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Homestead. claimg located and contested Established in July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST g oom 14 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT Kibler Hotel, Lakeland, Florids AN Rooms ll:xn{! h.mndo Bldg. All necessary drugs furnished with- out extra charge Residence phone 303. Oflice Phone 410 SICK? %8 Lakeland Sanitarium ' Des. Hamsa HARDIN BLOG S D WEL By EUGENE TOWNSEND. M—% “I haven't any prejudice against you you are in business, Mr. Butts,” repeated the earl of Wi g ater- bury. “None whatever. I understand *| that the United States Watch com- Pany is & prosperous and honorable concern. Pray put that idea out of your head. I myself am comnected with & farm—er, products institution.” In point of fact the earl of Water- bury was the head of a model dairy, and therefore could have no such ob- {Jection against Sam Butts of Bing- 'hmptnn, New York, formerly, but M:’B domiciled in London. ut as for your marryi Lad; Muriel, Mr. Butts, it is ou:‘a( mi Question,” the earl continued. “You are an American. I say nothing against you on that score. If you could have had the choice you would, of course, have been born an English- man. Far be it from me to penalize & man for a misfortune of birth. But, 8ir, you cannot understand the Eng- lish epirit. You are ignorant of our sports. Only yesterday you remarked in my presence that you hoped Surrey would score a run in its eighth inning. Mr. Butts, there are only two innings in cricket, and Surrey did not score a run, it scored 237 runs. In short, sir, you have not the essential tempera- ment to admit of an instant’s con- sideration of your preposterous re- quest. Besides, 1 intend that Lady Muriel shall marry Mr. Charles Ste- phen Langholme. Good-day, sir.” Sammy had known that it was a forlorn hope. He and Lady Muriel had been in love with each other for six months, ever since they had met, in fact. Mr. Butts moved in good so- ciety; he was a presentable young man, and a Cornell graduate; but that did not make any difference in the earl's eyes. He had never heard of Cornell and would not have cared if he had heard of it. The earl was in- tensely English, and a devotee of sport. “The battle of Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton,” was his favorite slogan. But he did not call it a slogan. He called it an original remark, and each time he ut- tered it he thought he was giving a new idea to the world. There was nothing the matter with Charles Stephen Langholme. He had assimilated himselt so well to the pre- valling style that there was nothing to him at all. He had no individuality. If you had removed Mr. Langholme “I'm Afraid It's Useless, Sammy.” from the world a thousand other Lang- holmes would have leaped in to take his inconspicuous place. Muriel, bound by tradition as she was, knew that she would have to marry Mr. Langholme unless he died, cheated at cards, or scored a “duck’s egg” in the forthcoming match between Gen- tlemen and Players at the Oval. Mr. Langholme, needless to say, was playing cricket for the Gentle- men. Yes, there was that one point about Mr. Langholme. He was a good crick- eter. He had a batting average of 47 for the season. If he went down ig- nominously before the bowling of the demon bowler, a coarse fellow named Hobbs, the eari's disgust might pos- sibly induce him to consider some other man’s suit—not Mr. Butts’. “I'm afraid it's useless, Sammy,” | sighed Lady Muriel. “I've got to mar- ry Charles.” “Why have Charles?” demanded lently. “Because it’s the proper thing,” sald his beloved. “If we got married there —wouldn’t be any bridesmaids.” And she looked at him piteously. Sammy looked back at her and knew that he was “up against it.” But that only set his Binghampton brains to 'working faster. Sammy had been a pretty good ball player in his day. Why shouldn't he make a crick- eter? A sleepless night produced a bril- liant scheme. He would do it. He would! And he wouldn't say a word to anybody about it. He kept away from Muriel. But he induced the earl to send him a ticket of admission to the grand stand. S0, on the day of the match, be- hold Sammy, in cricketing flannels— which should have been a frock coat and a high hat—loitering near the pa- vilion, nelclad men are congregated, Players and Gentlemen, all on good terms with each other, and each side waiting to wknock the stuffing” out of the other. Behold, too, Mr. olme, testing his new bat and watching with «eool the low Hobbs, who is twist- ball lovingly in his hand. , belng in flannels, to gain entrance to the m.'fi::: ure during the Gentlemen’s second MMMW“ you got to marry And Lady' Sammy trucu- 1 the Gentlemen only 76, the Gentlemén were having their second inning om top of the first, the Players fully ex- Pecting to wallop them with one In- ning to their two, and a good many runs over. And when the next wicket | fell Mr. Langholme, the Gentlemen's | hope, who had made a creditable 18 in his first attempt, was to try to re- trieve the situation. “Hello, Butts! How did you get here?” inquired Langholme, with lan- guid interest. Sammy smiled. “Have a bracer, “:l T'll tell you,” he said. @ led the unresisting Langholme toward the little booth ::l‘l‘ the vilion. Nobody was there, baving squared the booth man. & deft, unexpected movement arm, Sammy thrust a gag olme’s mouth. Then him on the ficor behind the tied him fast with a rope that he' bad taken from about his | Next instant shouts of “Langholme! | Next man!”