Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 16, 1915, Page 6

TER OF TEMPER Py Sy LOUISE DRISCOLL. (Copyright) Elaworth pushed the little. electric button and turned to look again about the neighborhood. A long line of brownstone houses stretched on either sido of the way, little pointed windows displaying a variety of met or Nottingham lace cur- The street had never been Quite Numerous ash barrels the mistress of the house, as & the sidewalk Elsworth, regard- {ndifference born of EEW [ recognized some of the furni- There was a rocking chair he chosen himself. He felt a little creep into his throat as he looked at it It was as though the inani- mate thing had risen to strike him. And there was the piano. S0 Rose had kept the piano. It showed the effect of having been moved more times than was good for There was an air of disorder in the The table was overlaid with a light cloud of dust. 3 An impuise to run away seized him, & new fear joining the old repug- nance; but he conquered both and rose to greet her, looking quiet, only his eyes were tense. Rose had come in carelessly. She supposed he was looking for rooms. “Well, of all things!” she said, and sat down suddenly; and then: “I sup- pose you're looking for rooms? Ain't it funny?™ Elsworth found his voice. “Why, no,” he said. He found it was not easy to tell her the truth. “You see—I was looking for you. I met Sara Walton in London last month. She told me about you. All you had been doing these last years. The time you were on the stage—in the store—keeping boarders—" She interrupted htm. “You didn't think I was living on what you sent, did you?” she inquired tartly. “I sent all I could,” he protested, “and as long as I knew how to reach Jou; but after Desborough died I couldn’t find out where you were. 1 bave more money now. My last book zeally paid—you fipd it hard to believe that?” he smiled for the first time. She refused to meet his jest. . “I got along,” she said sullenly. He felt very awkward. Rose hadn't changed. He laughed uneasily. “We made rather a mess of things, Rose,” he said. She flashed another look at him without making any answer, so he spoke again: “It was rather a shock to meet Sara as I did. She brought it all back to me so vividly. She set me wondering how much of it could have been helped. I know I was wrong a good deal of the time. I want to be fair about that.” “You haven’t changed a bit,” she de- clared hotly. “You just sit there and talk; and you'll sit there and talk aN night, it I'll let you.” Elsworth was slightly offended. It ¥as alluridiculously like the past they 8107 THAT COUGH Don’t let that cough hang on. Stop it before it goes too far. : Py p BY HENLEY AND HENLEY FOR SALE IN LAKELAND YOUR Are worth more to you than most any other part of the When you feel them growing tired, hurting, s or drowsy, think of Cole & Hull for your glasses. our own lense grinding, all broken lenses duplicated. “A PLEASURE TO SHOW GOODS.” | COLE & HULL body:. “I only wanted to make the thing)| clear,” he told her; “it we could talk it over quietly, we might both feel better.” Rose shook herself impatiently. “What's the use of talking it over?” she exclaimed. “Who wants to talk it over? I've got along all right and you look as though you had. People are good to me—I'm that kind. You got notice of the divorce, didn’t you?” “Yes—yes,” he sald, “from Dakota. Yes. To tell you the truth—I confess 1 't pay much attantion to it T've never t:fi:m_ again, and I was 80 busy Rose sniffed audibly. “I can believe mlht.' she remarked with some as- “Perhaps I gave too much attention to my work,” he confessed. “I can see that now. At first it was with the idea of making more money—you always needed money, Rose.” He was very uncomfortable. “What ground did you give for divorce?” he asked with a new curiosity as he reviewed their life together. “Nonsupport and extreme cruelty,” replied Rose glibly. He laughed involuntarily, and Rose stiffened perceptibly, half insulted. Then he rose and paced the little parior; twice and three times he went before he stopped in front of her chair. “Of course that's all nonsense,” he said. “You know that as well as I do. I gave you more than I could afford, and you didn’t know what cruelty was. I probably did spend too much time over my work. You needed a lot of things I never thought of. I donm't blame you for being dissatisfied. I was 80 tired of quarrels and worried with debts that I wasn't really sorry when I found, you'd gone. We may as well be honest about that. I just . went into my work a little harder and aqua regia (a mixture of nitric and again. left the country before long. The a lodger?” he inquired. “No,” said Rose. ‘He’s not going stay. 