Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 19, 1915, Page 2

THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., JAN. 19, 1915. e ——— safely Taunched on the §ew OT journal- used to being wallow in bectiality, ease and lust. It L L e e e ] l ism. But this making of a little slip of T — N —————— m‘ay be that the onward progress might have been accomplished without pain; we might have been whirled up- Then, too, Mammy, the old colored servant, who had been old for many | PROTECTING POLLY By ETHELLYN B. DE FOE. ———————————————————————— (Copyright.) From the very day when she had discovered that, with the aid of the kitchen table, she could stand zlone, Polly had aspired to take care of her-. self. In time she not only took care of herself, but also of her father and mother, and was a contributory source of no mean value to an ever-increasing army of little nieces and nephews. Polly was cheerfully willing and con- i sidered her responsibilities no burden. The one thing about her that was not in perfect harmony was her name. It should have been martial and commanding. That was probably the reason why, in the office, where no fa- miliarity but great fellowship was shown her, they called her the Major. She had a temper, too. She was no patient Griselda; she was doing as good work as any of the men, with and among them, shoulder to shoulder, and 4f they forgot it and tried to thrust her aside on the plea of the weaker sex, she poured forth the vials of her wrath {ndiscriminately upon all, from the night city editor to the office boys. She stood her ground, gave good service and demanded fair return. Slowly but surely she rose. Her acumen was good, her discrimination certain, her sense of a story invalua~ ble. Soon the paper began to realize that she could be trusted. Her pen was quick and did not make trouble. In ghort, she had found herself. She was £ 2 SPECI/ Rexall See Display. i Lake VSOPOPEPOIORO FPPFOLBEPPIREPEIPPIPEIDD iV B . 87 mation, Phone 169. southern girlhood into a capable re- | ... oou1d not cope with the work of porter on a responsible newspaper had not happened in a day; nor in a year. Silver hairs had appeared among the | dark locks. The twenties were past and the thirties were trooping along. The Major was very nearly middle- aged. Side by side with the Major a dream- | was their time together; a house; and Polly—no longer the Ma- jor, please—found her days becoming | more and more filled with the drudg- ery of housework. As in all newspaper homes, their mornings were their evenings. This this when ‘lhb)‘ read and walked, and in those ward, insensible satellites, toward the universal goal. But we have received the privilege of consciously sharing in the upward journey. Each onward movement must be a wrench from the past, each movement a parting, each step an eternal farewell. These no- ble inconstancies are tasks imposed We are selling more Qil Cooking Stoves | their duty to others dischargcd, they AL SAL THIS WEEK All Rexall Goods Guaranteed Pharmacy PHONE 42 CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER Having had twenty-one years’ and contracting in Lakeland and vicinity, I feel competent to render the best services in this line. building, will be pleased to furnish estimates and all infor- All work guaranteed. oo ool er had been working. There was no | better man on the staff. None knew that he was a dreamer, not even the Major, although she was his dream. Year after year, Robert McPherson had watched her as she came and went, laughing at the cold and snow, | scolding good-naturedly at the ener- vating humidity of New York's merci- less summers. He, even as she, had been under obli- gations to others whom he could not neglect. Even after they both knew that they were all in all to each other ‘ there were years of waiting; but they were good years, for now the Major's life was filled with the secret wltlmm,1 which no woman's life is complete. Finally the day came when, with could at last enter into their own. After the wedding trip they went to the dream home. 1t had never been a flat in the dream; so, although it awakened dread in the Major's heart, she acquiesced when he showed her a little house in a new suburb. At first the excitement of buying furniture and arranging their belong- ings filled the time, and all went well. But after a few weeks everything was complete, and then long, lonely eve- nings began to shut down on Polly— the woman so unused to indoors, un- used to idleness or to woman's task of_the needle and, over and above all, SHOFOPOSO Goods 8 WOWW&Q‘}@!)C&Z!O«.