Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 15, 1915, Page 7

20000000000000000000005004 —— L emond T PLACE OF PENGE By GEORGE POXMALL. ' e ——————————— Gaiks of (Copyright.) of yeggmen were in freight yards of San Anda:d l“mum Was war—real war—the yeggmen on one side and the employees on the other. A man’s life was cheaper than a barrel of apples in San Andora at that time, for the yeggman has neith- er code nor conscience. He gives no quarter, and he gets none. Four men met in the office of Yard- master O'Curran. They had met there | the previous evening, joking with the grim humor of men whose lives are ' suspended on a hair between two worlds. | Tonight there was no humor in their | grimness. Tonight there were four of them. The previous night there had been six. Tom Clarkson, brother and chiet as- sistant of the chief, snapped the maga- zine of his automatic into place and ex- pressed the sentiment of them all. “There’s only one way to beat these murderers,,” he said, “and that is, if ; you see your man before he sees you, shoot him first and warn him after.” “’Tis the only way,” agreed Yard- master O'Curran, “and ‘tis the plan I shall use myself if I get into anything. | My brother Martin is on his way home, an’ 1 want his welcome to be more fitting than a funeral.” The two Clarksons turned in quick surprise to the big yardmaster. “That's good news, Tim,” said the | chief; “when do you expect him?” | “Within the week,” answered O'Cur- ran, smiling happily. Tom Clarkson put out a hearty hal “It’s a long and lonely trail he’s b on, Tim,” said he. “I hope he doesn’t bear any grudge against me for his starting on it.” “Never a grudge did Martin bear in his life. I know you were rivals in pretty near everything, and by some luck you generally managed to beat him, but I reckon the winner felt ! more enmity than the loser, even when you beat him for the girl.” A momentary frown showed that the elder O’Curran at least felt that there was some cause for grudge. A wet mist was drifting over the yards as the men sought their vari- ous patrols. No man was more glad than Tom Clarkson that Martin O'Cur- ran was coming home, for it was when he had married the girl both had court- ed that Martin had left San Andora on his aimless, restless tramp; but the elder brother’s attitude toward him de- pressed him in spite of himself. He was aroused to the need of watchtulness by the sound of a scuf- fle at the end of & box car, and as he advanced with drawn pistol, a man with a bludgeon in his hand sprang to- ward him. He fired. He fired with the intent and skill that takes no chances. A sur- prised, frightened sob gasped from the stricken man’s lungs. For a second he stood upright, then sank to the ground—dead. From beyond the car came the sound of fleeing footsteps. Olarkson sprang past the inert figure and stumbled over another man slowly struggling to his | feet between the rails. He was evi-| dently dazed, and Clarkson, still work- ing on the principle of taking no ool J. Q. W s F 1o Dyches Building Between Park snd Auditorium. OFFICE HOURS. to 11:30 &. m. 1:30 to § p. m. 4 7:00 ¢o 8:00 p. m. tation Examination Free. Residence Phone 240 Black w. L HEATH, D. C. HUGHD. VIA, D. C. poctors of Chiropratic. Over Post ofice. Hours 8 t6 12. a. m. and 2, to 5 and 7 to 8 p. m. Graduates and Ex-Faculty mem- pers of the Palmer School of Chirapratic. Conmsultation and gpinal analysis free at office. ——— e ———— @ D. & H. D. MENDENHALL CONSULTING ENGINEERS Suite 212-216 Drane Building Fla phosphate Land Examinations and plant Designs- Karthwork Specialists, Surveys. —————————————————————— Residence phone, 278 Black. Omce phone, 278 Blue. 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You bested him always, an’ then you Kkilled him, an’ I hate you.#ill the soul of me aches with hatred of you an’ of your brother. An’ so I will till the end of the feud.” i That night the soft snow lost itself in the wet misery of rain-drenched sur- faces as it vainly tried to cover the By GEORGE ELMER COBSB. John Dunbar made love to gwmm-nmnnwuuou ! romance. He wooed her. They were | married and—lived unbappily for the rest of their lives. Or nearly so. harsh outlines of things, and black | 927 thoughts were stirred in the mind of Tim O'Curran by the distorted mem- ories of the years. The next morning Tom ' Clarkson was found in the northwest corner of | the freightyard, a thin film of snow jeweling the blatkness of his clothes and glazing his face. It was the chiet who found him— his brother. He was sitting on the ground, propped against a flat-car wheel, his head thrown back and his dead eyes staring into space, as though | anxiously following the fiight of his de- parted spirit. An ugly dent marred the fine out- | line of his forehead, brutally sufficient for its murderous purpose. The chief dropped onto his knees and ripped the stiff gloves from the stiff fingers, trying, with something of | hysteria, to chafe life back into the loved hand. Then he ripped open overcoat, coat, vest, and