'm awful sorry I'm not ready hadn’t finished dressing.” “That’s all right,” he said indulgen ly. “You run along and get ready. Wwait. And, say—don’t take any more lodgers, anyway. We better get mar little Rose tion. “You're awful good,” she said. GOOD RESULTS OF-ACCIDENTS eries Have Been Brought About by Chance. & small quantity of starch at the bot- ! tom. . Thomas Bolsover, a Shefeld me- chanic, was mending the handle of a knife made of copper and silver. He! began to melt. He took them from the fire, let them cool slightly, then rolled and hammered them to the desired thickness. This was the origin of “Sheflield plate,” all of which was made ; in this way until electroplating was invented. Cornelius Dubbel left a bottle ot! muriatic acids) on a shelf. It fell “1 am Poor, Very Poor.” son over, however, he lost his position. No new ones offered. Near the himself his mishap had overcome him, and here he was, helpless. Apparent. 1z he was not friendles, however, for 118 envirdnmient suggested that hié was under the charge of a faithful and at- tractive nurse. It was dusk when Ralph awoke He observed a light in the next room and made out his nurse and “I sent you money through Desbor | over; the acid ran down over a win : a weazened, elfish-faced old man con- ough as long as I could. After he died I couldn’t seem to reach you.” “Oh, I got along,” she said. “I al- ways do. I'm the kind people look out for. 1 got paid pretty well in the chorus because I'm pretty, and they put me in the front row. But I couldn’t learn to dance, so I couldn't get in the next show. Then I went in Opper- sham’'s and sold lace for a while till they put me in the millinery to show off hats. Then I had a friend who had i a boarding house and she wanted me to come with her, so I did and stayed until she died. We did pretty good, but since then I've only kept lodgers because I wasn't going to bother to| try to suit people with meals.” Blsworth stood looking at the rock- ing chair. It seemed to understand him better than she did. After a min- ute he came back to her. “There is one thing, Rose, I've got | to know,” he said. “Sara said—the childi—was that true? Was there a child, Kose?” dow and dropped into a bottle con- taining an extract of cochineal. This | turned to a vivid scarlet. Dubbel ! found that the acid had dissolved some ' of the tin of the window casing and the combination had produced a new color. A few experiments added the' most brilliant color to the list of dyes. ! _— - Polish That Brings Out Natural Tint. A superior polish that is said to have been kept always on hand a century ago in the best households is a sim- ple mixture and is made so inexpen- | sively at home that it can be used as freely to keep the hardwood floors in order as for polishing furniture, ny-i the Washington Herald ! A quart ot turpentine may be used and added, cut into fine pieces, a quar- ter of a pound of the beeswax—the old yellow variety. It will take several days To dissolve the wax, but a little shaking at intervals will shorten the time. When it is ready to use it will be of the consistency of cream, and ! versing. “I am poor, very poor,” the latter ‘was whining. “I cannot afford expense. Get money from him, if he has any.” “No, uncle,” spoke the girl definite {1y. “I know from his ravings while in fever his whole story, and it is a piti- ful one: See, uncle, he himself will -surely find some way to pay the sur- geon when he is well. As to the little he costs us, the way we live, you can surely spare that for the sake of sweet’ charity.” “Charity! charity!” groaned the old man. “Who gives me charity? No. no, I tell you I am poor, poor! See how miserably I am obliged to live! See how hard I work in the city! He must pay—pay!” : “He will, when he récovers” declared the young girl. “Oh, uncle! would you drive him ont, possibly to become crippled for life, because of mneglect? *“I aid not appreciate you while I had you!” he cried to 1t. “Oh, is there Rose's eyes went wide with a look | should be used sparingly and rubbed | Yo% time? Is there yet time?