Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 28, 1915, Page 2

- ' —— _S THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ECIAL SALE Rexall Goods THIS WEEK See Display. All Rexall Goods Guaranteed Lake Pharmacy PHONE 42 When You Think of Gents’ Furnishings You instinctively turn to the house with the reputation of high class goods Our Hart Schatfner and Marx Suits are selling batter this Fall than last. Now is your tim: to gt ons. Also, our Boys' Suits are extra good in Quality and Low in prices. Com: in and look over our Stock and convince yourself as to Prices and Quality of our Merchandise. The Hu THE HOME OF Hart Schaffner and Marx Geod Clothes JOS. LeVAY Don’t forget to ask for your Calendars for 1916 “Save Ten Dollars” By having your Fall Clothes made to your INDIVIDUAL Measure by us Suits or Overcoats $ No More : Soft Hats and Derbies Large variety of Shapes and Shad- ings, Trimmed with Contrast Bands — theISeason’s latest Conceptions $ $5 Styles No Less 3$ Quality. ENGLISH WOOIEN VILLS 5 Hatters and Tailors Futch & Geatry Bidz, LAKELAND, FLA. £00b wii gl duiw THE HIH JUNPER By"GEORGE ELMER COBB. A vivid scream rang out upon the still afternoon air, just as Ross Evans turned from a side street into a blind thoroughfare which lost itself among the rock heaps of the canal. His was a quick eye, and within the space of a second its glance took in details of excitement and peril that thrilled him. ‘What he saw was a young girl dash- ing frantically down the middle of th road, a square distant. In advance i her, coming full bent it .op upeed was an automobile, and clinging ‘o its seat was a golden haired little child of about seven years. Her face wa- devoid of color, her lips parted in horror, her eyes distended. Young as she was, the little one seemed t. fully realize her frightful peril. In a flash IRon fancied he comprehended the merits of the situation. The child had probably accidentally started up the machine while alone in its charge, was ignorant as to handling the mech- anism and was powerless to stay its mad flight. “Save her! save her!" shrieked the young lady in wild pursuit of the run- away machine. Even at the distance Ross was away from her the agonized accents rang out clearly. Ross Evans, once high jump cham- pion of a noted athletic organization, nerved himself mightily, at the inspira- tion of old time campus ardor and the call of humanity. Death and destruc- tion hovered. The fated machine was headed for an end to its career than thirty seconds ahead. There was one way only to hope to stay its course, a way full of danger and sac- rifice. He took it. Calculating to the closeness of a single watch tick, he braced for a run. % Coming at Top Speed Was an Auto- mobile. Magnificently, as though'it were a test spring for a field prize, he rose tb meet the coming monster of speed. Ross just cleared the edge of the machine. He landed in the seat, one arm striking the brass casing of the wind shield and numbing it - Then, quick as light he shot the reverse but- ton, with a shuddering glance at the yawning pit, now not twenty feet away, and the gasping words. “Just in time!"” It was truly so, yet with superb cool- ness of nerve he swung the machine back, ‘fronting the advancing girl, spoke a reassuring word to the now huddled and sobbing child, sprang to the ground and awaited the approach of the young lady. She came towards him pale, totter- ing, on the verge of swooning, an ad- vancing vision of grace and beauty. His eyes feasted upon all her girlish daintiness of dress and innocence of face, the pitiful appeal ot frightened eyes and quivering lips. Then, as she swayed in utter collapse, Ross glided ; swiftly to her side and caught her \ pliable form in his strong arms, just {in time to save her from sinking to * the ground She was helpless, held sheltering against his broad breast, the contact thrilling him, the world and all else it contained to him a worthless bauble, could he but sweep with his own those full tempting lips. Only for an instant, however, the eyes closed. She roused to still cling to him, but braced to battle her agitation, that she might breathe out her gratitude incoherently and hastening to the machine to seize the rescued one, her sister, Ross sur- mised, she pressed her to her besom in outspolken K She had carried a little hand bag, and this had falien open to the ground when she had swooned momentarily. As Ross picked it up to restore it to her, he noted her calling cards and the name upon them: “Nellie Moore.” He restored the hand bag to her and lifted his hat. She swept his hand- some face with a searching look, as | though glad to believe that true noble- ! ness of soul lay behind that coura- geous nature. Again and again she thanked him, was sure she was able eo cperate the machine, and made ready to drive away. “No, no, come here!” cried out the peremptory little miss whose life had been saved, and she beckoned eager Iy to Ross. “What is it, little one?” he smiled. For reply the eyes of the child grew carnest and humid. She did not epeak, but reaching out she placed a #oft chubby hand on either cheek, drew him toward her and kissed him !on the lips. Then, still holding him, ill. added with an inquiring glance at her sister: . . “And one for dear Nellie, too?” The falr maiden blushed deeply, but