Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 8, 1915, Page 2

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FL i m ..m‘ e THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA., FEB. 8, 1915, + ey 8y ILIIA!!TH SCHOEN COBB. “You think you will not win, Ran- | som?” | “I fear mot, Lucy. I presume that both my political rivals and myself have personally visited every voter in the county. Counting noses, the contest will be very close. The dubi- ’ ous, element includes some hard-head- ed old farmers, who refuse to pledge themselves one way or the other.” Pretty, ambitious Lucy Farwell sighed. Outside of being a matter of pride, the election of her handsome, popular husband ' as -district clerk meant $1,200 added yearly to his earn- ings as an attorney. This was the crucial day for the candidates, and Ransom Farwell arose from the breakfast table brisk and ready for the burdems and turmoil of the hour. A sudden gleam of anxi- ety came into the eyes of Lucy as she kissed her husband good-by. She gazed earnestly, almost entreatingly, into his eyes. “Dear,” she said gently, tremulous- ly, “if you shou!d not win?—" “Oh, the fortune of battle!” replied Ransom, with affected lightness. “You wouid—would not become dis- couraged, like—like when we lost that eight hundred dollars?” “You poor, anxious soul!” cried Ran- som, folding her in a close embrace. “You are trying to ask me it I will take to drink if I am disappointed in this election? That will never come, don't fear,” he added gravely. “I don’t know but what the loss of our little nest egg was a good thing, after all. At any rate, it was my fault, Lucy—and punishment.” “Oh, Ransom!" “It is true, Lucy. I never told you until now, but I was to blame. I was drinking then, and I gave Luke Bar- rett drink. Perhaps that very act led him to break into the house here three months since and steal and dis- ‘There Was Something In the Forlorn Condition of the Man That Excited Her Pity. appear with our 1ittle When I came w0 reasured hox ink it all over, i e L 2 .g vowed never to touch a drop of strong wnll gra wpmg the hand of his wel—‘FAlL lN CHARACTER DRAWING drink again—and I never will!™ “Bless you, Ransom, bless you!™ sobbed Lucy am:id her deep gladness of soul. “The lo:t money, the result of the eloction, success or not, are nothing to your uncble reeolve. 17 you win, I shall be glad and proud. It you lose, you have the conscious- ness of having made a clean honest campaign, and am I npot still your true and loving little wif~?" “The best in the world!” declared Ransom heartily, and went out to the barn to hitch up the horse and buggy i for his last day of electioneering. Just as Ransom was leading the horse out of his stall there was a rustling movement overhead. Then some hay « dust sifted down upon him through the cracks in the flooring. This was suspicious, for the old loft had not been used for over a year. Hay was bought by the bale and horse feed by the bushel. Ransom went hurriedly up the stairs, strained his eyes to see clearly in the dim light, and made out the slinking figure of a man. “Hey! what are you doing there, and who are you?" he challenged sharply. Then he peered closer. His face hardened. He clenched his fists, his eyes all but glaring. He could scarcely keep from springing upon the intruder. “You—you, choked out “Yes, what's loft of me!” desperate response. killing me, I suppose? glad!™ Ransom with a mighty effort con- trolled himself. A more wretched looking object than the interloper he had never seen. He was ragged and gaunt. Drink had brought him to this—drink, to which he. Ransom Far- well, had once been a devotee. He thought of his redemption, his sweet loving wife, his bright prospects, and relented. Of course Luke had long since squandered the stolen money. His condition shmred bitter poverty. “Come with me,” said Ransom sim- ply, and led the way to the house. His wife stared, shuddered. “Lucy,” he added, “give our old friend Luke Luke Rarrett!” he came the Do it. T'll be /& good breakfast. There's an old sult of mine that might it him, too.” “Youll—you'll be glad for this!™ | was all Luke Barrett sald. Ransom drove off. His wife timorously waited on the unexpected, almost unwelcome guest. There was sowc.hing in tne forlora condition of the man, nowever, in the ravenous way in which he de- voured the food she set before him that excited her pity. “Bless you!" said Luke Brrrett brokenly, as he completed the men! Then he appeared iike a being (o Jjuverated afier a bath and arrayed in a clean suit, of_clothes. ~1 want to do something for you, I(n hnmll." he said humbly. you have not lost your vote by belu away—" she began. “I have not, unless you people have mad. a criminal charge against me,” ’K‘hnt we have not done,” assured Mrs. Farwell. 'Yonrmwfllhlpny busband.” 1 'Tnulvm:otomponhtpluo | at onee,” sald Luke. He came back in about an hour. Then he set at work cutting some woodlldd-nluu)tlom The | “Not at all,” replied Lucy brightly, “but Ransom probably will not be home very early, so we will have our, supper now.” ! Lucy could not eat, she was so anx- fous to learn the result of the elec- tion. She sprang up from the table, all excitement and suspense, as there was a clatter of horse’s hoofs in the yard outside. She rushed to the door. A cheery whistle rang out. “Oh, that means good news!” she cried hopefully. “Who got it?” palpitated the eager Lucy. “I am elected,” announced her hus- band proudly. “Oh, I am so glad!” “By one majority.” “By one mafjority!” repeated Lucy. “Yes, a narrow shave for me, but I'm in safe and sound.” He advanced to the table and brought his hand down with a resound- ing slap on Luke Barrett's shoulder. “And here, Lucy,” cried Ransom, “{s the vote that carried the day for me—" “Oh, it can’t be true!” cried Luke, tears of joy rising to his eyes. “It 1s, old fellow,” declared Ransom heartily. “Shake!” you've squared all the past, forgotten and forgiven, Luke Barrett, this glorious day!” “Not quite,” dissented Luke, draw- ing something from his pocket. “That 1s yours.” In amazement Ransom