Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 20, 1915, Page 2

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You need the Machine. Our interests are mutual. Come let us Serve you. WILSON HARDWARE CO. SELLNG THEM OUT By H. M. EGBERT. fo—————===————————————==" ‘When Allan Gray walked out of the ! ofice of Smith’'s Weekly, after hav- ing applied successfully in response to an advertisement for an assistant, he thought that his future was as- sured. Twenty-four, just out of col- lege, with all the enthusiasm of s young man facing the struggle of life, 'he appealed to Smith, aithough for | different reasons than those which | Smith outlined. | “We're here to fight corruption in | Bender,” sald the middleaged editor Ilml proprietor, thumping his fist | down on the table. “And we're going { to clean up the rottenest town in the whole state. That is my purpose, and i that's what we are going to do—to- I gether, Mr. Gray.” There was a girl in Allan Gray’s life. Her name was Mildred and she was twenty-two. She was earning a living in the metropolis two hundred miles away. Each of them was put- ting by money toward the day—the great day when Allan would be able to earn an income for both of them. At the end of his first month of service Gray’s salary was raised from fifteen dollars to twenty-five. Smith was rapidly handing over to him the charge of the Weekly. The young man’s stinging editorials in particular aroused the editor’s approbation. “Give it 'em hot!” sald Smith. “Well done, young man! I see I made no mistake in taking you.” With more sophistication Allan might have suspected that something was wrong. Actually, he was delight- ed. He detailed the entire situation to his sweetheart in his twice-a-week letters. “It's this way, dear,” he wrote. “We are putting hot shot into old Gregory, who has been boss of Bender for the last twenty years and has everyone in his power. We are exposing his graft in connection with the street fran- chises, the departments of the city government. We are advi g the form of government by commission. And by heck! as Smith says, we are going to win.” Certainly the appearance of the new weekly created a prodigious sensation in a town of 100,000 inhabitants. To- gether Smith and Allan assailed the boss with horsewhips of invective. What had he got for the franchise traction? Why was a convict mans- ger of the waterworks department? A"I'va Got a Lunch Appointment.” Who got the contract for the roads, and why? On the day following the appearance of the first issue a deputa- tion of local merchants made their appearance and announced that Smith need look for no advertisements from them. Smith was not counting on ad- vertisements. He laughed them out of his office. When the circulation ran up to 30,000 he guffawed. Smith’s Weekly was a success beyond all doubt. Everyone bought it, from Boas Gregory to the high school boys. At the end of three months Allan was writing nearly all the editorials, under Smith's guidance. The older man confessed that the youngster could beat him at his own gam ‘Then Allan wrote gleefully to Mil dred: “The time is coming, dear. After the approaching elections we shall have a new government. Then busl- ness will flow our way, Gregory and his satellites will be consigned to the outer darkness, I shall be raised again, and we will be—married! Think of that! Married!” Four weeks before the elections, to his amazement, the young fellow was waited on by a deputation of citizens at his boarding-house. They wanted him to run for the office of sheriff, paying $2,500 yearly. “But I don’t know anything about the work!" exclaimed the boy, de- lighted. “I am afraid, Mr. Gray, there je very little chance of your election,” said the chief of the deputation can- didly. “The sheriff’s post has always gone to a Gregory man. You know, Tom Vincent has an enormous fol- lowing of heelers. He has had the position ten years now. Still, there must be a turn-over—there must. And you may get in. Let us put you on the ticket.” Gray accepted and told Mr. Smith enthusiastically next morning. To his surprise his employer was not overenthusiastic. To his greater sur prise, that day Smith told him to ."n slow” instead of to “ginger up.” | “We mustn't overdo it,” he ex- plained lamely. “We don't want to , Create a reaction.” { While Allan stared at him, speech- less in surprise, Smith put on his coat and hat, | “I've got a lunch appointment,” he said. “See here, young man, are you &s stupid as you appear to be or—?" He got no further, for at that mo- ment. he. was struck down with apo- the doctor took the man away to the hospital. “He’ll probably get well,” he said. “But—it will be some time before he can use his pen or do any work again.” Allan, left alone in the office, did not know what to do. Therefore, he started to do his work exactly as though the unexpected had not hap- pened. He was hard on a biting edi- torial when the shadow of a man in | a silk hat fell across his desk and caused him to start round. Behind him, immaculately dressed, , his heavy jowl set in a sneering smile, stood Gregory himself. “Well, sir!” said Allan, rising. “This is bad