Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 18, 1915, Page 7

SPECIAL SALE! Gangs of yeggmen were invading the mmum,n'xnumuuuowu: AT PLACE OF fifmfimfi i oo v e e | ot e i e i i § Fish are plentiful, and nothing is better THIS WEEK e ae wnd he emmorens o 8| e ey > ivineests gnort than catchmg a big string of Perch, clothes you v ear an’ the bod you eat. | See Display All Rexall Goods Guaranteed other. A man’s life was cheaper than soft snow lost itself Lake Pharma c e T T °';:*:';:'$| or better yet, in landing a big Trout! y ter xe nor e:nlelsnea He gives no f things, and black quarter, and he gets none. thoughts were stirred in the mind of PHONE 42 master OCurmea. " They wad et 1oe | oise o€ B Toars Our Spring Stock of Tackle has just been placed S| the previ ing, joking with the n the previous eveniag, oking with (b6 | The nest moring Tom Clarkson on display. Look it over. ‘Syme New Minnows suspended on a hair between two |the freightyard, a thin film of snow that Trout*CAN'T RESIST N worlds. jeweling the blackness of his clothes Tonight there was no humor in theif | and glazing his face. grimness. Tonight there were four of It was the chief who found him— them. The previous night there had | his brother. He was sitting on the ! Get YOIII’ coupons mn the Gl’eat VOt'ng been six. ground, propped against a flat-car - Tom Clarkson, brother and chief as- | wheel, his head thrown back and his | chall use myself if I get into anything. | pygteria, to chafe life back into the “Within the week,” answered O'Cur cofltest at the “ub ]his 1S the only sistant of the chief, snapped the maga- | dead eyes staring into space, as though Gents’ Furnishing St e Vo e | b o Model Hard g ore lll Tow" glV' “There’s orly one way to beat t‘hm mA: uzy :ent marred the fine out- o e ar ware o. g My brother Martin is on his way home, | Joved hand. Then he ripped open \ . . . v Is 'Coming in Daily R i Reels Reels Lines Hooks shoot him first and warn him after.” The chief droj onto his knees Posd . MAIN ST. and FLORIDA AVE. fitting than a funeral.” beyond the cold flesh the heart was “'Tis the only way,” agreed Yard- | and ripped the stiff gloves from the o ® The two Clarksons turned in quick surprise to the big yardmaster. “That’s good news, Tim,” the Send mour Orders —FOR— Chaadaaid Ll still forever. The crunching of heavy footsteps aroused him, and he turned the agony |[I BEAMS of his strong face to the eyes of Tim CHANNELS O'Curran, the yardmaster. At the CHANNELS sight of it the black vengeance died ANGLES and from the heart of Tim O’Curran like ALL SH APES a small fire of hate before a deluge of pity. The sorrow of the grief-strick- BOILER PLATE master O'Curran, “and ‘tis the plan I | gtiff fingers, trying, with something of chief; “when do you expect him?" Bates Store. Lakeland Agency murderers,,” he said, “and that is, it ' 1y head, brutall; ficient ing Votes with Purchases of GoOds ||Tm i o setor ne sots oo | b ot oo tmpsn” " Phone No. 3 40 - C. E. TOD fl Mgr . an' I want his welcome to be more | gvercoat, coat, vest, and shirts—but “It's a long and lonely trail he's been on, Tim,” said he. “I hope he doesn't bear any grudge against me for his | gn man leaped straight to the sorrow TANK STEEL X starting on it.” of O’Curran’s own grief-stricken heart. GALVANIZED 4 “Never a grudge did Martin bear i | mpg quickened memory of his own COPPER and i his life. T know you were rivals in | gnguish wrapped itself around the ZINK SHEETS American Lady Madame Lyra and Frolaset Corsets pretty near everything, and by some luck you generally managed to beat him, but I reckon the winner felt anguish of his enemy and bound him closer than kin or love. RUSS RODS He ran forward, white as the dead STAY BOLTS more enmity than the loser, even when | face, and in his heart he wished that STRUCTUAL Y": beat l"':.f"" '“’9 8‘"-‘;‘ il kb God would end his grief and remorse IRON WORK momentary frown show with annihilation. Tenderly Clark- the