&' ot REATER experience in building 1f comtemplating J. B. STREATER. “Save Ten Dollars” By having your| Fall Clothes made to your INDIVIDUAL : Measure by us Suits or Overcoats " No More 1 Large variety of - No Less 5 et ——————— Soft Hats and Derbies Shapes and Shad- ings, Trimmed with Contrast Bands — the Season’s ————————————————— $5 Styles ——————————————— latest Conceptions 3$ Quality d ENG THWOOLENMILLS Hatters and Tailors - Futch & Gentry Bldg, LAKELAND, FLA. sunny hours the little home seemed all that was cheerful to Robert. But there were often days when, tired from a iate zssignment of the night before, he had to sleep until it was time to go back to work; so, often, Polly began and ended her silent day | alone. When Robert took her in his arms and told her how great was his happi- | ness in the thought that at last she was sheltered from the buffeting of the world, told her of his strength, his ex- | hilaration, his lust for work, because | he had before him the constant realiza- tion that at last he was doing hers as well as his own; then, indeed, she al- most cried out to him. But his joy | was too beautiful In the long, silent evenings, her thoughts turned to the office. To the city editor, goading her like a gadfly to | catch the first edition, to the thrill of excitement as her story, page by page, was whisked off by the copy boy, to the lull till another assignment, filled in with an argument with another mind as alert as her own, a battle fought point by point about some topic of tomorrow’s news, filled with good- natured acrimony. Or an office joke, for which no one was ever too tired, and for which time could always be found. That was where her Robert was. where her old friends were, where her heart and life were. The old comrades were playing the glorious game, and she, the Major- hearted, put her poor drooping head on Polly's pathetic attempt at sewing and sobbed out her loneliness into the awful stillness of Robert’s protecting home. Polly began to grow pale and list | less as the summer came on. Robert asked often and tenderly if she was doing too much. They had started a little garden in the spring. Patiently Polly bent over the unac- customed task until lier back and head ached, and, somchow, the things didn’t grow after all. When they did, she could not find any great thrill over a little green shoot, but Robert exulted, | and told her how beneficial it was working in the soil. She smiled, stiil too much the moth- er to tell the truth and ask of him the sacrifice of giving up this newly- found joy of protection. As the weather grew pleasanter, the people from the ollice came out often- er, and Robert surprised to find how keen was her interest in them and their work; but he laid it to her warm- | hearted concern for her old friends, and supposed much of it was tactfully assumed He, personally, tried to keep his work out of his home as much as he could, having read that fallacy seme- where in Lig early youth and keeping {i Dy hivd A8 a beantiful but uninvesti- gated theory. Soon thé 81d friends began to noticé a chauge. They od MePherson i she was not well, and the dear old said he feared she was feeling the ef- fect of the years of hard work betore he had been able to care for her. She was sometimes tempted to ask him if he had ever heard the story of the veteran fire-eng horse that, after receiving a repricve, insisted upon answering all the alarms just the same. She knew how the poor old boy felt. | on the other side. by pain.—From the Atlantic. Somnolent Egyptians. Egyptians can lie down and go to sleep anywhere. They look around until they find a particularly busy place in the street where there is a patch of shade, wrap a dusty cloth around their faces, curl up and peace- fully glide off into a dreamless sleep. In walking along the street one has‘ to be careful of every splotch of shad- ow that he comes to for fear of step- ping on a native's face. Even when | you do step on this usually sensitive | part of the anatomy, they merely sit up, yawn thankfully that you are a| medium-sized ma and lazily turn over | But these are the 1 people that the papers are ‘quoting as | being in bloody revolt. The crly dan~! ger of revolt would be if some coun- try should come along and pass a law prohibiting the use of all shady spots from one till three. Then there would be trouble—the amount of bloodshed makes even the most uninterested shudder.