 4 and 15 Kentucky Building LOTIS A. FORT _ ARCHITECT Per Hotel, Lakeland, Florida B. H. HARNLY ate, Live Stock and General AUCTIONEER Sales Manager PNAL REALTY AUCTION CO. itlon Lot Sates a Specialty Tmondo Bldg. Lakeland, Fla DR. J. R. RUNYAN 17 and 18, Raymondo Bldg. S8ary drugs furnished with- out extra charge Restdence phonme 303. Ofice Phone 410 immortal bard of | 1 died in Cambridge, | NECKWEAR OF THE MOMENT| k the ! Styles Are as Pretty as Those of H 4 Though Materials | Summer, | Different. Are mer the lovely eckwear was organdie wow it is of cream net r costumes, and of ses that smack of : f : ¢ wiring of the collars | i e u d up, as the necks as decollete is con- , however, be llxllltly‘ r it they are more beocoming. ;"’q':d\ nise, applique and point laces | are noted in the collars of the new | dress models, aud there is dwm’ enough net added to the neck decora- | tion to kegp the lagg from lookl# up Hortoh was 8el to 1 ha;d -ul?"t“eh’!a:\:mzulmpu il o " sopnected with Bis | Some of th Soma BUEOMS Cl‘::l‘;f:l;m:hmush one | gmbroidered net of the -ppuq;% M \\a; ;a and saw Roach 0B | of lace, and they m:o:m wml edgiaden shabby and dejected. | gith a round neek that R — Silte up o the base of e throat aside, | him. | she estee on earth, b | whole life wo | |mem0r>' mvmmih.wo after that time ¥A Moath ¢ vew York upom ( HAL'S LONG ORDEAL By FLORENCE LILLIAN HENDER- SON. Click! Hal Dunean woke up from his slum- ber on the sunny side of a pile of lumber at the sound, rubbed his eyes and stared suspiciously at a spruce appearing young fellow “shooting™ him with a camera—and a smile. “Hey! what are you up to?" chal- lenged the aroused sleeper. “Oh, I've got a famoue story on you and [ wanted your picture to make it more interesting,” explained Dave Lind. *“I'm a reporter for the Star. One of your chums told me about you and piloted me here. I gave him a dollar to do it. I'l give you five to go over what he's told me and add enough to it to make a two-column ‘special'—what do you say?" Hal Duncan looked bored. It was not the first time he had been the subject of pictorial publicity. Hal was unique as a tramp and a good deal of a gentleman. Something of a | mystery, too. It seemed that about two years since he had appeared among the hoboes. They made a favorite of him, for many a story was told of his care for poor sick fellows | and homeless ones, many a stirring tale of some thrilling exploits in a ramble over half the country; a fire discovered in time to save a whole business block, a knockout of foot- pads who would have killed a victim but for his interference, the rescue of two little children from a burning building. Hal shared everything with his fel- low unfortunates except his moral na- ' ture of his self-respect. He never got down to rags. He was a reformer all throngh and had made a famous speech in behalf of the poor and op- | pressed that had got into the papers. ! But he was dead to the old world, | Wwhere apparently he must have once | led a life of what people ocall re- &pectablility. Now for a moment he seemed about to resent the proposal of the ener-| getlc young newspaper reporter, then | with his usual careless self-abandon | he shrugged his shoulders resignedly and said: “All right. I need the money and I guess I can give you good value.” Pathos, adventure, humor—through many unique shades of rare human in- terest Hal led the Interested reporter. The Star Had Made a Fearful Mistake. ' pityingly and admiringly. “There’s your money,” he sald, “and you've given me some good stuff. say, though, it seems a pity to see a man of your intelligence wasting your life llke & common tramp. Why, ! my friend?” | “Call it the ‘wanderlust,’ diagust with the so-called respectable wnrld!"' laughed Hal. “I have found warmer hearts among the wreckage of human- ity than I ever knew in soclety.” The “why” of the reporter, who left Hal, with a cheery "Good luck,” sent the latter Into a sudden reverie. | “Why,” Indeed! Before his mental vision passed a series of vivid plc-] tures of a small fortune left to him, of being “the best fellow” in his home