Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 23, 1915, Page 7

L T MDD IS0 SPECIAL SALE Rexall Goods THIS WEEK All Rexall Goods Guaranteed Lake Pharmacy PHONE 42 See Display. Get Your Coupons in the Great Yoting Contest at the Hub. This is the only Gents’ Furnishing Store in Town giv- ing Yotes with Purchases of Goods Our Spring Line Is;Coming in Daily See Our Windows They!reflect the Superb Stock with which our Store is filled. JOS: LeVAY The Hu THE HOME OF Hart Schaffaer and Marx Good Clothes: :’ ‘47111 Mgy Buy your rubber goods at our store and you will get the kind that last. All rubber goods are not the same quality. Don't you need a good hot water bag or foun- tain syringe right now. We have a big line of goods made of rubber at the fairest prices. Woods’ Drug Store PHONE 408 WE TAKE CARE FE2000H0000060000000000000 JEWELRY WORTH WHILE vice i he standard all the The Cole & Hull service is up to t S time. The first thought that comes to our mind . see a customer in the store is, SATISFY THE CUSTOMER Every small detail is given the most consideration. The above explains the steady growth of our business. “A PLEASURE TO SHOW GOODS.” COLE & HULL Jewelers and Optometrists Lakeland, Fla. mmamwm‘m"s' L4 * THE EVENING 'THE HOUSE OF HOWE ' By MAX HART, (Copyright.) Far out amid the cactus and the | eastern tourists lies the town of Cab | Rorse. It is 2 typically western as the Pacific coast, and at one time it manifested all the symptoms of be- coming a city. Somebody ~ discovered carbonated asphalt or rock salt or virgin gold in the vicinity of Potato Hill, and at the Precise moment Cab Horse was about to take out a city charter, order a new post office from Washington, Print up a set of letter-heads and pre- pare for business as a bona fide and budding metropolis. Scientists who studied the rise and fall of Cab Horse were inclined for some time to lay the whole blame upon the slanting shoulders of Char- ley White. It is perfectly true that the bad luck attending Charley White immediately preceded the finding of precious mineral in the neighborhood of Potato Hill; but beyond that co- incidence, there is nothing to turn the stern finger of accusation toward Mr. White. The facts speak for themselves. For a long time Charley could not do 0. About the time Cab Horse began to boom and the gambling element swarmed in from surrounding terri- tory, Tke Dorgan started the Silver Stag on the street which would have been named Main street if anyone had thought it needed a name. The Silver Stag was a combination of all that is precious to the anti- gambling fraternity, the anti-dance section of the community and the So- ciety for the Improvement of Morals in General. Tke Tgan accumulated thirteen thousand doliars by way of profit and sold out to a person named Howe, and it was Howe who brought Charley White to the thriving village of Cab Horse, the reason being that Mr. White was in undisputed possession of the finest singing, yodeling and noise- making veice west of Omaha, Z£bout the same time Charley White discovered Cab Horse and its princi- pal fount of recreation and amuse- ment, the Silver Stag, Apache Nell discovered him. Nell was a peculiarly fine specimen of young womanhood wasting its fragrance on the desert air, and if she had zone to New York. instead of squandering her time in Cab Horse, the Sunday papers would have printed her photograph and prominent artists would have besceched her to pose for them, The natural and subsequent eventu- ality was that Nell found many inter- esting qualities in Charley White, and he returned the compliment. True, an irritated citizen named Kelley had threatened to remove most of Mr. White's regular features be- cause of Nell's open preference for the singer, but that little disturbance passed over without calamity. Kelley attempted to drown his sor- row in the well-known liquid made for that purpcse, and finally died of a broken heart, superinduced by a broken stomach. a couple of broken kidneys and a badly fractured liver. At the very height of his popularity Charley White suddenly and inexpli- cably went into retirement. The singer cams down from his pedestal and h's rong was hushed. Woe filled the throbbing atmosphere of the Silver Stag and the chief bouncer explained without avail. While the regular patrons of the Silver Stag faced this new sorrow in melancholy and dejection, there was one who felt the disappointment great- est. Cassandra had come in from the Fast—Lady Cassandra, with the soft Italian voice and the dark eyes of the land at the foot of the Alps. She had appeared among the dancers in the Silver Stag. and immediately men and women noticed her. l Apache Nell joked with Charley 1 White about it. “The dark and mysterious lady ap- pears to be hypnotized when you sing,” chuckled Nell after Cassandra had manifested her interest for a week or more. There was a vague note of jealousy in her voice. “She’s a funny-looking wop,” Char ley retorted indifferently. “Let's take a walk before the nine o’clock session.” For a month Cassandra paid silent devotion before the shrine of melody and at the end of that time her grief was great. Charley White ceased to sing. ‘Why?" demanded Howe. “There’s something the maiter with my throat,” Charley explained. “They’'ve come to like your singing tremendously,” Howe pleaded. “See a doctor. Fix your throat up as soon as you can, and when you come back there’s an extra five a week tacked on your pay.” The solitary Cab Horse physician peered down the White throat with fitting solemnity at the earnest re- quest of Mr. Howe, took charge of a four-dollar fee and announced that the trouble was probably a strain. “He will be well in a week,” de- clared the physician. “I hope s0,” Howe replied gloomily. But Mr. White was not well in a week, or in two or four weeks. He mooned about Cab Horse and