Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 23, 1915, Page 2

GHARLOTTE HARBOR AND NORTHERN RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” SCHEDULE IN EFEECT JANUARY 18T, 1916 —Subject to Change Without Notice— ward. No. 82 “ 128 am. 6 456 .9 60 p.m. thward. . .No. 84.|.No. 83. “ 123 AT ATLANTIC COAST LINB No. 89 “126. «.... Jacksonville ...... Ar| p.m. . Lakeland .. . Ar| .5 30 . Tampa ... Ar| 726 Winston ....... Lv|s 6 16 am. 6 10 No. 4 C.H.& N. Limited Mulberry ... s 9 15 .. Bruce .. 8 56 Ridgewood .. . Bruce .... 8 66 t 8 50 C.H.& N. BOCA GRANDE ROUTE No.2 . Limited s 618 6 28 6 28 6 31 6 34 6 40 6 46 6 51 6 51 . 6 54 701 702 705 713 711 725 38 731 19 41 | 734 89 52 7 44 110 08 7 51 810 10 7 66 810 18 8 00 £10 18 8 03 110 28 810 810 87 8 18 110 47 8 22 110 50 8 24 Boggess 110 56 828 . Platt .. f11 11 8 41 . Mars . 811 16 8 44 . Murdock . 11 27 8 64 . Southland «+ McCall .. .No. 1 87 55 Lv £8.07 07 12 16 25 34 39 18 88 18 .. Martin Junction . .. Bradley Junction . «+eses Chicora .... . Cottman . Cottman «... Baird .. Fort Green Junction .... ..Fort Green ..... 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SPECIAL SALE For THIRTY DAYS we will C. B, McCALL, G.F.& Pass.Agt., Boca Grande, Fla, Make a Special Sale on the New Improved White Rotary Sewing Machine Thirty Dollars Cash Just one-half the usual price Takes one of them Don’t let this opportunity pass without supplying your needs. The quantity is limited. Come at once. When they are gone we can’t duplicate the order. We need THE CASH. You need the Machine. Our interests are mutual. Come let us Serve you.’ WILSON HARDWARE CO. BALERL - PLOTTIG By GENEVIEVE ULMAR. “You shan't have her—if the cost - is my fortune, my life, yours, I swear you shall never call Leonie Marsh your wife!” Martin Rood faced his successful rival in love, a breathing volcano of rage and other emotions. His face ‘was distorted, his eyes blazed with a lurking insanity, his fingers writhed as though they would clutch the throat of Vincent Barrows and choke the life qut of him. The latter placed a friendly; kind- 1y hand upon the arm of the other. Rood shook it off wrathfully. The last glance he bestowed on Vincent as he turned away made him shudder. “Too bad!” reflected Vincent. “I don’t doubt that he loved Leonie, and I am sorry for him. It was a fair contest, though—more than. fair. I went away to give him his chance. He never had any, it seems, for Leonie loved me all along. She would not marry him if he was the last man in the world. He knows that, yet— how the poor fellow hates me!” So it seemed, and so it was. Both | men were rich as wealth went in the cattle belt. Rood was the elder of the two, and was a widower. He was cynical and imperious, and set on an object, usually gained it. His lack of encouragement from Leonie had soured him. Then to disappointment succeeded the dark resolve that if the pretty belle of the town did not marry him, she should not wed his rival. Vincent went home, thoughtful, dis- turbed and distressed as to his former friend, Rood. The latter, he had no- ticed, had acted strangely of late. At times there was an expression in his eye Vincent did not like. He often ‘wondered if his mind was just right. In a bitter, open way, publicly, Rood had shown his enmity for the man who had once been his friendly com- panion. “Hello!” ejaculated Vincent as he passed along the garden walk beside his home. A window was open. It had not been when he had recently left the (LT | lfill*i 5 I 3 7 w'fl;r /) ing bachelor’s hall. The disturbed vines beneath the window warned of an intruder. Vincent decided that there had been a burglarious visit and notselessly let himself into the house. On tiptoe he proceeded through the various rooms. The one where the window was open was his study. As he glanced in he observed that some money on his desk had not been disturbed. In the cabinet in the dining room the silverware was undis- turbed. There was a rustling sound in the kitchen. He proceeded thifher. His back to him, & man wearing the striped garb of a convict was putting on an old suit of clothes Vincent used when he worked around the gar- den. On the table was half a dry loaf of bread the intruder had been eating, as if very hungry. “Well, my friend, what does this mean?” The stranger turned in a flash, fully startled. Hope died out of his haggard face. “You've got me, and I suppose it's the police,” he said quietly, but drear- fly. “One thing, though, I haven't touched, and wouldn't touch any of your valuables. I have escaped from prison. [ needed a disguise. I've served eight out of ten years. I heard my wife was sick. A chance came to escape,” and he proceeded with a story that aroused interest and pity in his auditor. The upshot of the matter was that generous-hearted Vincent Barrows as- | sisted the man to get out of town and to his invalid wife. Then he forgot all about the circumstance, mitigating his friendly offices in behalf of a fugi- | tive from justice, in the belief that he had suffered sufficiently for his crimes and was in earnest in his declaration of repentance and reform. It was a week later when Vincent was surprised to receive a note from Rood requesting him to call at his home. When he complied, Leonie’s favored lover was fully astonished at being pleasantly received. His host, “You Are Doomed!” house. His housekeeper was absent for a week, and he had been keep- i however, acted fidgety and annatural. To