village. Then love—his head drooped sor- rowfully as he thought of Hazel Green. How he had loved her! how | winsome she had been—but strong drink bad not then relaxed its awful influence over him. He finally found ! himself penniless. Pride, remorse tortured him. A man who had money | and position became his rival HMI knew that Hazel loved him, but a bet- | ter man had come between. Hal left the town desperate and became a | homeless wanderer. With a sudden spurt of resolution | he banished the memories that so tor- meanted him and arose to his feet. He placed the fivedoilar bill in his| | pocket. Then he poticed some papers the reporter had thrown aside. They | were political campaign documents | reciting the views and giving a speech of Rodney Walton, candidate for con- grossman in the district, | These also Hal thrust into his pocket. He proceeded to a barber shop and thence to a store where he purchased a hat and some collars and a tie. His clothing was not bad and, brieked up, he would scarcely have suggested the tramp to a casual ob- server long sinoe Hal had recognized tt evil of strong drink and had elim- inated that feature of his reck life. The possession of money made a gen- erous meal at a restaurant a luxury. Then he secured a cheap room at the hotel and skept in a real bed for the first time in months. There was a fair at Derby,,a, town sixty miles away at the extreme edge of the district. Hal felt like playing | the gentieman while his money lasted. | He bought a ticket for that place, the morning. newspaper and selected a comfortable seat'in the tratn. “Hello!” he ejacuated as he opened | the sheet—"here's my story.” | There it was and next to it was | boom for Mr. Walton, the congression- al candidate. Agd then Hgl Duncan S TR THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., JAN. 18, 1915, StlleT Groadly. The Star had made a | fearful mistake. They had got the plc- ture of Hal over the Walton article. There he posed as the lauded candi- date for congress! The journey was a slow one and Hal was glad to put in his time look- ing over the campaign literature he had picked up the day previous. A sample speech interested him. Evi- dently Mr. Walton was reaching for the popular vote. A good many hu- mane sentiments that he enunciated rather feebly were greatly in accord- ance with Hal's ideas. “How I woyd like to set myself loose on that Bubject in a genulne free and easy way!" ruminated Hal. When he arrived at Derby he found the fair and a big political meeting the attractions of the day. Posters announced a mammoth mass meeting that evening to boom a certain ticket in which Hal noticed the name of Rod- ney Walton. It was late that afternoon, just as Hal came out of a restaurant that a prosperous looking man stopped, swared at him, drew a newspaper from his pocket, glanced at it and then went up to Hal. “Mr. Walton, surely?” he sald. wouldn’t have known you only for your picture in the paper. Why, vou must come at once to headquarters. A speech from you will just about fill out our program.” At once Hal comprehended the situ- ation. A whimsical resolution seized him. He had been mistaken for Mr. Walton. He allowed himself to be introduced to the committee, he was given a royval banquet. Then the speeech! Hal Duncan let loose all the eloquence he possessed. “Why, the crowd just went wild!” enthused a committeeman. “Mr. Wal- ton, you have carried the day for us. We wish to entertain you tomorrow—" but with the morrow Hal had gone. The masquerader was a good deal surprised when a month later the Star reporter ran across him in an- other town. “Been looking for you for a week,” declared the latter. “That speech of Yours elected Mr. Walton. He wants you—bad."” He wanted this natural orator so badly that when Hal returned with the newspaper man to Wallsville, he engaged him as his secretary forth- with. Hal Duncan became a changed man. One day he stole away from Wellsville and visited the home of his childhood. It was to find Hazel walting for him, Yes, true womanly love had disdained all new suitors. “I knew you would come back,” she told