Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 3, 1915, Page 6

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 LE R N ] Our Hart,Schaffoer and Marx Suits are selling better this Fall than last. Now is your time to get one. Also, our Boys’ Suits are extra good in Quality and Low in prices. Come in and look over our Stock and convince yourself as to Prices and Quality ofjour Merchandise. | The Hub THE HOME OF JOS. LeVAY By MARY HOWELL FOOTE. Cannons were booming, but in a country at peace. Martial music filied the air, but it was the accompaniment to military practice maneuvers. Ger- ald Price and Grace Rowland sped along the smooth sloping shore of Chesapeake bay, noting the same and taking in at a safe distance naval and camp tactics. “The last day of the week, the last | day of the month, the last day of my vacation,” spoke Grace, with quite a sigh, and she bestowed a glance of un- derveiled real gratitude and apprecia- tion upon the escort who had tried to make her two weeks' respite from studio work in the hot, dusty city pleasant for her. “And the last auto drive we shall take together,” murmured Gerald in tones of manifest regret. “There—there is next season, you know,” suggested Grace, with a hope- ful smile. - There was that in her tones that thrilled Gerald Price—genuine sincer- ity. He did not follow up the mute beckoning of those lovely, longing eyes. He was a shy fellow and he blushed. Then ‘a narrow, winding course required some expert maneuv- ering, and the thread of the conversa- tion that might haye led to his heart's desire was interrupted. He was shy and reticent in mind and manner, this novice in the courts of love. Many a time at lawn parties and picnics he had envied the big, boisterous fellows whose brisk ways he took for courage He had not their initiative, he thought. He must ap- pear as their inferior, he decided. And this had made him timid-hearted whenever he was with Grace. That he loved her deeply he was sure. That she returned his affection he very much doubted The bold, brash ways of forward youths had not made the impression upon Miss Rowland that he fancied, but Gerald did not know this She was, however, disappointed that Ger- ald did not act more self-assertive. His shyness was rather a merit with her, for it covered intense respect for the Hart Schaffner and Marx Good Clothes ] D, FLA., FEB. 3, 1916. | Afchored In (56 sand. Now a speedy | conception of their situation came to the mind of Gerald as he recognized what 't really was. He stepped quick- ly to the edge of the elevation that screened them from the bay. He gave a quick gasp. A mile out in the bay two battle- ships were ranged. The “dunes” were target points, and as Gerald glanced over the one that shieMed them he observed a round, white-painted wood- en target at its apex. Just then a second shot plowed up the sand into a great cascade mot twenty feet from them. The next might strike the target base beside them. “Quick!” he said, rushing back to the machine and almost tearing from Grace the white, flowing vell she wore. Grace, thrilled, petrified, saw him run back, describe a wild leap, and he landed or a staggering balance on the top of a hummock, steadying himself across its uneven surface by climbing to the edge of the great target. Out from his hand waved the loug white veil. Could they see him? ‘Would they see him? His heart quiv- ered as a puff of smoke from one of the distant vessels was followed by a bounding blotch, boring space, and a shot landed 50 feet short of the hum- mock. A second puff of smoke—but still FISHING Fish are plentiful, and nothing is better sport than catching a big string of Perch, or better yet, in landing a big Trout! Our Siring Stock of Tackle has just been placed on display. Look it over. Some New Minnows that Trout CAN'T RESIST Reels Reels Lines Hooks —— Model Hardware Co. Phone No. 340 Gerald stood at his post of peril, wav- ing the filmy signal, and then—the crisis! the climax! Gerald was conscious of a terrific shock. That last shot, better aimed than its predecessor, had neared the target. It had not struck it, or he would bave been killed. It landed against the base of the hummock and sent it splitting apart, and, dizzied, stunned, Gerald found himself sinking through space. It might have been a minute, it might have been an hour when Ger- ald aroused to sensibility, he knew not which at the moment. He had en- dured a great shock, but was not oth- erwise injured. He was lying amid the partial ruins of the hummock, his head in Grace's lap. She was wring- ing her hands distractedly and the tears were raining down on his face. “He 1s dead!” she wailed. “And for my sake! And I thought he had no courage! Oh, my dear! my dear!” and she leaned over and kissed his cheek in a transport