Vincent he conveyed the impres- | sion of a man whose intellect was fast | weakening. i “I'm getting scared,” observed Rood | {in a hollow tone. “You know 1 ak ways bave a good deal in the way money or valuables in the house. believe burglars have tried twice ! break in.” “Hood Tistl&asly objected to having anybody around. As to a weapon, he had only an old triggeriess rifle. “I'll loan you a revolver, accommo- datingly proffered Vincent, and brought it the next day. He made eral other calls. He felt it a ;:5 to attempt to befriend and solace & man who seemed to be fast losing his | One evening he was called over the telephone by Rood. He found the latter in-a strange mood. The dole- ' ful tragedy he was playing out was reaching a dreadful climax. He raved incoherently. Finally he sprang ap, the revolver Vincent had loaded him in his grasp. His eyes were blood- shot with a dreadful resolve. “You are doomed!” he hissed to visitor, throwing over a chair wi a crash. Then aloud, he shouted at the top of his voice: “Ah, Barrows! you threaten me, eh? Hands off, you scoundrel—would you murder me!" Bang! = Appalled, Vincent Barrows thrilled as Rood placed the weapon to his temple, pulled the trigger, and fell to the floor—dead. An old woman servant rushed into the room, out of it again, with the frenzied cry: “Barrows has shot my master!” Within an hour Vincent Barrows was the inmate of a prison cell. In vain his statement that his half-crazed rival had plotted with devilish ingenu- ity to bring him to his present straits—his revolver, the testimony of the housekeeper doomed him. Vincent Barrows upon his trial was found guilty of the murder of Martin Rood, and was sentenced by the jury to suffer the extreme penalty of the law. o It was the day before the execution that the sheriff unlocked his cell door and led him into his office. A visitor had called. At first glance Vincent did not recognize him. The stranger removed a false beard. “Dan Darby, the escaped convict!” fairly shouted the Sheriff. “It’s me,” acknowledged the forlorn wayfarer Vincent had befriended. I| owe the state two years. I'm ready to pay it for the sake of this gentle- man, who treated me white when I! was down and out.” \ “Why, what does this mean?” asked the mystified Vincent. “I saw the whole business at Rood's house,” replied the convict. “I had gone to your home to ask you to help me in getting myself and my wife | out of the country. Your servant told me where you were. 1 went to Rood's place. I was at the window when he shot himself. I'm ready to give my testimony.” Thus was the pall over two clouded lives removed, and, as a reward for his self-sacrifice, through powerful in- fluence the convict's unexpired sen- tence was remitted. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) ONCE FAMOUS RECIPES LOST Secret of . Various Alcoholic Brews Once Popular in Great Britain Vainly Sought For, —_ | Stevenson has a ballad—and an ad- | mirable ballad it is—on “Heather-ale,” | which he describes as “a Galloway Le- gend.” In a note he says: “Among the curiosities of human nature this le- gend claims a high place.” He pro- ceeds to point out that the Picts were never exterminated, and that to this day they form a considerable part of the population of certain parts of Scotland. “Is it possible,” he asks, | “the chronicler's error was merely | nominal, that what he told, and what | the people proved themselves so ready | to receive, about the Picts was true or | partly true of some anterior and per haps Lappish savages, small of stat- ure, black of hue, dwelling under ground—possibly also the distillers of some foreign spirit?” ‘ There are many other ales besides the Scots ale brewed from heather, whose recipes are secrets of the past. No one knows for instance how the nut-brown ale of the middles ages was brewed, or the famous “Dagger” l.la.l. which was to be obtained at only one inn in London, the Dagger, in Molborn, an Elizabethan resort of lawyers and their clerks. Then there was the pop- ular but mysterious “three threads,” with which London citizens slaked their thirst centuries ago. All have long since vanished, but as a compen- sation there are still numerous favor ite ales—not the largely advertised beverages which everyone knows, but the special tipple of various famous hostelries which are known only to certain explorers of London.—London Chronicle. Preservative Fluids in Woods. Timber engineers who inject creo- sote and other substances into wood to retard decay long ago made lists of species that were hard to treat, and others which were easy. The preservative fluids, we are told, penetrate certain woods to a consid- erable depth when moderate pressure is applied; while others are almost impervious, no matter how great the pressure. Those hardest to penetrate by preservative fluids are those best supplied with tylose. They Took Robes of Plety. When Rev. F. W, Carstens, pastor of the North Broadway Baptist church at Los Angeles, suggested that his hearers clothe themselves in the garb ot righteousness, he spoke figurative- ly. But someone apparently lacked the power of abstraction, and the pas- tor now believes his words were mis- construed. While he launched the exhortation, in speaking on “High Ideals for 1915 Actualized,” some per son, presumably the literal one, made away with the minister'’s overcoat and hat and also an overcoat of one of the deacons. The police are now searching for one who quite missed the 1915 ideals, but equipped himself with encugh of the garb of righteousness for two. Carpet Knizh's. “Carpet huigits,” quoth a writer once in the long ago, “are such as bave studied law, physic, or other 4 R THE MISANTHROPHE By ETHEL WARD MESERVEY. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) “Vapid, profitless, almost unendur- able,” was the way Ralph Burt de- scribed life as it presented itself to his distorted view. Then he became very much ashamed of the misanthropic utterance. He glanced about his lonely but elegant home, he looked into a mirror and noted the unusual glow of health upon his cheeks, he realized that he bad not a real care in the world. Out- side the birds were singing, the flow- ers blooming, all radiant nature breathing purity, peace and promise. The sun shone at its brightest. Its rays glorified the redolent garden. Be- yond it lay a sportsman’s paradise— stables, kennels, garage and hangar. 1t represented the latest facilities for pleasure, “Yes, with all this, I may well be ashamed of myself for finding noth- ing worth living for!” murmured Burt, self-reproachtully. Burt went out to the spot where the hangar was located. With the assist- ance of his hired man the superb bi- plane he operated was wheeled out. He had become quite an expert avi- ator and enjoyed his air trips greatly. Under his expert direction the ma- chine struck an upward lateral course, a thing of life and beauty. He en- joyed the rare exhibition of pure air and bird-like speed immensely. Ten miles accomplished, Burt vol- planed to a meadow stretch to adjust a trivial defect in the control mechan- ism. He had just got in trim to re- sume his cloud work, when a shout down the highway attracted his atten- tion. With both interest and indignation the amateur airman observed a lad of about fourteen running towards him ' as if for his life. Struggling behind him, but in hot pursuit, were three men. They were shouting and gesticulating. One car- ried a cane, which he waved menac- ingly. A second had picked up a lot of stones. These he hurled with va- ried aim after the running boy. “You young rascal!” roared the man in advance. “Drop it, I tell you, or T'll have you jailed!” But the little fellow never heeded the threatening cries and actions of his pursuers. He forged straight ahead, momentarily nearing the spot ‘where Burt stood. “This way! This way!” shouted Burt, as the boy came nearer. “Climb under the fence.” “Oh! oh!” yelled the lad just at that moment, in frantic pain. “Brace up!” cried Burt, leaning over and lifting the lad clear of the en- tangling wires. “Now, then, who are those men?” “Villains! They’ll kill me—and you, | too. Oh, they're coming!” They were, indeed, but Burt was | going. He lifted the helpless lad in his arms bodily, and made a run for the biplane. “Don’t get frightened,” he ordered, placing his charge in the seat behind the pilot post and hurriedly strapping him in. A “Quick, mister! oh, quick as you can!” insisted his passenger, with a terrified glance at the fence. The three pursuers had arrived. One tried to jump the fence and his feet tripped and he fell with a thud. A second attempted to crawl under the lower wire and his clothing had be- come entangled. “Don’t you interfere with that boy or you'll be liable to the law!” he shouted at Burt. ‘The latter paid no attention to the threat. He sprang to the pilot seat. Chug-chug—whirr! and the biplane went aloft like an arrow. The dismayed and chagrined men below vainly vented their wrath on the rescuer who had baffled them. The little fellow sat spellbound with , delight at the rare sensation of an , air flight he had never dreamed of. | For the first time in his life Ralph { Burt had found his mind invested with 1 real human interest. It elevated him. An actor in an exciting and unusual circumstance, he was eager to learn what lay behind the strange incident of the hour. Soon he knew all about it, for when the biplane landed on home ground he took his passenger into his library and questioned him. It came out that he and his sister, Eleanor, were practically prisoners in the power of one of his three pursuers, Giles Warden. Fearing foul play, the sister had that day given him the will of her dead father, with the injunction to place it in the hands of some law- yer for safety and action. Hence the pursuit. “Righting a wrong—quite heroic!” commented Burt's lawyer, when he was made aware of the facts in the case. “Why, your new experience has made you look like a new man. Il soon have this affair straightencd out.” It was with a good deal of surprise that Ralph met “Sister Eleanor” a week later. He had supposed her to be a little girl. Instead, confusedly, he listened to the ardent thanks of a beautiful young lady. “You have saved Miss Morley from captivity and the loss of her fortune,” advised the lawyer. “She may con- tinue to need a friend.” Day by day Ralph Burt's heart warmed to new impulses. There came a finality presaging lasting con- tentment. It was when Eleanor be- came something more than S v & friend— Beautiful Unseen World. There is a vell covering the unseen world which net the, strongest man nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, faney, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that cur- tain and view and picture the super- nal beauty and wonder beyond.—Frank P. Chureh, in New York Sun. To Prevent=Cheese Molding. 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