elder O'Curran at least felt that | gop Jet the stiffening form rest against o ALLEINED there was some cause for grudge. the wheel and arose. OAK, CYPRESS A wet mist was drifting over the “The yeggmen have got him, Tim,” HAHOGANY yards as the men sought their varl-| ng gaiq hoarsely, grateful for the pale CHERRY ous patrols. No man was more '|lul sympathy of O'Curran’s face. O'Cur- WHITE PINE and than Tom Clarkson that Martin O'Cur- ran, in desperate hope, bent down to ALL HARD WOODS ran was coming home, for it was when | thq Jiteless clay, from which he knew he had married the girl both had court- | ¢ng life had gone six hours before. LAUNCHES ed that Martin had lett San Andora on | «wrywag g cruel deed,” he muttered. DORIES " e i e the | «"Twas & cruel deed,” but his fast- SKIFFS | el rothe! e tow talling tears would not warm back the BUILT TO RTTO i See oul' w‘ndows pressed him in spite of himself. life his own hand had taken. Together ORDER L i None befle!', few as b He was aroused to the need of | ¢pey carried him to the freight shed. watchfulness by the sound of & scut- | P S st the Clarkson plots| BOILERS AND TANKS TO fle at the end of a box car, and as he | werg side by and two days later ORDER advanced with drawn pistol, & man | 4)qy 1aid him e the man whom he Competent workmen for road work at all times SH4SESEHS PSS They reflect the Superb Stock with which our Store is filled. with a bludgeon in his hand sprang to- | paq gent on the journey so short a ward bim. while before him. He fired. He fired with the intent| " gyt tne gpirit of tragedy still hov- and skill that takes no chances. A sur- ered over the freightyard of San An- prised, trightened sob gasped from the | 4oy or Tim O’Curran knew that this stricken man's lungs. For a second | g4y not the end of the feud. - e aN e R JOS. “";u'l:“";"“"":.""“- then sank to the| “wip pent head he stood by his JACKSONVILLE FII)RIA § e RED CeVAr ||t o v i e e | e P A N of fleeing footsteps. Clarkson Sprang | p¢ jongth he found strength for the sm“m' PH.ESS' "E nl“B THE HOME OF past the inert figure and stumbled over | ,o.01ve he would make, the life of you, Martin,” he muttered, || CLEANING, PRESSING. WE SELL PIANOS, PLAYER PIANOS, another man slowly struggling to hl‘l feet between the rails. He was evi- Hart Schaffner and Marx Good Clothes: dently dazed, and Clarkson, still work- | the ! . ORGANS AND PLAYER ROLLS, AT | but 'tis the grief of the living an’ not || REPAIRING and DYEING. L principle of taking 1O | g ghost of the dead that has haunted (| | - 0o "\ o Specialt: PRICES FROM . apped a pair of handcuffe | ;¢ gver gince—the grief of the woman IESSVVDIE & SPOiy Y- b on him before he could recover. your true heart loved, an’ the grief of Satisfaction Guaranteed. 25 to 40 pel‘ cenf. l&’s GIVE US A TRIAL THAN ANY OTHER MUSIC HOUSE “All "".“" bo,” id the man' Te- | the strung man that I saw like a little signedly. “You can't prove nothin on | .yjjq | can feel the love an’ the ache 2 me mor'n trespass. DId you get the | of pis heart, for did I not feel it for Kibler Hotel Basement. IN FLORIDA, COME AND SEE FOR Phone No. 393 YOURSELF. PIANOS TUNED, RE- WATSON & GILLESPIE, PAIRED, AND MADE LIKE NEW ”0‘00060‘000000000’00‘0000000.‘000‘0000000000 » 0 R4 - ”QC’QO“OOQQO000000(00’00000000000000‘00000004- “'Twas a cruel vengeance I took for guy you fired at?” 1t. . i “You bet I did. It's the only way z:‘:"e (A oW lis 18 RO0ES SlfY to make sure of you murdering “ e 0 thieves.” it bt o Proprictors ALL WORK WARRANTED STRICT- “Huh! Then 1 guess there'll bely, yy own heart, an’ 'tis myself only ;‘EIINFéERST CLASS, 28 YEARS EXPER- 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 sardonically. “Say, bo,” he said, “I reckon you shot the yardmaster’s brother. That's who he said he was. He clubbed me on the head when I tried to make him go in with us.” The sickening horror of that minute, and the ordeal of the next few days . wrote haggard lines upon the face 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 can end it. So I will go to Jim Clark- wt e neven s | W YARNELL HENRY WOLF & SON ;a'r o:-:.h us::;o:{. ::: Il:l;'f::(_l. .:“;.:: LIGHT AND HEAVY HAULING PERMANEN{Ng%slégfgzcghol;mNo PARLOR i or your grief an’ rest for my noU!EHOLD lOVTIGA 4ur S. Mass. Ave. Phone 16-Black i He knelt for a moment by the grave, then, arising, turned to go, and, bright- WM“W 3 er than the moonlight, looking into his ¥ 4 , own were the eyes of Jim Clarkson. 