* that flashed deep into his soul. She' clenched her little hands and opened | them befores he spoke. “That was soon over. dead,” she said, “When?" “It was eight months after I left. 1 didn’t know till I'd gone. Then it was too late. I went to a hospital. It was: born dead. It was a girl. I didn't, think I had to tell you.” “How you must have hated me,” he It was born Rose moved uneasily. “Oh, I don't hate you now,” she assured him. “I'm like that. I get over things.” Elsworth paced the floor and came back to her again. “Will you try it again, Rose?” he said gently, “I was very wrong. 1 wish you'd try it again.” Rose edged away from him, shrink- ing. “Oh, no!” she said. “Oh—no— no! 1It's too late. You're all right. I'm not mad at you. Only—" ‘The door bell rang briskly three times. A sudden change crept into Rose’'s manner, a shade of anxiety came into her blue eyes. “You better go,” she urged. all right. I'm not your kind. It was & mistake always. You'd be sorry. 1 wish you would go.” She pushed him gently out of the room. It was impossible to mistake her sincerity in wishing him to leave. At the door he passed a portly, red- faced man of prosperous appearance| who vouchsafed him a civil nod and entered as one who knew the place. Elsworth hardly saw him, but, stood for a minute looking back at the house before he went on down the' shabby street. He had no regret for| what he left, but hig breath came.un- EYES rt- We do Jewelres and Optometrists Lakeland, Fla. WISDOM AND GENEROSITY are shown by the young man who purchases diamonds One Girl.” cheaper. for his “Just Diamonds never grow They have an advancing value that makes them one of the best investments in the world. Come see our showing. You will find a stone here that will taste and fit your price limit no mat. ter what it may be. Conner & O’Steen please your Postofice Next Door to Us L ey NORTONS _ARLIG “You're | yng picture presented to his conscious- in well with an old plece of flannel. l It used lavishly as one is tempted to | do with things that are cheap, it will | look smeary. The luster from this polish is beau- tiful and enduring. Every time it is used it seems to.enrich and bring out the natural tints of the grain. SDODIDIDIRIDIDIDEDIDIDID0D By WALTER JOSEPH DELANEY. “How did I come here?” murmured Ralph Norton, and turned in his bed and gazed out through the window of a cheerless, sparsely furnished room. Far as he could see the sluggish river wound in and owt a low marshy stretch. Barges loaded with coal ! moved lazily along. Beyond a group of | dilapidated factories and shipyards was the city. It recalled the last fad- ness, how long since he knew not, but that problem was instantly solved. “We found you outside, where you had fallen into a cinder pit,” spoke & melodious voice, and Ralph turned his glance to see, seated near his bed, a young girl sewing. She was poorly, but neatly dressed. She wore few articles of adornment, Ler hair was worn without attention to fluff or lummery, but the sweet re- pose of her face, the kindly gentle eyes arrested the attention of the invalid' and held it riveted. “You have been there four days, unconscious,” she went on. “You must not move, the doctor says, for your left ankle is broken.” Ralph winced as, moving the mem- ber in question, he was promptly made aware that it was not in normal con- dition. “You are strangers to me,” said Ralph weakly, “and this is a strange place. I recall wandering aimlessly | about the docks with my suitcase.” “That is here, safe,” spoke the girl. “We found it by your side. You m\utl have stumbled and fallen. The doctor I called was at first serious about the bruise on your head, but he said this morning that all danger had passed for that and you would have the broken : limb only to trouble you.” | “Only,” repeated Ralph bitterly un-: der his breath, and then sheer weak- ness causeed him to close his eyes and his mind drifted hazily. His thoughts took in a present very | unhappy and forlorn condition. He had left his home after a quarrel with his wealthy uncle, to make his own way in | the world. Alas! it had been a hard, awakening experience for the disap-; combat in the journalistic arena with | “Mwhonovmom'hwm He had come from home with & very | good outft, and his dressiness had | belped him get several. good-assign- I ‘With the picture still in his hand, he staggered to the mirror. ; There was no doubt of it. The large bald spot in the center of his head was still spreading. “Oh, why did I not take care of it while I had it?” he moaned, and agatn his eyes fell yearningly on the picture of himself taken seven years before.