shirts—but beyond the cold fiesh the heart was still forever. The crunching of heavy footsteps aroused him, and he turned the agony f his strong face to the eyes of Tim O’Curran, the yardmaster. At the sight of it the black vengeance died from the heart of Tim O'Curran like | & small fire of hate before a deluge of pity. The sorrow of the grief-strick- en man leaped straight to the sorrow of O'Curran’s own grief-stricken heart. ‘ The quickened memory of his own anguish wrapped itselt around the anguish of his enemy and bound him closer than kin or love. He ran forward, white as the dead | face, and in his heart he wished that God would end his griet and remorse | with annihilation. Tenderly Clark- the wheel and arose. “The yeggmen have got him, Tim,” he said hoarsely, grateful for the pale sciously, we have meekly submitted and she has developed into a regular tyrant and pretty nigh a nuisance.” John Dunbar sighed in pure help- lessness and desperation of spirit. Looking back over the long dreary vista marking the gradual transition of his wife from a bonny but some- what self willed bride into & crochety obdurate tyro, he marveled at his pa- tience and deplored the ruinous influ- ence upon the five children born to them. “She’s a depresser and no mistake!” commented Ephriam. “It's her way or no way in everything, and hers is generally the wrong way. I pity you, John, indeed I do, from the very bot- tom of my heart!™ “Maybe she’ll change,” suggested John hopefully. “She’s been a busy bustling, worrying woman, but a | wonderfully fine housewife. I don’t ) mind giving up to her. It's her sharp, snappy or gloomy ways that bother s; to Jsturd, Mary there was such ving too much never relaxed | b : % : | £ i ass"g' iR éfiga { place where Mary bad insisted om | kee un.tnmulotphclngltlnth' It was all her fault and she looked pretty glum. But no one blamed her. John only touched her affectionately on the cheek and said: “Thankful I wore my watch! If the thieves had taken that with your pic- ture in it, I'd have mourned, I tell | you!” { And Mrs. Dunbar actually flushed and murmured: “You foolish man!” | and then her hard nature softened | still more as the jovial family kept on smiling, despite the loss of the money. . { The very next week Mary left & hot fire going while she ran over to a neighbors. It was to return to find the house in flames. It burned to the ground. + Again her fault! smiled, saying pleasantly: . “Suppose you'd been in the house! 1 tell you, we're lucky people. You deserve a new house with more con- - | veniences in it, and you're going to have it!" i And the day this splendid new edi- . fice was completed, and the smiling faces of the whole family beamed on ! mother as she came up the steps, her lip quivered. | “John, I'm—I'm going to behave jrs CHARLOTTE®HARBOR AN NORTHERN RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” SAFETY FIRST. ATTRACTIVE SERVICE. COURTESY |[FOR THE INFORMATION OF THE PUBLIC SCHEDULE —=Subj EFEECT JANUARY 1ST, 1915 to Change Without Notice— uthward., . .No. 84.|.No. 83. “ 128 ‘128 p.m. 9 30 5 45 a.m. 'AT1 ATLANTIC COAST LINB .Nort! No. 89 “126. Lv Lv. Lv “ees. Jacksonville ...... Ar| p.m. Lakeland ... . Ar| .5 30 Tampa ... . Ar| 726 . Winston ....... Lv|s 615 No. 3 C.H.& N.| Limited s 618 6 28 BOCA GRANDE ROUTE No.2 .[C.H&N. Limited LY «..... 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O'Cur-; ran, in desperate hope, bent down to the lifeless clay, from which he knew the life had gone six hours before. *Twas & cruel deed,” he muttered. N : “*Twas a cruel deed,” but his fast- falling tears would not warm back the life his own hand had taken. Together they carried him to the freight shed. The O'Curran and the Clarkson plots were side by side, and two days later they 1aid him beside the man whom he o ; had sent on the journey so short a | while before him. . i But the spirit of tragedy still hav- . ered over the freightyard of San An- dora, for Tim O’Curran knew that this | ®The House Has Been Burglarized.” was not the end of the feud. With bent head he stood by his me. She throws a cloud over every- brother's grave and fought the matter thing cheerful. The children simply out with his soul. | tolerate the home. Some day there'll At length he found strength for the be & break and I dread the cheerless resolve he would make. i1ife Mary will lead when the home “"was & cruel vengeance I took for | circle begins to amash up.” the life of you, Martin,” he muttered, | “I say, John, you look gray and “but "tis the grief of the living an’ not tired and worn out,” abserved Eph- i«the ghost of the dead that has haunted ' .oy wyoi néed &' Mtfle change. of smiles!” (Copyright, 1918, by W. G. Chapman.) NO DANGER OF BURIAL ALIVE Fearful Fate May Be Classed as an Impossibllity in This Day of Sclentific Knowledge. There is a widespread belief among educated persons that burial while still alive is, though not probable, at least possible. 