0ak a“ “e 4§ Snow began to sift through the still 004045 o444 o air. For an eternity they stood and |Orders handled promptly. d 4 stared into each other’s eyes. Finally | Jhones: Office 109; Res. 57 Green B s T R T R ; Clarkson spoke. ¢b bt . E A E b “So it was you who killed my broth- er,” he said. - CONTR ACTOR AND BU'LDER 'l::ln;,:“:nl‘i ro-‘fi:,:;;r--xm v;.gc nc';::: OUR sHIElD [Having had twenty-one years’ experience in building home. As for the dead, Jim, ‘tis but a and contracting in Lakeland and vicinity, I feel competent little hastening on the road; but for to render the best services in this line. If comtemplaf | building, will be pleased to furnish estimates and all infor- i d 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 ‘ome papers, looked up as the sha fell across the light “Tin id Clarkson, “I don’t know exactly ,at 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- yourself my heart has broken itself over your sorrow, an’ my spirit has mation. All work guaranteed. Phone 169. J. B. STREATER. COPLL2ELLI0HEHEIEII400 S444000000000000000000000¢0 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 's o Mo TO the hand of O'Curran. The snow fell ne || Which is proven by our six Its for more blood poisoning and serious resu ;:;en anythmg else. The safe thing to do when any wound is made is to come straight to us for u bandages and supplles. Better antlseptlc gauze, rd 2l ed, but come ing a word, and Clarkson knew that | softly, white and clinging, as the — : ¥ 3 still, don't wait until some oneis lfnlur R the hope that he had felt was vain; | benison of heaven. years success in Lakeland. Has moved their Plant to their new site he house for insta " but pity for the sorrow he had brought Maker of the National Steel corner of Parker and Vermont Avenues. now and haveitint 3 it b reinforced _concrete Burial || Mr. Belisario, who is now sole owner of Rags and improper dressings have been respons- 1 ick room for every . We have everything forthe s BT LIl enmity, W covagposand Vault Bk #| the company says that they will carry a occasion. The thin, grim line of O'Curran's| Robert had alwaye visited his aunt || Building Blocks of all discrip- || § full line of Marble Tomb Stones in connec- St lips parted. He spoke in his low, rich, | on Sunday. One week day she asked tions. ick tion with their Ornemantel Department of WOOdS Drug ore irish voice, with the faint suggestion | him to stay for dinner. She prepared || Yed Cement, Pressed Brick, this business. of brogue. Just what she had—no dessert. When (| White Brick, Pier Blocks, 3 i wg TAKE CARE “"Tis the family feud, Tom,” said | the meal was finished the aunt noticed || nd 4 inch Drain Tile, o, 7 PHONE 408 be. “I guess 'tis the family feud. Me | Robert was expecting something. and 8-t Fench Post; in fact }|® 3 Res. Phon e 153 Blue an’ Martin, an' you an’ Jim have been Soon he looked up and said: “Aunt arrayed against each other since we | Emmy, you have lots better dinners anything made of C"“efl‘- 2 m e e a1 puse, v e e o omnasms | FLORIOA NATIONALVAULT GO TA0SCHDISOSOBOIOLOBD News. ! ¥ | WELKY WORTH WHILE é KELL EYS BARRED Plymouth Rocks BOTH MATINGS Better now than ever before The sooner you get your Biddies to growing the better. Let me furnish the eggs for you to set. Special price per hundred. I also have a large bunch of nice young Cock Birds at Reasonable Prices, H. L. KELLEY, 6r flin forever. 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