- resounded, and Sammy | saw one of the Gentlemen walking Ooff the fleld with his wicket down. | “Langholme’s had & stroke,” he ex- plained truthfully to the retiring bats- man. “I've taken his place.” A minute later he was standing be- fore his wicket, facing the demon Hobbs, 22 yards away. Beside him stood a second batsman. Sammy didn't know why he was standing there, but he didn't care, either. If he could hit the ball with a baseball bat, what couldn't he do with the club in his hand? He held it over his shoulder instead of putting it down in the block. The spectators gasped. “Play!” yelled the umpire. The de- mon’s arm went up above his head, and the ball trundled slowly toward Sammy. Sammy let fly, and the ball went spinning across the fleld. Next instant the second batsman was at his side. “Run, sir.” he gasped. “Run!” And Sammy ran to the opposite wicket. Next minute the batsman was back at his side again. “Run, sir!” he gasped. So Sammy ran again, and then again. It was tiring work, and, not understanding that he was to stop when the ball was retrieved, he start- ed a fourth time, and only got back to his crease without having his wicket down by a miracle of luck. The demon scowled and sent down & high lob. Sammy, half way across the pitch, caught it and sent it beyond the boundary. “Get back!” yelled the other bats- man. “That's a boundary. That's a four hit.” [ ! sat down suddenly; and then: “I sup- | to tell her the truth. MATTER OF TEMPER By LOUISE DRISCOLL. | (Copyright) i Elsworth pushed the little electric button and turned to look again about the meighborhood. A long line o(| brownstone houses stretched on either side of the way, little pointed bay windows displaying a variety of cheap met or Nottingham lace cur- tains. The street had never been fashionable. Numerous ash barrels | stood quite frankly on the sidewalk and the mistress of the house, as a rule, answered the bell. A maid admitted Elsworth, regard- ing him with the indifference born of long service in & lodging house. “Madam will be right down,” she said, and left him standing in the narrow parlor. He recogmized some of the furni- ture. There was a rocking chair he bad chosen himself. He felt a little pain 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. ! So Rose had kept the piano. It showed the effect of having been moved more times than was good for it. There was an air of disorder in the room, little wads of dust lay on the floor against the wall, where the rug didn’t meet the baseboard. The table was overlaid with a light cloud of dust. | An impulse to run away seized him, a 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 | ' pose you're looking for rooms? Ain't it funny?” Elsworth found his voice. “Why, no,” he said. He found it was not easy “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 him. “You didn't think I was living on what you sent, did you?” she inquired tartly. ‘ “I sent all 1 could,” he protested, “and as long as I knew how to reach you; but after Desborough died I couldn't find out where you were. 1 have more money now. My last book | éVenly becadst le tiought he felf™a BN Better thin she dld™ ATter & min- ute he came back to her. “There is one thing, Rose, I've got to know,” he said. “Sara said—the child—was that true? Was there a child, Rose?” Rose’s eyes went wide with a look that flashed deep into his soul. She clenched her little hands and opened them befores he spoke. “That was soon over. It was born dead,” she sald. “When?” . ! “It was eight months after I left. I. 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 said. | Rose moved uneasily. *“Oh, I don't hate you now,” she assured him. “I'm like that. I get over things.” i Elsworth paced the floor and came back to her again. | “Will you try it again, Rose?” he sald gently. “I was very wrong. 1 wish you'd try it again.” Rose edged away from him, shrink- ing. “Oh, no!” she sald. “Oh—no—' no! It'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. a mistake always. You'd be sorry. wish you would go.” 8he 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 -ppemncl’ Wwho 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 camg.un- little hand laid on his heart. The prosperous gentleman gave Rose a cordial greeting. “Got a new lodger?” he inquired. “No,” said Rose. ‘He's not going to stay. I'm awful sorry I'm not ready —1 hadn't finished dressing.” “That's all right,” he said indulgent- ly. “You run along and get ready. I'll wait. And, say—don’'t take any more lodgers, anyway. We better get mar- ried right away. There ain't no use waiting as 1 can see. I don't want you working so hard.” Rose looked at him with real affec: tion. “You're awful good,” she said. GOOD RESULTS OF ACCIDENTS Then Sammy understood something really paid—you find it hard to believe Some