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I can feel the love an’ the ache gironzer for & new battle with life.” signedly. “You can't prove nothin’ on | oo yiy pert, for did 1 not feel it for yet there are many other signs, no one of which is incontrovertible, nt' that when taken together, even in the ' absence of putrefaction, make the dl-} Raymondo Eldg, Lakeland, Florida s i AR A AR BLANTOR, ATTORNEY AT LAW Office in Munn Building Lekeland Florids W. §. PRESTON, LAWYER Offioe Upstairs East of Court House BARTOW, FLA. Examination of Titles and Ress P tate Law a Speclalty MERCER RICHARDS ll”%Y%‘lCuN AND SURGEON Ofice: Rooms 5 and 6, Elliston Blag Lakeland, Florida Phones: Office 378; Resid. 301 Blue ————————— FRANK H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Dickson Brilding Office phone 40Z. Kes. 312 Red Special attention to drafting lega) papers. Marriage licenses and abstracts furnished R W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. M -Groover Bldg. Telephones: Office 351; Bu.. 113 Red Lakeland, Floride J. H. 0N ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Buildmg Practice in all courts. Homestead. claimg located and contested Established In July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST Room 14 and 15 Kentucky Building ————————_— LOUTS A. FORT me mor'n trespass. Did you get the . guy you fired at?” “You bet I did. It's the only way to* make sure of you murdering thieves.” “Huh! Them I guess *:cre'll be somebody to pay an’ no brimstone hot. | He warn't no yegg." “He made a pretty good imitation ' of one when he came for me with his club.” | The yeggman laughed sardoaically. | “Say, bo,” he sald, “I reckcn you shot the yardmaster’s brother. That’s who | he said he was. He clubbcd me on the head when I tried to wake him go in | with us.” The sickening hor-or of *hat minute, | and the ordeal of the next few days | The suggestion led to action. John ot | Dunbar broke the routine of a quar- ““Twas o cruel an’ o senseless teud, cit, ™l thore B atended. the made in my own mind as it is borne (heqter, If Mary had known of that in my own heart, an’ 'tis myself only geqrfyl sin she would probably have can end it. So I will go to Jim Clark- | divorced him! son an’ I will say: i John had never seen a play before. “‘My pity has eaten the heart out 1y wag chance or destiny, surely provi- of my revenge, but 'tis by the mercy gence, that he was fated to witness of God. 80 now, end the feud, but do o wopderful home drama that ran it by the way of the law, an’ 80 gain only for that night. Perhaps the in- yourself. An’ now his is added to my ' ease for your grief an’ rest for my soul.’ He knelt for a moment by the grave, then, arising, turned to go, and, bright- er than the moonlight, looking into his own were the eyes of Jim Clarkson. lnuflancod John was the only one | who saw the real merits of the plece and took its rare lesson to heart. It | was homely, simple, pure and clean. Its main character was a modern | Heraclites who laughed his way into agnosis absolutely sure. | 2 recent meeting of the Brighton ' ssex Medico-Chirurgical soclety "L, A, Parry discussed the various conditions that might be mistaken for death and pointed out. that whep . the several signs of death Were observed by a trained eye there could be mo mistake. However, he told his hear | ers that in England at least such care- ful observation was rare. | The heart may stop beating, but this does not necessarily mean that the pa- | tient is dead. The writer recaiis a case ' in his personal observation when a woman’s heart stopped beating 34 times in 12 hours and each time was started up again by injection of brandy ' SPECIAL DALE - . For THIRTY DAYS we will Make a Special Sale on the Snow began to sift through the still the play, all the way through it and alr. For an eternity they stood and faded out of it leaving a smile on the wrote haggard lines upon the face of ioreq into each other’s eyes. Finally faces and in the hearts of those of Tom Clarkson. Sad of soul, he went back to duty, and the big yardmaster, Tim O'Curran, with a pitiful ache in his heart, read and reread the letter in which his| brother had told him that his fit of wanderlust had passed and he was | coming home. Two days after the funeral Tom stepped softly into the yardmaster's office and closed the door after him., The yardmaster, bending unseeingly | over some papers, looked up as the shadow fell across the light. “Tim,” said Clarkson, “I don’t know exactly what I've come to say, but somehow I want to add my sorrow to yours and to know that you bear me no enmity.” O'Curran stared at him with hard eyes and grimly set lips without say- ing a word, and Clarkson knew that the hope that he had felt was vain; but pity for the sorrow he had brought was in his heart. “] hope you bear me no enmity, Tim,” he said gently. The thin, grim line of O'Curran’s lips parted. He spoke in his low, rich, Irish voice, with the faint suggestion of brogue. «'pis the family feud, Tom,” said be. “1 guess 'tis the family feud. Me an’ Martin, an’ you an’ Jim have been arrayed against each other