—Homer Croy in Leslie's Weekly. WICKED OLD MAN FOPOHOPOPOIGPOIQEQDOBC PEBEEO: 2 £ & Lae 22 4 Burn Model Phone No. 340 FOPFFRSDPODQEOFOBHO | e e e wickedest old man ia town. “My triend will not call on you with that mining stock.” “But—but,” stammered the girl, “the | article—" ! “Will never be published,” answered the other, taking up the proof and tearing it, likewise, into small pleces.f “Good day once more.” “But why did you send for me?" the girl demanded uneasily. “To verify my suspicions,” answered the wickedest old man in town. “You need have no further fears, good day i When at last the girl was gone the wickedest old man in town sat down at his desk and fell into an abstrac- tion. “1 wonder what Molly Randall would | say if she knew who her husband i8?" By ROGER JACOB DUNN. Tho wickedrst old man in town sat at his desk in a room on the fortieth thy story of a skyscraper. He was finger- ing a letter which he had just re ceived; after a while he rose and went to a card index catalogue. “Randall—Randall,” he muttered, and began examining the records un- der that name. He seemed perplexed, for he could when the boy | ght in a card, and he resumed his chair just in time to be able to rise and welcome a girl who entered nervonsly and with evi- (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) sli] Just Complaint. The feelings of the coal heaver of the following story, as given in Tit. Bits, had sufficient cause to be ruf-; fled: | “Liza,” he expostulated, “don’t I al-| w:\ys'toll you I won't 'ave the Kis | bringin’ in the coals from the slmlj in my best 'at?” “Oh, just 'ave sense,” replied his sh vi yei it down, N dall" said the wickedest old man in town, cffering her a chair. But she refvsed to be seated, and, opening her redcile, tock out a letier and a clipyi and flung them angrily to th pa an and get away wilh i “Maduin, I i with for the husband, with dignit “I only wears that 'at in the hevenin's; and if while I'm hout, I t it orf my 'ead, n getting away answered hi the w 0 town 3 5 “there is only one way in the wh Tho gir! ¢ e it leaves a bloomin .u)( band round frightened child to the boarding house. ; world that you can repay me, and burt into tears, The wickedest my forehead. Wot's the consequence? | “It means,” the young doctor said, ! that is by loving me. I want youl ‘ e own scemed really concerned Why, I gits accused of washin’ my gravely, “that you will have to g0 to ' my wife, and 1 want Dolly for o 5 face'wnh my ‘at m'\:.uml it ain't nice, the hospital tonight. An operation ' sister, and my mother want i 18 control yourself,” he Lizal It ain't nice! , at once is necessary.” both,” he laughed softly and imp | yothis .l s is a simple | “1 cannot possibly go,” Helen ex- oned her wonderful, lovedlit & prone I edit a er Seasonable Joke. claimed quickly, aud gianced at Dolly. | “There are no two ways aboit » goclally “Paw." “My sister is entirely alone and I—" | dear—you will have to be mine" Once, tentatively, she asked if he foun 1 the lttle home and its surround- ings all that he had expected them to be, and the radiant smile with which he answered won the day for the suburb. But finally Robert asked an old friend who was a doctor to dine with them. Ostensibly the visit was social, for Polly declared she was not at all 1. He watched her carefully through dinner, talking on every subject under the sun except health. “Does she need t, doctor?” Rob- . ert asked anxiously, when they were alone. “Rest!” the doclor snorted. “Did you ever know a ound to thrive at the end of a leash?” Robert calls her the Major now. She is the editor of a magazine. He finds that it is quite as delight- ful to have her as a companion, com- rade, and fellow worker as it was to have her vor a chi She was not of 10 species ivy could not cling and ¢ But the knowlelge | to lean upon i need of it, to =a; her, has give t beautiful irapu- dent indey 5 possessed i only by dej little arro terful, per the men whoe ur And Robert—is h> any less happy? He looks on with the tolerance of a St. Bernard who is allowing a skye- terrier to worry his bone. His shelter is ready for her when- ever she tires, bis cavings are accumu- lating for their old age. All is for her. Her work is her loy and his indul- gence—it is no longer stalked by grim necessity. Deep in the strong, tender heart, that was brave emough to let her choose her own path, he knows that he stands between her and the world quite as surely as if he had locked her away to eat out her heart. Interpretation of Pain. Pain has been explained an ac- companiment of the promethean spirit of life, which, in precipitate haste to | proceed upon its journey, takes the |mon ready and eficacious path on- ward, heedless of what it breaks and crushes on the w But p: er an impulse within the spirit of life. Pain is its conscicnce urging it on. Un- less we are pricked on by pain, we should wish to stand still, content with our own satisfaction, meanly indiffer- ent to higher pleasures; without pain all life might bave been content to house itself in_low animal forms, and is rath- ! 