news about Mr. Smith,” ; said the boss. “I should hardly expect you to take it that way, sir,” suggested Allan. The old boss took a chair at his side. “So you are the young man that has been holding me up before the public gaze a scoundrel!” he said. | “I am, sir,” answered Allan, “and I believe conscientiously that—" The boss laid a hand on his arm. | “Now, it I had a young man like you with me,” he said, “what wouldn’t 1 be able to do?” H “I can’t be bought, Mr. Gregory,” said Allan. ! ‘I don’t need to buy you, my boy,” swered the other. “At least, I don't think I do. But Smith can’t talk, and what's the good of owning him?” “I don’t understand—" Allan began. “I know you don’t,” answered the other. “I never thought you did from the beginning. Your editorials had the ring of truth; his didn’t. Well, then, my friend—Jim Smith started this pa- per to get bought out. Understand that? I wouldn't buy at his price. I didn’t believe he could hurt me. He could. I was wrong for once in my life. When I came up to his terms he went higher. So we played teeter till four weeks before election day. Yesterday we agreed on terms. And —this is my paper.” Allan listened in horror, and grad- ually he began to understand many things that had been mysteries to him. No wonder Smith had encour- aged him to write more stinging in- vective—till that same morning. “You will show me the agreement,” suggested Allan, “Mr. Gray,” sald the boss, “I never bluff. It wasn’t signed by Mr. Smith. He was to have signed in my office today, after lunch.” “Then,” sald Allan calmly, “I shall run the paper alone. I shall be true to what I belleved my employer's principles to be.” “Wait a minute,” said Gregory, pull- ing a letter out of his pocket. “Read this—not so close, young man. Do you think this letter, offering to ac- cept my terms, would read well in the newspape! And this, you see, 1s signed.” Yes, that was Smith’s signature. Allan sank back helplessly in his chair. He could say nothing more. “Now, my young friend,” Gregory continued, “how much influence do you suppose will remain to ‘Smith's Weekly' when this letter is published and you are jointly involved with our friend in what you would call ‘a ameless conspiracy’?” “None,” admitted Allan. “Then,” said the boss, “will you suspend publication or drag a dying man’s name down to infamy to gain & reputation for sincerity in which no one will believe?” Allan thought hard. Then, “I will suspend for that letter,” he answered. “Now you're talking sense,” an. swered the boss. And he placed the | letter in Allan’s hands. He knew that he had not misjudged his man. l There was a good deal of quiet talk about Smith during the period preced- ing the elections. The story of his dishonesty became gradually known. But nobody ever suspected the integ- rity of Allan Gray. That, doubtless, was why he secured the election as sheriff by a majority of nearly four hundred votes. And that, too, was why he was enabled to write to Mildred just two days after- ward. “Come, dearest,” he said. And when he saw Gregory among the spectators at the wedding he did not feel anything but goodfellowship. He even took the boss’ hand. Ex-boss’, rather. For Gregory would never hold power in Bender again, even though Smith’s Weekly had per ished. - (Copyright.~2linbx S « @ Shaoman.) Somnolent Egyptians, Egyptians 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 & dusty cloth around their faces, curl up and peace fully glide off into a dreamless sleep. In walking along the street one has to be careful of every splotch of shad- 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 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 belng in bloody revolt. The oaly 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 Lesliv's Weekly. Mint for Photegraphers. | Carbonate of eods is an accelerator for the reducing agunt. With most de velopers, when they are diseolved alone in water, the image will ulty mately appear, but it will come very ' slowly. Add a strong solution of car bonate of soda to the reducing agent and water and the image will fairly leap at you. The reduction of the bromide of silver has been tremeny dously hastened and it is also more thorough and complete, the negative bhaving much greater density. This is the sole mission of a carbonate of soda in the developer. It is to speed things up and complete the action.— Outing. | kitchen. | it was for her to be there at all. THE BABY o By OLIVE BARTON. (Copyrigh the McClure Newspa- i e Byndicate) The great singer was spending her short vacation in an unusual way. It might be sald also that it had been none of her own choosing. What did she know of baby food, or mending holes in Johnnie’s stockings as big as buckwheat cakes? How did she know how many days Flossie should wear the same petticoat? The whole three were in bed now, and the great singer relaxed luxu- riously. She knew no one in the town, so there was little danger of ! callers. Her thoughts were as busy as the fingers of the little maid of all work, in the| now doing dishes audibly She was thinking how odd A telegram had been responsible. Sister Jane and her husband William had