— Detroit Free Press. Be humane, for my sake; 1 will work the harder for you.” “Ha! he has struck your fancy, eh?” snarled the old man. The girl blushed hotly, but she said, with girlish ~ignity: “The memory of the poor brother who died bids me be kind to the stran- ger. The old man grumbled, but his com. panion held to her foint. He exacted & promise from her that she would see it the suitcase did not contain some belongings that-might be sold to pay the way for his unwelcome guest. It did not take long for Ralph to understand that the miserly Galbraith, a8 he learned his name to be, was a miser for whom his niece slaved. He had some busines in the city in the scrap-iron line. Within two days Ralph was able to #it up. Then the girl, Ottila, in some ‘way got a pair of crutches, and inside of a week he was able to move to -[ bench outside the house and hobble around. He had unpacked his belongings from the suitcase. Recalling the con- versation he had overheard, he did up the dress suit that had done vast serv- Ice in his society reportorial experi- ence. He asked Ottila to dispose of it. The sale brought a pitiful sum, but it : quieted old Galbraith for a day or two. Then Ralph handed her the watch he wore, a cheap silver timepiece that did not go. She seemed embarrassed as these negotiations showed the niggard- ly persistency of her uncle and placed her in a false position with the guest whose respect she cherished. Ralph was pained to note the sharp corners she had to cut in order to pro- videthe meals from the narrow amount her uncle allowed her. It could not be otherwise that day by day the sterling qualities of his devoted nurse wooed his mind from all thoughts save inter- | est, and then deep gratitude and finally ! love. After the eale of the watch he ob- served that Galbraith was more favor | ably disposed towards him. Then he acidentally learned the secret of this. | He missed a gold necklace that Ottila had once worn. He was sure that she had disposed of this and that the pro- ceeds had gone to Galbraith as if com- ing from their patient. His soul was stirred to their depths. That evening Galbraith came home in a great state of excitement. He showed Ralph a newspaper advertise- ment stating that one missing Ralph Nortan would learn of something de- cidedly to his advantage by communi that his uncle had died leaving him an independent fortune. It was & happy day for Ralph when he sent Galbraith a check for a lib- eral amount. Then there was a royal gift’ for his faithful nurse. Accom panying it was a letter, telling her of his love. | there, smarty!” the river deserted and abandoned. For a year he watched, waited and Wealth had not its anticipated , with his thoughts fixed ever and always upon the one woman who had betriended him in his distress and whose loyalty and simplicity had won his devotion. 2 Then one day, just & year after his first meeting with Ottila, an amazing _visitor came to Ralph. It was Gal- braith, but & new Galbraith. He was arrayed decently, almost gorgeously. “J sold out my business,” he clicked with a shrewd grin, “hence, some profit. It was for the sake of my niece. You remember Ottila “T ghall mever forget her!’ cried Ralph, starting from his seat. “Where —where is she?” “You would see her?” questioned Galbraith. “I have been searching for her for & whole year.” “And your mind has not changed her?” “It never will! where is she?” “Come with me,” said Galbraith, and as they walked along he told of how Ottila had been at a school studying for a year, how she was now at the comfortable home he had provided for her. “It was a test” sald the old man. “Ottila wished for education, to wait & year, and see if you still remembered her. See, neither of you are poor now, and she is a jewel!"” And within the hour Ralph Norton fondly folded in his arms his darling! | «Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) Memories of Vanished Happiness. Long, lingeringly, languishingly, he looked at the photograph in his hand , Tears gathered in his handsome eyes like crowds about a scoreboard. | “Is it too late? 1Is there no hape’ for me?” he questioned himself as he looked at the likeness with longing languor. “Have I waited too