3 csting m: “Well, George?" "Shc_ lmipm be—alone—if you put From the prison his arms had Pafnthilon voir fumily which “Do they have winter in summer 1u | this oif,” Doctor Carter said gently. | Helen made no attempt to escape S would make peod reading. Before 'hfi ey b ns? il |h<mg‘.|.t. only for a moment then | Jaughed softly back at him ani? printing it 1 subwitted a copy of it “\ es, son." i Iuok(jd smiiingly at Dolly. “My moth- herself into closer captivity. to you—n proot, we call ft—asking And do they have summer in win. | er will be delighted to have this young- | ~ That evening she took Dolly vou whother you wish it to apvear, ter In the l.rupicsT' | ster with her—until you have recov- ! her arms and told her all about and, it not, whcther yen would care to “Exactly.” ered,” he said, turulng his eyes full | The slim little sister looked miscH call here to s the matter, Well?” Novel Means of Communication. | °° Helen. ously back at her. But 2 41 only slared at him | Wounded Dritish soidlers in the| ,D0UY flew to her sister's arms and | “It {s & pity you missed voit in helpless aversion, the wickedest | hamds of the Germans have hit upon a clung there weeping wildly until Doc- | day, is it not?” she questioned man in town procecded to read the | novel way of communicating with their | tor Carter drew her gently away. am so happy, dearle” she d article slowly, with due enunciation | families and friends at home. They | . . ve ¥ill ouly take your sister to & | warmly. of every word subseribe small sums of money to the | comfortable big room in the hospital, | (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure N “‘The Randall-Robinson wedding which takes place on the day follow- ing the return of the bridegroom from England, next month'—" “Yes, you coward,” interrupted the girl. “If Mr. Robinson were here you would not dare to print that. He would thrash you within an inch of your life.” “Madam,” sald the wickedest man in town, "I have been thrashed within an inch of my life at least once a year since I became an editor. I thrive on it.” And he continued to read: ““Will excite great interest, on ac- count of the interesting past of the Randalls. Coming from'—I left a blank there for you to fill in,” he con- | tinued. German Red Cross soclety, but as few | draft or sign a check to be sent to| London and honored. Or the back of the draft the banker is requested to ! communicate the news of the drawer's 8 safety to his home. Tommy Atkins | & thinks it is well worth a dollar sub. |9 scription o PLAIN LINEN FOR THE TABLE Beautiful in Many Respects, Although Admittedly It Has Some Real Disadvantages. » BOPIERDED I OFOIOIOPOLD Plain heavy linen makes very attrac. tive table cloths and napkins. It is used in a restaurant where the fur- “How much do you want to keep: nishings are all interesting, and it is that out of your paper?” demanded used by some fastidlous housewives. | Miss Juanita. i In the restaurant it quite satfsfac- s child!” answered the tory, for every diner. But in the or- wickedest man in town. “You admit i dinary household it has this one dis- its truth, then?” advantage. It does show wrinkles and | ‘How much?” repeated the girl in-| spots more qui than a heavy fig- flexibly. | ured damask does. So if there is not a “I have some other interests be-| fresh cloth for every meal, damask sides editing my paper,” pursued the | may be a better choic ! wickedest old man in town thought- But the linen is beautiful, and in an fully. “I have a good deal of mining | household it might be used for a ¢ stock.” | cial dinner set. The napkins and “How many shares do you want me | table cloth may be finished with a flnc; to buy?” inquired the girl. embroidery stitch, or like the ordinary “But it is not for sale. However,: napkin hem, finely done by hand, or it you are really thinking of buying | else they are hemstitched in an inch- mining stock I can put you in touch | wide hem. with a good friend of mine who has some for sale, 1 believe. 1 will ask him to call on you tonight. However, Miss Juanita, it would be better for us to be entirely frank with each other. Since 1 gather that you are averse to having that item inserted, it shall not be inserted. 