and Lucy stared at a little pocket book. It was covered with duet, Its edges were mildewed. Its ccvers were rat-nib- bled. “Why," exclaimed Ransom, inspect- ing its contents, “the whole eight hundred dollars is here! You didn't spend any of it!” “I never took it away with me,” sald Luke, “I was dulled with drink when I broke into your “house and stole the money. In my dazed condi- tion I must have gone up into the barn loft. I went to sleep. In the night I wandered off. The next morning ten miles from here, I missed the money and fancied I had lost it along the road. I was ashamed to come back, and I've led a life of worry and star- vation. Yesterday, in the city, fum- bling in a fob pocket, hoping to find a stray dime to get a bite to eat, I fished out a pinch of hay seed. In a flash 1 seemed td vaguely recall that night in the loft I had put the money under my head, thinking it was a pillow, I came back this morn- ing and found it. 1 was desperate and h.ld about decided to make off with “he kindness vife broke me all up, I+ Tarrew,” spoke Ransom Far- come guest, “there’'s an application | for an assistant in the position I have been elccted to. I have faith in you, and you are appointed Let the three of us start out in this new hopeful life—together!" (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) | Domestic Disturbance. FISHING IS FINE! Fish are plentiful, and nothmg is better sport than catching a big string of Perch, or better yet, in landing a big Trout! Our Spring Stock of Tackle has just been placed on display. Look it over. Some New Minnows that Trout CAN'T RESIST Reels Reels Hooks o Lines Model Hardware Co. Ikene No. 340 Olanhlcmd. John Henry had been calling at th home of Myrtle Marie for man months without making much head: way toward matrimony, but eventually | little Cupid chased him out of tb bashful gloom. “Dearest,” suddenly remarked John Henry one night, going over quickly and sitting close by the side of the beautiful girl. “I intend to see your father tonight and ask him for your hand.” “You make me sigh,” wearily re- sponded the fair one. “Why will you insist on being so old-fashioned?” “QOld-fashioned?” wonderingly re- joined John. “I don’t get you, dear- est.” “Don’t go and ask him,” imperiously answered dearest. “Go tell him."— Philadelphia Telegraph. Somnolent Egyptians, ) Bgyptians 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. b In walking along the street one has ! to be careful cf every splotch of shad- ¢ ow that he comcs 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 man and lazily turn over on the other side. But these are the people that the papers are quoting as being in bloody revelt. The orly 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 American Novelists Not Happy When i They Depict Lives of American “Multi-Millionaires.” The life of our rich,especially in the great cities,has been much exploited by the large tribe of journalistic novelists. , American life as {llustrated in popular “You freel like | The trouble began with a tea fight. k““‘“’""“ fiction abounds supera- The milk was sour, the cake cut up, |bundantly in men servants, private C. E. TODD, Mgr. . MAIN ST. and FLORIDA AVE. foer, P B PP PPoPGLeO and the sugar fell out with the tongs. .c""- yachts, clubs, international mar- & The spoons clashed and the table | Fiages, spectacular luxury and display groaned. The fringes on the doilies | —all of which is quite forelgn to the snarled, and the crackers snapped. | experience of the majority of readers, The sofa and easy chairs were soon | 80d, We may suspect, to that of the up in arms, and even the clocks did | Writers themselves, writes Robert not agree, but were at sixes and sev- 'H‘m"k in the Yale Review. Our lux-| ens. Small wonder that the doors l Y, It seass o e, 16 the most unreal were unhinged! lthlnz about us as a people; in all the | ‘Things were no better in the kitch- flux of our soclal background the most | en. The pitchers were all set by the | Uncertain “‘u ”h:':;""_m' most | ears and stuck out their lips, while the . "™ - d e ‘;:' naw; | teapot and kettle poked their noses p.p‘r: magasines an i::“n.hm.fl: into everything. The range was red | % n:ll;clyApmecnp ‘: s hot, which made the saucepan look She ':vlden '““ ::n 0:;:!,:!::;:‘ : black and finally boil over. The bells l’::‘c mlnl;.mr.v elo:: As i il started jangling, all the pickles and [ 18 CeTtaWIy mervelons. A lterary,| preserves in the cupboard were jarred, | | figure of the "eam;:ln ¢ industry” 1 and there were any number of scraps that self-made “: bsd.l; mld:.hero— in the refrigerator and meat safe. 28 been Gons 0 Geath th our Bovels. Naturally, when the mistress of the But I cannot remember a single multt house reached the scene of disorder {1lional ho b blished hi the cook was put out.—Judge. { BEUIRATIS WRO RS eI m‘l nl! as a veritable person in all our fic- Sea Dogs. | thon. Alice (returned from abroad)—The Cheanest Place of All. | captain told me they had a dog watch Crusty Cu;lo'l:er—(}lmma a pound on every ship. o' sulphur. How much is 1t?” | Betty—Gracious! [ shouldn't think — pryggist—Fifteen cents they'd be afraid of burglars at sea. man, I can get it across the street for 10 cents.” Druggist (In disgust)—'“Yes, and, there's a place where you can get it ' for nothing.—Kansas City Star. Electroplating Mirrors. A new method of silvering mirrors consists of depositiug the metal on the glass by means of a high poten- | tial electric current. A plate of metal The Clerk’s Error. is placed against the glass; these are laid flat on a table and the air above them is exhausted to a high degree of vacuum. Then a small quantity of hydrogen gas is introduced and the current is turned on through a nega- tive pole attached to the metal plate. In 30 seconds the glass has been sil- | - Travers (phoning tailor)—What do | you mean by sending a bill with my new suit? I consider it an insult. Taflor (meekly)—Very sorry, sir. It's the new bookkeeper's fault; he evidently got you mixed up with those who pay. 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