of mingled love and despalir. “What glorious medicine!” Gerald could not help but ery out ecstatically, thrilling under the magic of love's marvelous restorative, He sat up and extended his arms towards her, the words of hope and happiness upon his lips, but there was an interruption. A small boat had been sent ashore from the battleship to inv e the vell signal and pos- sible damage done. “Oh, that dreadful moment!” shud- dered Grace, as, two hours later, the machine repaired, they started on their way. “Oh, happy day!” cried the delight- ed lover. “I bless the hour that brought us into deadly peril.” . (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) Nancy laughed. “There isn't any se- cret about that” she answered. “Everybody here knows that. It's goldenrod. You steep the flowers in hot water and add a little alcoliol and —" And Nancy gave him the secret. “May I come another day when you are making the extract?” asked the young man. “Yes, I reckon I'll be making some this day next week,” Nancy answered. mother, when he had gone, “you might have got hold of a young fellow like that instead of that good-for-nothing Nancy said nothing. But she sighed a little that night when Jim, out of work as usual, sat glumly at her side and asked, for the tenth time that year, Nancy and Jim had been engaged for years. But he had never held a po- sition more than a week or two, and, | while the girl felt the bond of old as- | sociation, she had begun to think seri- | ously of the future. When Mr. Brown called, a week la- | ter, Nancy had a steaming pot of gold- was quickly initiated into the mystery ol dyeing the fabrics. ] “It seems too good to be true,” said the young man “We thought those vegetable dyes had been forgotten long ago. I am authorized to pay you this in remuneration.” And he handed her a crisp bundle of bills. Nancy drew back. “Why, Mr. IBrown." she said, “everybody knows how to make goldenrod dye. It isn't Worth anything—really.” But he left the bills upon the table “Seems to me, Nancy,” grumbled her | g | | % Jim Penny.” | %% & when she would marry him, ! i@ enrod extract upon the table, and he i C. E. 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Moleskins have been extensively tged in this country during the last “|ifew years in making fur garments, Out From His Hand Waved the Long White Veil. young ladies with whom he came in contact. Altogether he was a gentle- man, but she could not palliate a tim- idity which might imply cowardice. Two evenings previous, in the white moonlight, amid garden airs redolent with the soft perfume of flowers, he had very nearly told her all. The passing of a laughing, chaffing couple of friends had abashed him. He was embarrassed and il} st ease after that, ,8nd Grace found hfm poor company for the rest of the evening. She was somewhat nettled, she knew not why. She had not yet fully fathomed the real depths of her budding soul. Today, Gerald of a verity believed it would be his final companionship with the falr young creature who bad transformed his whole life. She was returning to a southern city, he to the West. They would be widely separat- ed. He dreaded a refusal of his love. Faint-hearted and senmsitive, he had made up his mind that he woul not speak the words that might bring him crushing despair. He would seek her permission to correspond with her, and hope for the future: “We seem to be off the regular course,” he remarked, as he diseov- ered that they were crossing am unfa- miliar reach of barren land fronting the bay. “Yes, 1 do not remember of having ever been here before,” responded Grace. “There is a road here,” observed ‘Gerald, “so we may as well keep on. Tt may turn into a better one beyond that grove of trees. Ah, a break- down!” In truth it was. Directly behind what seemed to be a small sand dune, the wheels stuck in the heavy sand, came to a stcp A spap had an- nounced a breakage through the um- usual pulling stress. Gerald got out and lonked the machine over “T am: sorry.” be said “but 1 shall nave to walk back to the last garage we passed on the regular road and get a repair man.” “But that is miles away!” Grace in dismay. “Oh, no, not more than three miles. I fear you must remain here—" “Oh! what is that?" Gerald had come up to the side of the machine. With a violent start Grace reached out and clung to his arm, trembling all over. Boom—crash! ! He, too, was suddenly startled. Somewhat beyond them was another elovation, like to the ome in the shadow of which the automobile was said and pratically all of the supply has been imported from Europe.: In the belief that the common mole of east- ern United States produces fur of equal value, skins were submitted to professionzl furriers, who stated that i the quality is superior to the forgign | product. A report on the economic status of the eastern species was pub- lished during the year. The mole in- habiting the northwestern coast is larger than the common eastern spe- cies, and a number of these have been collected in order to obtain a report on the quality of the pelt. If the tex- ture of the fur proves to be as good as that of the eastern animal, there is no reason why trappers should not secure | & good income by capturing these ani- mals, as the area they inhabit is ex- tensive. In many localities an acre of ground supports as many as a hun- dred individuals. If this little animal ean be profitably trapped for its fur the problem of freeing agricultural areas from it will practically be selved. HER GOLDENROD DYE By MURIEL CHANCE. It was the most wonderful experi- ence that Nancy had ever had. For a long time after it happened she could not make herself believe that it was true. She was weaving in the attic, mak- ing the homespun rugs which had be- come a village industry in the little Pennsylvania town. Her winter's work brought in enough money to buy a few luxuries for her bedridden mother and clothes for Nonie, at school. Suddenly & knock came below and, when Nancy went down, she saw a young mam, & stranger, standing at the,door. “l am told that you make the best Tugs in the village, Miss McLane,” he said. “May I see some of your work?” She showed him some. Certainly the contours were straight, and not higgle- dy-piggledy like those of most of the village rugs. However, the young man was interested in other details than that. “My name is Cyrus Brown, and I am from the rug factory at Altoona,” he said. “We want to buy the secret of your vegetable dye—the yellow one.” | with this view, was strongly against | ! Jim with a cry of pleasure and told were five hundred dollars! Breathless, she ran after the visitor, came back and wrote a letter to the { rug factory explaining that a mistake had been made. Her mother, though inclined to agree but he was out of sight. And so she ' Nancy's posting the letter. That evening Naucy, radiant, ran to ' him what had occurred, showing him the bills. 1 To her amazement Jim became al- ! most inarticulate with anger. \ “Five huhdred dollars for a trade secret!” he shonted. “Why, it's worth | five thousand at the least.” “But, Jim, everybody knows how to make goldenrod dye,” Nancy protest- YOURSELF. IEINCE. ed. “We'll tell them that we stipulated ' for five thousand,” be said, “and I'll take this lot, Nancy, to make a first | payment on that cottage I spoke | SEGEGPEEEEIEEEEEEEIeoas about.” A few days later the young man called again. “We have received a letter from a Mr. Penny, threatening to bring lultl on your bebalf for five thousand dol- | lars—" he began. “The company sent ' me to investigate. Do you really make such a claim, Miss McLane? “Mr. Brown, I don't want to take a penny!” she cried. ‘Why, I—I gave you the secret and—" I She brought the money and thrust it into his hands. “That shows you what I feel about it!" she cried. And it took the whole afternoon, until supper time, before Mr. Brown could convinee Nancy of the value ol1 a commercial secret. In fact, it took 80 long that Jim came in upon the couple unawares as Mr. Brown was ex- plaining to Nancy after supper was over. “Hum! I guess I see where the nig- ger lay,” remarked the young man, sur- veying the eouple with a cool stare. “Nan, if you're going to let yourself be cheated out of your money by a swin- dler like that, all I say is, I wash my hands of you.” Nancy got up with dignity. “Per- haps you would like to talk to Mr. Prown alone,” she said meaningly. But Jim Penny beat a hasty retreat. Writing letters was more to his taste. He wrote Nancy a long one after the engagement was announced. It con- tained a request for money. But the girl never knew that, because she put it in the fire unopened. She had left l."m Penny behind her now that the new life was at hand. “He's just another trade secret be- tween us, dear,” said her fiance, laugh- ing. (Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) DO_YOUR OWN SHOPPING e O,y,x” Look for the Trade Mark! 5 § Hostery Gives the Bfl-\"-AIUEMYw Money Every Kind frem Cotton to Silk, For Men, Wemen and Chiliren Any Color and Style From 25¢ to $5.00 per pajr Sold by All Good Dealers. NEW YORK 000 a ™o You W ant Fresh Clean WE SELL PIANOS, PLAYER PIANOS, ORGANS AND PLAYER ROLLS, AT PRICES FROM 25 to 40 per cent. Less THAN ANY OTHER MUSIC HOUSE IN FLORIDA, COME AND SEE FOR PIANOS TUNED, RE- PAIRED, AND MADE LIKE NEW ALL WORK WARRANTED STRICT- LY FIRST CLASS, 28 YEARS EXPER- HENRY WOLF & SON PERMANENT RESIDENCE, PIANO PARLOR AND REPAIR SHOP. 401 S. Mass. Ave, Phone 16-Black AR PRPLE PP P80 8838 E P8P GROCERIES? 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