of the Most Valuable Discov- of the principle. When you hit the ball you ran, but if you could hit it | beyond the boundary you scored four automatically. That was easier. After that Sammy began hitting four every time. Of course, he had | intervals of rest, because every ifth or sixth ball the fleld dissolved liks ! a kaleidoscope and he found himself standing idly beside the bowler. But then again the fleld would be sear-' ranged, and Sammy would face the de- mon Hobbs, who, much discomfited, would try him with new kinds of balls. There were fast balls and slow balls, spinning balls and breakiag balls. Sammy didn’t care. Each ball went to the boundary for four. The fleld was extended almost to the boun- dary to stop his strikes, but they failed. The ball went whizzing over their heads. In half an hour Sammy's score stood at 150, and the cheers of the spectators were continuous. In two hours Sammy had passed the two hundred mark. He didn't care anything about Hobbs now, or any of the other bowlers. With his bat over his shoulder he just waited, and then, shutting one eye, he swiped. The Players were demoralized. But the Gentlemen did not win. They were some 200 points ahead, and still going strong, when time was called. And Sammy, still with the bat over his shoulder, found himself sur rounded by a cheering, raving mob. The first face he looked into was the earl’s. “My boy!” he gasped. “Why didn't { you tell me? You aave saved the honor of the day. The battle of ‘Waterloo"—an impressive pause— “was won on the playing flelds of Eton, sir. Is there anything—anything I can do for you to acknowledge your magnificent triumph?” “Yes,” sald Sammy. Murifel.” | On the outskirts of the crowd Sammy saw Mr. Langholme trying to get near him. He looked as flustered as such a gentlemanly man could | look, and he might even have been ! goaded into slapping Sammy, but he couldn’t get near enough. The earl looked at the lovers and relented. “Take her, my boy,” he faltered. “It ' is your right. For the battle of Water- “Yes, I know,” answerad Sammy. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) 'ITALY’S EARTHQUAKE ZONE “Give me Lady l about which & pumber of flan-| Map of part of central Italy um' suffered most from the awful earth-! quake. The territory from Naples | northward to Ferrara and across the | peninsula from the Tyrrhenian sea to | the Adriatic is dotted with demolished towns and villages. i —— ————r " AP 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. 1 She flashed another look at him without making any answer, 8o he spoke again: “It was rather a shock to meet Sara as I did. She brought it all back to mo 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 aM night, it I'll let you.” Elsworth was slightly offended. It was all ridiculously like the past they Both dAropped. “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 =] didn’t pay much attention to it. I've never thought of marrying again, and I was so busy with my book—" Rose sniffed audibly. “I can believe that,” she remarked with some as- ty. “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 parlor; 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 1 never thought of. [ don't blame you for being dissatisfied. 1 was 80 tired of quarrels and worried with debts that I wasn't really sorry when 1 found, you'd gone. We may as well be honest about that. I just went into my work a little harder and | left the country before long. “] sent you money through Desbor- | ough as long as I could. After he died I couldn’t seem to reach you.” “Oh, I got along,” she said, “T 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 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.” Elsworth stood looking at the rock- ing chalr - It seemed .to understand eries Have Been Brought About by Chance. How to make starch from corn | (maize) was discovered accidentally by Thomas Kingsford, a mechanic. One day he threw a mess of corn meal mush into the garbage pail. His wife emptied some lye into the same pail and in the morning when he emp- CHARLOTTE HARBOR AN NORTHERW RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” SAFETY FIRST. ATTRACTIVE SERVICE. COURTESY FOR THE INFORMATION OF THE PUBLIC SCHEDULE IN EFEECT JANUARY 1ST, 1916 ——Subject to Change Without Notice— uthward. . .No. 84.|.No. 83. “128 “123 D.m. 9 30 5 45 a.m. AT ATLANTIC COAST LINE No. 82 “ 128 am. 6 45 .9 50 p.2. No. 89 “ 126, Lv -.... Jacksonville ...... Ar| pm. . Ar| .5 80 . Ar| 1726 Winston ....... Lv|s 6 15 No. 3 C.H.& N. Limited s 618 628 628 6 31 No. 4 No.2 .|[C.H&N. 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Cornelius Dubbel left a bottle of aqua regia (a mixture of nitric and muriatic acids) on a shelf. It fell over; the acid ran down over a win 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 brilllant color to the list of dyes. Polish That Brings Out Natural Tint. A superior polish that is said to bave been kept always on hand a century 280 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, says the Washington Herald. A quart of 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. 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