Hal, serene in his cherishing arms. “My heart was with you through all the long ordeal that has shown you to be a man among men.” And then there was a wedding and Congressman Walton gave away the beautiful bride. (Copyright, 194, by W. G. Chapman.) TALES TOLD OF GREAT ARTIST Whistler's Peculiarities and His Fite of Anger Have Furnished “Copy” for Many Journalists. The well-known clash with Mr. George Moore brought forth many ab- surdities, not the least of them being the correspondence ensuing on the of- fended artist's challenge to a duel, which Mr. Moore refused on the sooth- 2 | GHARLOTTE HARBOR AND NORTHERN RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” ATTRACTIVE § t FOR THE INFORMATION OF THE PUBLIC SAFETY FIRST. ERVICE. COURTESY * SCHEDULE IN EFEECT JANUARY 1ST, 1915 —Subject to Change Without Notice— .Northward. | No. 89 | No. 82 bl b R | L | am. | 645 { .950 p.m. Southward .No. 84.'.No. 83.| 123 STAT IONS ATLANTIC COAST LINE Jacksonville Lakeland Tampa .. Winston 5 45 a.m. |Lv |Lv |Lv No. & .|C.H.& N. Limited s 915 No. 3 " H.& N.| Jimited 618 * |Lv Mulberry . Bruce Ridzewood Bruce Pierce .. Martin Junction Bradley Junction Chicora Cottman .. . TigerBay . Cottman . Baird . .. Fort Green Junction .... 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S cheerfully fur-| C. B. McCALL, G.F.& Pass.Azt., Boca Grande, Fla. ing ground that Mr. Whistler was {00 se—— old a gentleman and would be sadly worsted. The sequel of the duel farce | was a happy play of Moore’s upon Whistler's famous mot, when some one ranked him with Velasquez, “Why , | The latter regarded the narrator both ' drag In Velasquez?" | The two foregathered at the same | atelier one Sunday afternoon. They nearly collided in entering, but Moore | was the first Inside. The hostess heard sounds from the hall something 1 between china breaking and the' stamping of hoofs. She went out to find Jamee in a mighty rage. “Dear me!"” said the lady. is the matter, dear master?” “Whistler won't come in! Whistler won't stay under the same roof with that wild Irishman.” Moore, in the inside, remarked in his sweetly modulated volce, “Why drag in Whistler?” One of the most characteristic con- versations with the great artist is re- ported by Frederic Keppel. Mr. Keppel first called upon the art- fst at the Tite street studio, where the famous portrait of Sarasate, “black on black,” stood at the end of the long corridor that he used to form a vista for proper perspective of his work. Laying his hand on Keppel's shoulder, he said: “Now, isn’t it beautiful?" “It certainly is,” was the reply. No,” said he, “but isn't it beauti- ful? “It is, indeed,” said Keppel. Whistler raised his volce to scream “Damn it, man'!” he piped, “isn't it BEAUTIFUL?" Adopting the emphasis, Mr. Keppel shouted: “Damn ft, it is!™ This was satisfactory. “What “Home, Sweet Home."” It was dark and cold and the gaunt and leafless trecs were swayed by fit- ful gusts of wind that spoke of com- ing rain Plodding Pite and quickened their pace i a place should overtake burst of energ versation. “Wot's up with yer, Pete?" inquired Willie. “Yer look as if yer goin’ ter Weary Willle | order to reach e the storm m. This sudden scemed to excite con of sk “I dunno,” was Pete’s reply. “I don't feel the joy o ' lke I used to. I've been thinkin wasted life, an’ I've got a sorter uneasy, homesick feelin'.” “Homesick!"broke {in Willia “Why, bless me, I believe that's wot both of us are sufferin’ from. We ain't nel- ther of us bin inside a jail fof close | 1n three months now, ‘ave we?” Just So. “Do you think that marriage is a | lottery 1™ “Can’t say I do. Still, everybody who marries takes a chance.” et SPECIAL DALE For THIRTY DAYS we will Make a Special Sale on the New Improved White Rotary Sewing Machine Thirty Dollars Cash Just one-half the usual price Takes one of them Don’t let this opportunity pass without supplying your needs. The quantity is limited. Come at once. When they are gone we can’t duplicate the order. We need THE CASH. u need the Machine. Owur interests are i t1al, Come let us Serve you. e — Srenn——— WILSON HARDWARE CO.