avoided the Silver Stag. He hated to face the crowds and explain over and over that his throat had gone back on him. In conrequence business fell off, and §| Howe pleaded with tears in his eyes. l “I can't sing, if I can’t sing,” Char- ley retorted on these occasions. “T couldn't produce a note, no matter how hard I tried.” “Talk to him,” Howe had begged of Apache Nell. “Rub his fool throat. Make him get better.” Nell promised to do ber best, but the lost harmony and the tender, soothing it of “I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now™” no |lonzer was wafted across the dismal tables of the Silver Stag. The Lady Cassandra disappeared without warning. Without the witchery of.Charley's e A S tenor Vfte the varled “attractions of the Silver palled upon her. , l Whither she went no one knew, and : few seemed to care. Time trudged by in Cab Horse. | Apache Nell, on the morning of a i sunny day, wandered afar from the purlieus of the town. Two miles from | Cab Horse she came to a cluster of | scrubby trees and halted to enjoy their slender shade. In the act of | brushing her moist forehead with s ! dainty cambric handkershief she lmud, and her eyes lighted. From somewhere came a sound— and the sound was the voice of Char | ley White lifted in song. Nell secreted herself skillfully and waited. Charley approached from the oppo- site direction. Harmony welled from him like a long pent-up ofl well in the first fine, careless rapture of its shoot- ing, and the echoes wound their ture- ful way over the smiling land. When he had reached the knot of trees Nell suddenly stepped into the road before him. “I thought,” she said sternly, “that ' you couldn’t sing! Why have you do-! celved Mr. Howe and me and every- body? Explain!” Charley removed his hat and hung his head. “Your throat is perfectly right, fsn't it?” Nell demanded. | Charley nodded dismally. “Then why?” Nell asked. “I lied about my throat,” he replied, | #RPOSSOPLE0S: slowly. “There has never been any- thing the matter with it.” “Then why did you stop singing at the Silver Stag?”’ “Because, Nell, I have enemies, and because by enemies to kill me.” The argument then ensuing lasted the greater part of an hour, and when it was ended Charley said: “For your sake I'll go back. If I am killed my blood is upon your head.” “You will not be killed,” Nell said. The Silver Stag greeted its return- ing songbird with cheers. All was festive, and the crowds gath- ered about the yellow tables and spent money with abandon. At fifteen minutes past ten Charley | White turned into the thrilling orato- rio known as the “Wyoming Rag,” and at ten-sixteen a party of strangers wandered into the Silver Stag and oc- cupied a table, There were three men and two wom- en, and their hilarity was unusual, even for a Silver Steg party. Their voices rose after a time, and Charley glanced over inquiringly. From laughter the newcomers drift- ed into earnest conversation, low in LAUNCHES tone at first. One of the men rose and made a sweeping gesture. The two women shrieked. The other two men leaped to their feet. Revolvers were drawn in the twink- ling of an eye, and In the twinkling of another eye the regulars of the Silver Stag were underneath tables and the strange party was standing in the cen- ter of a cloud of smoke. Their guns barked viciously. At the top of a long note Charley White ceased singing abruptly. Quietly he sank to the stage, hig frantic hands tugging at his shirt band. Apache Nell reached him first. Her arms were about him when Howe came into the room. . The warm blood trickled through his coat and cclored Nell's walst. “I told you they'd get me,” he whis- pered faintly. A few hours later, when they had probed into and got the bullet out of his shoulder, Charley White sat up in Doc Meehan’s spare bedroom and cast a faint smile at Nell. “I'm going to get well,” he said cheerfully, and Nell patted his hand. “Of course you are,” she replied. “And we'll be married as soon as I can get on my feet” Nell agreed. . “You came near chasing your hus. , band-to-be out of the game ahead of his time,” the patient continued. “If I were a vindictive sort I might hold it against you. I wonder who that bunch was and what they had against me?” “They didn't have anything against you,” Nell said slowly. “The bullet } that hit you was an accidental shot.” “After the warning I had!” he said can’t make me believe that.” “The person who wrote you the warning was not the person who shot you,” she persisted. ‘How do you know that?" Charley asked. “Because,” Nell replied. “How do you know?” he insisted. “Do you remember the woman named Cassandra?” she inquired. He nodded wonderingly. “Well, there was a time when she got on my nerves with her big, black eyes fastened upon you as you sang. “I tried to laugh it off, and I couldn’t. You simply hypnotized her when you sang, and I felt miserable and— “Oh, I wrote you that Black Hand letter myself!” Then Doc Meehan came in with a fresh bandage. “From Hoke Smiths.” Senator Hoke Smith of Georgia has had babies named after him so numer- ously and for so many years that now his mall is interspersed every day with letters from various other Hoke Smiths. He has his morning mail sorted into several classes, which in- clude: “Important,” “Unimportant,” and “From Hoke Smiths.” Even though he has grown used to it of late, it seems funny to sign his Hoke Smith to a letter directed to Hoke Smith Jones or any of the scores of other Hoke Smiths that keep writing to him. DO YOUR OWN SHOPPING ” § Hosiery Gives the BEST VALUE for Your Money Every Kind frem Cotten to Silk, hh'—d“‘ : Any Color and Style From 25¢ to $5.00 per pair ce 0,?},,‘- Look for the Trade Mark! Wholesale LAK ELAND, FLA, FER, 13, 1915, Send Us Your Or;l:r;;;g:m,. ssesases have threatened 1 BEAMS ! ! 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