1 always try to please my friends. But now, tell me, where do you come from?” “1 won't tell you.” “Your mother’s maiden name, then,” urged the wickedest old man in town. “What are you going to do with that information?" “Keep it, my dear, for a hundred years longer than I live. Come, be as frank with me as you would be with Velvet Neck Ruffs. Velvet neck ruff and muff sets will be worn. One that has already been | shown is made of deep purple velvet. | There Is a tiny muff, with a large rosette of purple ribbon, with cut ! edges. and in the center of the rosetta | is a big purple and black glass button. | The ruff is decorated in the same way, It fastens snpuzly about the throat. E 2 -3 e 2 £ § e D Fresh Apalachicola Qysters 50c qt; pt.!%c your lawyer. Who are your people?” Try our Hi “ “My mother was a Miss Rogers ot | ¥ v o'ine made Aus wered the girl S Pearut Prisln ard The wickedest old man in town bowed, and, walking to the catalogue, took out the Randall card. He showed it to the girl, and then tore it into tiny pieces, which he let flutter through his fingers into the waste-paper bas- S Chuclae H.C. CENNY | Elliston Building, ONE 226. Prompt Del, PE Recause the Flore is the BEST STOVE LESS Trouble and uses 3 Burner LET US SHOW YOU WWW‘W!OQMO}G with greater anticipation. tired and weary of measuring rib-; bons and of going home to the tiny hallroom at night, where no comfort prevailed save that of having her lit- | tle sister waiting for her. | the pennies, to support herself and not remew:ber where the Randalls | he ejaculated. “Gad, that girl is a | Dolly, a slim child of thirteen, for . . , came from, if he had ever known., hummer! It almost makes one re- | ten years. ;T:;:s ‘:;aéfll‘veflngi ;‘:lm“g’ide,fl Somewhere out West, he fancied. He | spectable to be able to claim a daugh- “I can hardly wait until Saturday, | pihhon counters ':\llrnmni Li:‘ was still examin'ng the catalogue | ter like that” Dolly mine,” Helen said as 8he jioptoq and \\'v;ir};ht;ursof;\'uit\ng sister whose cheeks were only a; intended to leave she was seized with “"f_”" i . B wife. ~“You've spoiled the shape of Dolly, white and frightened, insisted the duys to come when I am ua e eraa el R o that 'at already, and what can a little | On running out to the old doctor who { uring ribbons I will be pondering think you can do what you threaten | hextra coal dust do to 'arm yer 'at?" | had brought her safely through the | tinually O your,bindriedsd iR 3 “You don't sce the point,” protested measles and all her childish com-I to find some means wherehy I e | plaints. cut out a nasty little appendix that of them have any cash they fill up a | has been robbing her. pink cheoks, | £ 00000 apbid a0 nce Automatic MAD®. Oives MORE heat, LESS OIL than any other Stove, Sells at $10.00 ells at $12.00 er § e 43 3 £ A s DS IS BA B N N o B Hardware Co. C. E. TODD, Mgr. MAIN ST. and FLORIDA AVE. SEOIPBOIFOEGEORQ a0 i > 00 QFQ ‘ ! grid bring her BacK to’ yo like a fighting cock.” Doctor Carter walked more or leg blindly as he made his way back y| | the office. It was not often, cyy| in his profession, that he playeq part in a scene that made his throy) ache so painfully. He telephoned to the hospital gy rs behind 0 the surgeon to whom he wantf ! to trust the case. “Do everything you can,” he ad when the arrangements had been ma “This girl has a small sister depen ing on her. You know the rest” During the following two weey Helen knew that a holiday spent fn hospital under certain conditions w an experience that comes to once in a lifetime. She saw swe smelling flowers on all sides of hj HELEN'S HOLIDAY By DOROTHY BLACKMORE. Never, in all her ten yeal e ribbon counter, had Helen Roys- ! ton looked forward to her holidays She was | Helen had managed, by saving even pped her arm about the slim lmle: a holiday that never came, vanis fromi her consciousness. All thf seemed now to be of vital importau was the coming and going of Dot Carter In his eyes the light of th world lingered for her. “I don't know how I am ever g to repay you for all you have d for me,” she said softly on the i when she was motored to ho to finish off the road to health ade less pale than her own. “We Il have the time of our lives this ar down at the seaside.” But, alas! Helen was destined not get her holiday at the seaside. On' e Friday morning before they had ins that flung her outo her bed in agony of suffering. \ repay you even in a slight degree] The old doctor had gone away, but “Helen—" he interrupted swi] s substitute quickly followed the | per Syndicate) o 030 OISO o You Want Fresh Clean GROCERIES? We are at your service for anything carried by an Up-to-date Grocery Phore orders glven prompt atteniion W.J.RED D QAL IATO0 MOV Res. Phor¢ Beautify your !awn, Let us tell you how, Little it will cost. 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