did not gainsay the edict. Agatn Ross Evans lifted his hat courteously. A bright episode in his lite faded away as the machine disappeared, eaving him standing there, his heart warmed and thrilling. He watched the auto- mobile till it turned the next corner, responded to & Litle. hand. waving ELAND, FLA., JAN. 28, 1915. — —— | IOWRFIS Hlny and uTtered something of a sigh, ]' The glimpse of apparent wealth, i l iuxury and social distinction contrast- ed vi/idly with his own present condi- tion. A company whose mechanical engineer he had been for some years had failed. He was fairly stranded, and the prospects ahead dubious. As Ross started to leave the spot he paused ‘o pick up « small glittering objett that attracted his gaze. “A bent nickel,” ne sollioquized, glancing at it with only casual in- terest. It oad a slight mark where some heavy force had driven it out of shape. Two Initials were scratched across its face—“A. B.” Ross placed it in his pocket and for a moment thought no more of it. Two days later, however, Ross Evans treasured the disfigured coin as though it were a precious talisman. He was not given to foolish superstition, but from the hour that he picked up that nickel the tide of fortune seemed to turn. He chanced to help a crippled old man over a crowded street cross- ing. It led to an acquaintanceship. The man was a contractor. He took a liking to Ross. 'His frank, intelli- gent ways attracted him. Ross was empoyed to take charge of some im- portant construction work in a neigh- boring city. From then on he was sure of a lucrative established posi- tion. It pleased his fancy to believe that the meeting with' the fair girl he had not forgotten, and his finding the coin were harbingers of contin- ued prosperity. He cherished the fond memory of the first, and stowed the bent nickel securely inside his watch case. It was about a month later when Ross, returned to Everdem to report to his employer, chancing to pick up a local paper at the hotel read the following remarkable advertisement: “Lost, reward—$1,000 will be paid to the finder of a bent nickel marked ‘A. B’ one month since. Miss Nellle Moore, 905 Benson Terrace.” Speedily Ross was on his way to the fair advertiser, not thinking of any reward save a look at her bonny face. He was not embarrassed with threadbare attire this time. He was in appearance fully what he was—a gentleman. She welcomed him with surprise, but as well with honest pleasure shin- ing in her bright eyes. Then she explained. The nickel must have fal- len out of her hand bag at the time of the accident. She had that day taken it from her uncle’s safe to have a gold receptacle made for it, for it | was a l‘renured memento in the fam- 11y. It had stopped the course of a bullet at a time when her uncle was a vic- tim to drink. He had reformed, and treasured the coin as a memento of evil days now fully redeemed. Of course Ross.declined any reward. As he was about to depart, little Lois bounded into the room to greet him as if he were a familiar friend. “Then you have not forgotten me?” smiled Ross. “Oh, dear, no! nor sister either—I'll show you.” And taking up a sketch book she showed a drawing, a very fair present- ment of himself. Nellie blushed and tried to prevent the exhibition of it, but Ross had seen —ana hoped. And hope brought deeper love, and that was refined into a mutual affec- tion that kept the cherished bent nickel in the family. | (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) ‘The Congressional Library. The vastness of the congressional | library is shown by a recent report to i congress in which it is shown that the library contains 2,125,256 books, 135,323 maps and charts, 630,799 volumes and ‘pieces of music and 360,949 prints. The books added in the previous year amounted to 136,720 and an extension of the library is asked for with racks for 800,000 more books. The library has an average of 2,464 visitors and readers during each day of the year and yet the place seems never crowd- ed at any one time. Since the location of the Union station on its present sito many travelers with an hour to spare between trains avail themselves of the opportunity to visit this beautiful building, while it is the favorite haunt for those who are students of music, literature or art and'love to pore over its priceless treasures. — Harper's ‘Weekly. Rural Waggery. “Ira Beasore drove into town just before the big rain the other day and he saw Orio Tuttle setting tubs and barrels under all the spouts around his house,” says Tully Marshall. “So Ira pulls up and ‘hollers’ at Orio: “‘Hey, Orio! What ye doin’? “ ‘Looks like rain, an’ I'm settin’ out these tubs so's the woman can have some soft water fer her washin' Mon- day,’ answers Orio, all innocent like, and not thinking about what a great codder Ira is. “‘Sho!’ says Ira. soft water. “‘Why won't 17 “‘’Cause it's goin’ to rain hard. Haw-haw-haw! Magazine. ‘You won't git no Git ep!’"—Young's MIS TRUE ANGEL By A. J. GARTH. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) “Poor boy! dead or alive, which?” Old Abner Dorsett sat crouched over the embers of a dying fire in his deso- late home. Time was when he had stormed and raved whenever he thought or talked of his missing son. He had disowned him, had almost cursed him. Time, however, had soft- ened the smart of a terridble disap- pointment, a severe blow to fatherly trust and affection. Wiltred Dorsett; bright, handsome, twenty-two, engaged to Una Walden. the pretuest gul wa Winsted, had beea \ seut to the city by his father W invest ] | Reels | 1§ | Phone No. 340 monéy” through gambling.” From that day until this, through two lonely, heart-breaking years, old Abner Dorsett had gone about the deserted house like a dazed, numbed creature unable to rally from a deadening shock. It was Una who had won him finally ; from his bitterness and despair. What- | ever her sufferings, poor girl, she | never let the world know their depths. ‘ She hid her misery with a smile. She felt it her duty to care for the poor It was not often that Una attended any usual functibns. Hers had be- come a home life, but once in a while some close girl friend would tease her into attending a party or reception. That same evening the brother of such a friend became her escort to a birth- day celebration in the next town. He had shown marked attention to Unr, | and she regretted it and decided this I would be the last time she would ac- company hir. ' An open carriage from the livery | called for them. The driver sat muf- fled up on the front seat in his great ' coat. Una's escort carelessly regard- ed him as the sleepy-headed driver he usually employed, and after they had driven a mile or two, to the distress of Una, made a flat proposal for her hand in marriage. “I am very sorry,” she sald, “but| you must not speak of this again.” H “There is some other?” ! “There always has -been!” mur- mured Una softly;” it will be always the same.” The driver moved, stirred with some deep emotion, but silently drove them to their destination and back home | again. When he took the team to the livery he handed its proprietor a bank note with the words: “Thanks for catering to my fancy to act as a driver on a special occa- sion,” and kept his face shaded, as during his spell at the lines. | Mr. Dorsett and Una got up a turkey | dinner for the next day. That evening Una, her father and mother and her sister were invited guests, and it cheered up Mr. Dorsett to be in such friendly company. Una looked charm- ing in her spotless white bib and | tucker. | | “All ready!"” she announced at last, | ; and the well-browned turkey was u: i ered into evidence. “That is strange spoke Una, returning to the kitchen and l finding the outside door slightly open. She picked up the covered dish of ' sweet potatoes, carried it to the table her duty and was ready for the due | reward. “I decl his is simply grand and neighborly”—began Mr. Dorsett, and then he came to an abrupt pauee, the cover to the potato dish in his hand. He dropped it to stare past a steamy veil within the dish at a neat rubber- banded package of papers. “What's this?" he exclaimed, and | then fell back, overcome. “Bonds!” “Bonds?” repeated Una, vaguely, | rising up from her chair and hurry- ! ing over to his side. i “Yes,” uttered Mr. Dorsett, hoarsely, | as though some quick suggestion | brought partial illuraination to his | mind, “and the same bonds identically | that I ordered two years ago and that , Wilfred—Wilfred— What does this mean?” | “It means—it must mean Wilfred!” ! ventured Una, with a speedy gleam of | intelligence. “Did you call mé? interrupted a new voice, and there in the doorway stood—Wilfred Dorsett! | The old man got up, shaking from head to foot. Una stood etaring, pal- pitating. “It's all right, father,” spoke the newcomer, moving to the side of Mr. Dorsett and placing a loving, gentle hand upon the silvered white head. “You true angel!™ burst forth the ! returned wanderer, and his arms were extended, and Una ran into them. “Ah, you were all ready for me!™ Yes, there, as at every meal Una attended to in thc lonely house, was the plate set for the missing one. Next to it she had sat and there a mo- ment later those two were together. ! “T slipped that package into the dish the returned outcast. “I drove you over to the party last night, Una. I heard your answer to your escort. | Then 1 knew I .night hope.” A More or Less Dry Remark. “T've invented a boat made entirely of cork.” “Who will man it?" “Ob, I am the cork’s crew.” Vatyst Meck Ruffs. Velvet neck ruff and muff sets win old man. |42 i Look it over. that Trout CAN'T RESIST Lines ,' Hooks ] Reels Model Hardware Co. C. DR O eSO FISHING IS FINE! Fish are plentiful, and nothing is better sport than catching a big string of Perch, “or better vet, in landing Our Sgring Stock of Tackle has just been placed Some New Minnows a big Trout! E. TODD, Mgr. .. MAIN ST. and FLORIDA AVE. Closing Out . FURNITURE STOCK To move this Big Stock we will Sell AT COST FOR CASH IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO NAME YOU PRICES ON THIS BIG STOCK SO WE ASK YOU TO CALL AND EXAMINE THE GOODS AND PRICES, AS IT IS A PLEASURE TO SHOW YOU. Don’t Fail 10 Take Advantage of this Opportunity WE HANDLE EVERYTHING I NFURNITURE T T s S SRS REL AT L e G drdnd i i e PO Phdanin; [aaad LAKELAND FURNTURE & HARDWARE CO. S 4SS R R EE PIANOS WE SELL PIANOS, PLAYER PIANOS, ORGANS AND PLAYER ROLLS, AT PRICES FROM 25 to 40 per cent.jLess THAN ANY OTHER MUSIC HOUSE IN FLORIDA, COME AND SEE FOR YOURSELF. 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T also have a large bunch of Jung Cock Birds at K