Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 20, 1915, Page 3

Il & ACtS 0Oved ved Get Your Coupons in the Great Voting N Contest at the Hub. This is the only a Gents’ Furnishing Store in Town giv= \§lling Votes with Purchases of Goods o Our ors [} [ . §3 4Spring Line . Is Coming in Daily lose vy r Co Fij i E:O it wall ECIAL SALE Rexall Goods THIS WEEK see Display. All Rexall Gocds Guaranteed Lake Pharmacy PHONE 42 I | | i See Qur Windows They reflect the Superb Stack with which our Store is filled. The Hu THE HOME OF Hart Schaffner and Marx Good Clothes JOS. LeVAY | ! 3| | Rags and improper dressings have been respons- ible for more blood poisoning and serious results than anythmg else. The safe thing to do when any wound is ma ade is to come straight to us for antiseptic gauze, bandages and supplies. Better still, don't wait until some oneisinjured, but come now and have it in the house for instant use. We have everything forthe sick room for every occasion. Woods’ Drug Store PHONE 408 WE TAKE CARE i JEWELRY WORTH WHILE The Cole & Hull service is up to the standard all the d when we time. The first thought (h‘\t _comes to our min see a customer in the store 1s, ATISFY THE CUST OMER. € Every small detail is given “'e i L above explains the steady growth of our e “A PLEASURE TO SHOW GOODS.” COLE & HULL l Jewelers and Optometrists | i | Lakeland, Fla. SUPFSFPFITITITITISTASTS | , head when I tried to make him go in { and the ordeal of the next few days THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK BLAND, FLA., FEP -, 1915, AT PLACE OF PEACE By GEORGE FOXHALL. (Copyright.) one side and the employees on the other. A man's life was cheaper than & barrel of apples in San Andora at that time, for the yeggman has neith- er code nor consclence. He gives no quarter, and he gets mone. 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 chief 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, it 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’ I want his welcome to be more fitting than a funeral.” The two Clarksons turned in quick n\lrprue to the big ynrdmn . ‘Within the week,” answered O'Cur~ ran, smiling happily. Tom Clarkson put out a hearty hand. “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 starting on it.” “Never a grudge did Martin bear in his lite. I know you were rivals in pretty near eurythln;, and by some luck you nnergu man 0 him, but I reckon the winner felt more enmity than the loser, you be-t him for the gtrl % 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 mneed of watchfulness by the sound of a scuf- fle at the end of a box car, and as be advanced with drawn pistol, a man with a bludgeon in his hand sprang to- him. red. He fired with the intent kill 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. Clarkson 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 chances, snapped a pair of handcuffs on him before he could recover. “All right, bo,” sald the man re- signedly. “You can't prove nothin’ on 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.” “Hub! Then 1 guess there’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 lauxhed sardonically. “Say, bo,” he sald, “I reckon you shot the yardmaster's brother. That's who i he said he was. He clubbed me on the with us.” The sickening horror of that minute, wrote haggard lines upon the face of Tom Clarkson. Sad of soul, be went back to duty, and the big yardmaster, Tim O'Curran, with a pititul 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 0o 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. “1 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. “'Tis the family feud, Tom,” said be. “I guess 'tis the family feud. Me an’ Martin, an' you an’ Jim have been arrayed against each other since we forever. Me an’' Jim, the two eldes: were pretty even matched, an’ it was more a game of give an’ take. “But Martin was a soft an’ gentle kind, an’ you beat him at pretty near everything. Finally you beat him out | for the woman he loved as only the tender heart of him could love, an that seat him wandering on his lonely quest for peace. “Whether ‘twas peace or strength he found, I don't know, an’ now I nev- er will know; but he was coming bome. You knew he was coming, an’ whether you feared an’ hated him I'll but.you met | Gangs of yeggmen were invading the ' your brother. An’so I will till the ‘h‘ulcht yards of San Andora. There ! of the feud.” s | Was war—real war—the yeggmen on | That night the soft snow lost itselt BT=ar -you Elled Blin.” "Twas the feud, conscious or unconscious. 