long?” Speak out, man— The lovely face in the photograph gazed back at him, Greedily he drank in the trusting expression. DANGING COMPLICATIONS A DANCER'S STORY. “Well,” began the father of the fam- ily as he shook out his dinner napkin, “how {is the dancing going? Are you learning all the new steps?” “I guess s0,” Caroline admitted gin- gerly. “It's swell!” “Gee® said her brother. I just hate the old class!” “What's the trouble?” their (ntherl inquired. “Oh,” Caroline piped up happily, “he’s mad because Bunny danced with his girl all last time, and—" “No such thing, tattletale!” protest- ed that man. “I guess I don't care an; about that stuck-up Hal- lie Bliss! I guess I wouldn’t notice her if there wasn't hardly any other girl on earth! And she can dance with Bunny ‘a million times for all I care! You needn’t be so smart!” “Tut, tutt!” reproved his father. “It she isn't your girl how did you know which one Caroline meant? Ap- pearances are against you, Edward! ‘Though I would say that at your ten- der age I should regret knowing that your affections were becoming entan- gled—" “Aw,” his l.on burst out, red faced, ;vj “Caroline neédn't talk! She has an awful case on Larry Jones, and he ji; don't give two cents for her!” “He danced with me more’'n with |3 anyone else,” Caroline came back | calmly. “If he'll dance with me I| don’t care whether he gives two centu“ for me or not, do 1?” “There!” cried hcv father to the abashed Edward. “I trust this glimpse | of feminine reasoning will teach you something, my son! It may keep you from big-headedness when some fair lady smiles on you!” “l don't know whachu talking | about!” protested Edward huffily, “Anyhow, I don't see what Caroline likes about Larry, for he's a punk dancer!” “He isn’t!” Caroline defended. “Not | when you get used to him, as I have! It's just his legs are queer! They wabble below the knees and lag be- hind the upper part of him! You| can’t help dancing a little queer if your feet are two or three steps be- | hind you!” “Huh!" jeered her brother. “I'd pick out someone else to have a case on then if I was a girl! Why don't you take Pinhead Warble? All the girls are crazy about him, because he looks like a picture in a magazine—but, any- | how, he wouldn’t look at you!” “Pinhead!” hissed Caroline. “Him! | He doesn’t dance a bit better than Larry! His legs wabble, too, only they cave in at the knees something awful, and he's so tall you're afraid he's going to shut up like a jackknife! I know, because Susy told me it made her 8o nervous she never could have stuck it out, only she knew the new girl was jealous of her and she couldn’t let her get a chance at Pin- | head!"” | “These social complications are dis- tracting!” their father mourned. “I can't seem to get them straight. Aren't there any young gentlemen in the class with full command of their limbs?” | “Gee! You oughta see Bill do the high jump!” cried his son. “He's ath- letic, all right! We piled up all the girls’ cloaks on a chair in the dressing room when they were dancing the Ta- | Tao and Bill he jumped clear over the | whole lot!” ! “Then that's where my vanity box | got smashed!” shrieked his sister in a “And Susie’s white fur was all | “She’d take your powder box away from you!™ reminded her brother. “You don't dare. You're just mad be- cause.1 told you you were stuck on | reened herself. & § for four dances at the next party: : Edward was momen- ) rallied. | reathless. Then he ! “BTQ{:D: Pinhead won't ask you or Ise!” o mf;::ll: Bliss told me nomethin:.& his sister sald bsently to the l:;l;' . phere. Edward wriggled in his - 3 “gay,” he offered beguilingly. hl:twl- est, 1 didn't m“th . t Larry. s ;::‘.:bflm bad. Wh-what did Hallle say?” “Said she was sa for you.” Ccroline nfuls. 'vg:;oe!" Edward gasped ecstatically. “Did she, honest?” I?I';l take it,” ‘their father remarked, “that the dancing class, as & d‘nd:: cl: Jeaves mnothing whnmermm in the way of progres de:{r:e: s0,” sald Caroline and her brother agreeably.—Chicago Daily News. i § g ving three dances told him between 'y i i : £ ! s :f g i g 3 ¥ : i i 5 3 g 3s e——— He Got the Numb:f. e An amusing incident took P! other day in a large railroad goods- yard. A new man was sent to unload a wagon and to check the list of goods. He did the work, but forgot to fll in the number of the wagon in its place on the form. 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