since we were in knee pants, an’ 1 guess we Clarkson spoke. &'So it was you who killed my broth- {er,” he sald. “Jim,” said O'Curran, “I was crazy with grief for the poor boy coming home. As for the dead, Jim, ‘tis but a little hastening on the road; but for yourself my heart has broken itself over your sorrow, an’ my spirit has brooded ovcr yours as a mother try- ing to comfort a child, and 'twas the punishment of God that I could give you no comfort. So now, take me, an’ end the feud an’ ease your grief.” “I will end the feud,” said Clarkson quietly. “Pity has eaten the heart out of my revenge, too, and over these graves let us end the feud.” ‘With wonderful gentleness he took the hand of O’Curran. The snow fell softly, white and clinging, as the benison of heaven. A lady had a iend who called to see her one day, accompanied by her poodle. On the way they met an old beggar woman, whose appearance so annoyed the dog that it promptly bit the mendicant, whose howls and la- mentations terrified the kind-hearted “Here, my poor woman, here's ten shillings for you,” she said, nerv- ously tendering the coin. The old woman grabbed it, and then fell on her knees in the middle of the road and started praying for all she was worth, regardless of mud or mo- his audience who were uttentive and sympathetic. At all events that play made such an impression upon John Dunbar, that when he got home he called together out in the woods all the family except “mother.” “I've got an idea, or rather a play 1 saw has given me an idea,” he sald. “I want to tell you all what it is, and then as the true and loving children you are I want you help me in a plot to—to—well, to reform mother.” | “As if mother with her suspicious | ways wont scent out the deepest !/ scheme you could devise, father!” submitted the eldest boy, Ronald. | “She can’t—no trouble if she does. The plan is a harmless one. Home has grown to be a gloomy solemn | Let's unite and make it just father?” yearold Blancke. “Smile. If mother is cross, dont get grompy. If she's out of sorts, | don't cater to it. Just smile-smile- smile. I want you all to help me make of the rather uncomfortable old homestead a house of smiles, see?— | i inquired sixteen- I and of nitro-glycerine. That is more than six years ago and the woman is alive and strong today. { It is often very difficult to tell the precise moment of death, but when the New Improved White Rotary Sewing Machine Thirty Dollars Cash Just one-half the usual price Takes one of them eyeballs become flaccid and lose their death has come. The greatest guard against premature burial length of time that in this elapses before the body is consigned to the ground. I Hadn't Spolled the Paper. | “Everything seems to be goiag | wrong,” sighed the poet. “I asked the | maid at my lodgings this morning what had become of the paper that/, I'd left lying on my desk. ! “‘Oh, sir,’ she said, ‘I thought it was | waste paper and I threw it in the wastepaper basket.’ , “‘No, I sald, ‘it wasn't waste paper. I hadn’t written anything on it yet.'” —Youth’s Companion. Don’t let this opportunity pass without supplying your needs. The quantity is limited. Come at once. When they are Somnolent Egyptians. gone we can’t duplicate the order. Egyptians can lie down and go to sleep anywhere. They look around good name, eh: ‘The House of until they find a particularly busy Smiles!"” | place n the street where there is a There was a certain fairly mischiew patch of shade, wrap a dusty cloth ous spirit of delight injected into the. around their faces, curl up and peace- situation. When Mrs. Dunbar that fully glide off into a dreamless sleep. evening began her usual “I'm d-l;ln walking along the street one has worn out with this ceaseless house- | to be careful of every splotch of shad- | We need THE CASH. You need the Machine. Our interests are mutual. shall be till one of us ends the feud | ARCHITECT e Kihler Hotel. Lakeland. Florids e | Me an’ Jim, tne two elast, | people say the lower orders Rerids 4 ¢ was | are irreligious and ungrateful,” solllo- | were pretty even matched, an’ i work!” her husband beamed upon her expansively, with the comforting ob- servauon. “iundl's because you in- sist on doing it better than anybody 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 it Come let us Serve you. = | more a game of give an’ take. —— A RUNY. Rooms g‘nld %, do Blds. All necessary drugs furnished with- out extra charge Residence phone 303. Office Phone 410 SICK? 8 Lakeland Sanitarium Drs. Hansa HARDIN BLDG - } Byt Martin was a soft an’ gentle mfl,u'youbenhunnmnnr everything. Finally you beat him out | for the woman he loved as only tms tender heart of him could love, an' that sent him wandering oo quest for peace. “Whether quized her ladyship, who was quite touched by the exhibition. At last the supplications up, yawn thankfully that you are & 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 revolt. The only dan- ger of revolt would be if some coun- try should come along and pass & law HARDWARE CO.