'Twas still the feud. 1 “Do I bear you enmity? Listen! I hu the air you breathe an' the ! ground you walk on. I hate the ° | clothes you wear an’ the food you eat. . You bested him always, an’ then you | ! killed him, an’ I hate you till the soul | ! of me aches with hatred of you an' of | in the wet misery of rain-drenched sur- faces as it valnly tried to cover the barsh outlines of things, and black 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 blackness of his clothes and glazing his face. It was the chief who found him— his brother. He was sitting on the ground, propped against a flatcar wheel, his head thrown back and his | dead eyes staring into space, as t.hongn‘ anxiously following the flight 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 flesh the heart was still forever. Reels Send U s Your Orders The crunching of heavy footsteps —FOR— aroused him, and he turned the agony I BEAMS of his strong face to the eyes of Tim O'Curran, the yardmaster. At the CHANNELS sight of it the black vengeance died CHANNELS from the heart of Tim O'Curran like ANGLES and a small fire of hate before a deluge of ALL SHAPES pity. The sorrow of the grietstrick-| g1 ER PLATE en man leaped straight to the sorrow TANK STEEL of O'Curran’s own grief-stricken heart. 4 The quickened memory of his own GALVANIZED ish wra] itself around the COPPER and ufihh of his enemy and bound him ul# in of lo |RUSS RODS rvuld te as the d i | face, and in bis hun he wished '%:% STAY BOLTS G% would end his grief and remorse STRUCTUAL &nnlhilation. Tenderly Clark- IRON WORK son let the stiffening form rest against the wheel and arose. “The yeggmen have got him, Tim,” he said hoarsely, grateful for the pale sympathy of O'Curran’s face. O'Cur- ran, in desperate hope, bent down to the lifeless clay, from which he knew the life had gone six hours before. “*Twas 3 cruel deed,” he muttered. “*Twas & 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 laid him beside the man whom he had sent on the journey so short a ‘while before him. But the spirit of tragedy still hov- ered over the freightyard of San An- dora, for Tim O’Curran knew that this ‘was not the end of the feud. With bent head he stood by his brother’s grave and fought the matter out with his soul. At length he found strength for the resolve he would make. - “'Twas a cruel vengeance I took for the life of you, Martin,” he muttered, “but ‘tis the grief of the living an’ not the ghost of the dead that has haunted me ever since—the grief of the woman your true heart loved, an’ the grief of the strong man that I saw like a little child. I can feel the love an’ the ache of his heart, for did I not feel it for yourself. An’ now his is added to my own. “!Twas a cruel an’ a senseless, feud, made in my own mind as it is borne in my own heart, an’ 'tis myself only can end it. So I will go to Jim Clark- son an’' I will say: “‘My pity has eaten the heart out of my revenge, but ‘tis by the mercy of God. 8o now, end the feud, but do it by the way of the law, an’ so gain ease for your grief an’ rest for my OAK, CYPRESS HAHOGANY CHERRY WHITE PINE and ALL HARD WOODS LAUNCHES DORIES SKIFFS BUILT TO BOILERS AND TANKS TO ORDER - Comipetent workmen for road work at all times JACKSONVILLE |, FI.ORI A SANITARY PRESSING CLUB CLEANING, PRESSING. REPAIRING and DYEING. Ladies Work a Specialty. Satisfaction Guaranteed. GIVE US A TRIAL Kibler Hotel Basement. Phone No. 393 WATSON & GILLESPIE, Proprietors 1. W.YARNELL LIGHT AND HEAVY HAULING soul’” HOUSEHOLD MOVING A He knelt for a moment by the grave, then, arising, turned to go, and, bright- SPECIALTY er than the moonlight, looking into his own were the eyes of Jim Clarkson. Snow began to sift through the still air. For an eternity they stood and stared into each other’s eyes. Finally kson spoke. “So it was you who killed my broth- er,” he sald. “Jim,” sald O'Curran, “I was crazy with grief for the poor boy coming home. As for the dead, Jim, 'tis but a little hasteninz on the road; but for yourself my heart has broken itself over your jorrow, an’ my spirit has brooded over 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 Orders handled promptly. Shones: Office 109; Res.. 57 Green OUR SI'IIELD IS OUR MOTTO ”mb.m,',' white and clinging, as the || Which is proven by our six e years success in Lakeland. Maker of the National Steel reinforced concrete Burial Likes Sunday D Vault es Sunday Dinners. 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