been called away by trouble in William’s family. There had been no one else to ask to look after the chil- dren. She had never even seen the baby! Steps suddenly sounded on the little front porch like so many bangs on a bass drum. Tillie, out in the kitchen, heard and was at the door before her temporary mistress could stop her. “Is this where Miss Farrell is stay- ing?” asked a man’s voice. “Joe!” exclaimed Miss Farrell im- patiently. “Will he never learn that there isn’t a bit of use in chasing after me, wherever I go?” Joe stamped off the snow noisily and came inside. He came in big, glowing and clumsy. The little room seemed full before he got farther than the doorway. Peggy; in her chair be- fore the fire, half turned—just enough for him to see the top-loftical expres- sion. “Peggy!” he exclaimed delightedly, coming forward. “Good evening, Joe,” evenly. chose a nice night to come so far. ‘Won't you sit down?” Joe sat down on the other side of the fireplace. “You look awfully Aren’t you glad to see “No!” deliberately. “I—I wouldn’t have come—only I thought of something after—after we'd been talking the other night.” She didn't answer. “You see,” shifting uneasily, “if you would marry me, you could go ahead with your singing just the same as ever. You could sing just as well as Margaret Farrell Sturtevant, as you can as Margaret Farrell. Now, couldn't you? That wouldn't be in- terfering with your career, would it? and, Peggy, you used to care a little for me!” She watched the fire a minute, re- lenting. “It's hard to be cross with you, Joe. You just won't let people, will you? I'm going to be extra nice now aud explain. “You see, Joe, your plan won't work for a hundred reasons. You love a home. You're a regular home man if there ever was one. I can’t make & home. It isn’t in me. I hate every- thing about a house. I love my masic better than anything on earth, and I can’t give it up.” What she really meant was that the intoxication of public homage was a sensation she would not care to re- nounce. “All right, my girl, you're the doc- tor!” Joe got up and looked at his watch. “I didn’t suppose it was much use, but I thought I'd make one more try. I won't bother you again, ever. Good-night, Peggy, I've just time for my train.” He was gone! Peggy turned out the light and sat watching the fire. “I guess I'll get the baby her bottle and go to bed,” she yawned. A week passed. Peggy was getting expert. on mending kneeless stockings, sorting clothes and bathing babies. It never seemed to be a botherany more. ‘Then one night the baby got sick, very sick. The doctor and trained nurse hast- fly summoned took it philosophically, saying there was an equal chance of life and death. But Peggy, a poor, white, stricken thing, never leaving the side of the little crib, thought the world was ending. Morning brought a change for the better. The baby would live! Peg- gy slipped silently away to her room and sat thinking in the cold, wintry dawn. Mr. Joseph Sturtevant was just set- tling himself for a nice winter's morn- ing nap. The telephone rang. He was awake in an instant. “Is that you, Joe? This is Peggy! I have changed my mind. And that's all I'm going to tell you until you come out and hear for yourself!” Wasn't Only One With Religion. “Yassah!" triumphantly said old Brother Cuddyhump. “De revival was a glorious success! | “You l | 'Twuz a high day ! in Zion and de hozanners o’ de re | deemed was ringin’ loud and cl'ar, and dar wasn't no trouble a-tall twell a newcome brudder—smaht scoun’el dat moved over yuh fum Tumlinville dess recent—'gunter shout th'oo a meggy- phone dat de Lawd had done saved him fum his sins. *‘Dat’s all right, muh brudder, hol- lered Pahson Bagster, ‘but yo'll hatter 'spence wid dat hawn! Yo' isn't de on’y pusson yuh dat ha been purloined fum deir sins, and yo' wants to give de rest o' us a chance to brag a little, too!’ "—Kansas City Star. WM;;QEO!&‘I‘"M@ H it £ served In Large and Small Trag SUITABLE FOR Fruit, Truck and General Farming Improved and Unimproved Uflimproved and Improveq Samples 23,000 ACRES—In Polk County at $6.00 per acre. Ty worth more than half the price. 40 ACRE FARM—35 in bearing Orange Grove, g house, packing house and barn, large lake front, Irrigation plant, good heavy soil and good roa¢. miles from Lakeland. Price $30,000.00. FOR NON-RESIDENTS—Good Fruit Lands, well Jocay in ten, twenty and forty acre tracts; Co-operative Dey opment Plan. NEW BRICK STORE BUILDING—In the city of L4 land; Leased for five years at $2,600.00 per annum, § 000,00. Will trade for Orange Grove as part paymen 9-ROOM, HOUSE and three vacant Lots. Close to Morton $4,200.00. $1,200 down and terms. TWO HOUSES In Dixieland (5-rooms), rented. $30004 Terms. TWO GOOD SUBDIVISION Propositions. and desirably located. 20 ACRES FARM—At Lakeland Highland. 13 acres bearing grove, 600 trees in good condition. Large rd idence with modern improvement, Private waf works; good out buildings with implements and te; Price $10,000. 34 ACRES OF RICH HIGH .HAMMOCK land near Ce ter Hill. Close to school post office and store. Fi acres clear. 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