Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 24, 1915, Page 3

SPECIAL SALE 3MARI(ANIIIIISWIFE Rexall Goods THIS WEEK Ail Rexall Goods Guaranteed Lake Pharmacy PHONE 42 See Display. Get Your Coupons in the Great Voting 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 Qur Windows They!reflect the Superb Stock with which our Store is filled. JOS. LeVAY The Hu THE HOME OF Hart Schaffner and Marx Good Clothes: 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 397 PHONE 408 WE TAKE CARE ork = JEWELRY WORTH WHILE he standard all the The Cole & Hull service is up to t time. The first thought that comes tO our mind \E(ge\r;E“Re see a customer in the store is, SATISFY THE CUS' t Every small detail is given fl\e e cfl:)‘li;f:\ above explains the steady growth of our busines «A PLEASURE TO SHOW GOODS.” COLE & HULL Jewelers and Optometrists Lakeland, Fla. ceasoe * THY EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA., FEB. 24, 1915, B e I v T e ————— Y —— M BH0000e0eTEne0enHIR0 SOEDPDEOIOINDHIOIOEIFOIIINTIY .-.-- He padded away on his rubber soles. “Plum dotty!” he said to himself as he unlocked the = storeroom and switched the light. Mark, left alone, stared unblinking- ~» ly at the incandescent, clenching and nn:ll::ehinl his bony hands. Once he | swallowed hard and tried to wet hh‘ | (Copyright.) llpu with his dry tongue. After a cer ol ook here, Malcolm, you've 8ot 0, tain time he heard a metallic rolling ' { e's my wite, and— : noise, and saw in a dream the orderly “Hush! Not so loud!” i “She can hear, then?” | propelling a long blue cylinder down “Yes, she’s conscious—how much “gp? longer she will be I can't say.” “Sinking, Malcolm?” “Now, now, no questions! 9 'n-n'- de tube an’ inspirator. Il put You'd ‘ No alt 1 better go out in the hall.” | m;.’:" .:,‘ .:': ;‘ ::t’:."unl ‘:,{':n GUOPOIOBO By OEORGE A. ENGLAND. the hall. “Here you are!” said Foley, right here in your pocket, m?' “Never!” Mark's reddened eyes' pat some glinted deflance. *“‘No, no, I'm not go- ) il e W pneumonia case time's ing to leave her while she's gasping it - Sasongh e anny fam'ly!” like that!” His voice shrilled hys-| «“No, no! I don’t want it, I won't terically. have it! Let me—" B"",”"“ only harming her by | «ghyt up! If youse goes hollerin’ staying!” like dat you'll wake up all me pa tients! You keep still, see?” Mark, cowed, leaned against the: wall and waited. In two minutes he| was hatted, gloved, and ready for the : home trip, with a gill of whisky burn- ing his stomach. “Lend a hand now,” commanded Fo- ley, “an’ we'll load it on de wheel-bar rer. That's right. Easy down de steps now! I'd send somebody wid youse, | it dere was annybody here, but dere ain't. Now, dem, I'll hold de door “No, no, she's my—" Malcolm slid a broad palm over the protesting mouth; his other hand gripped Mark’s elbow. “Out you go!” he commanded, try- ing to thrust Mark into the hall, but Mark clung and the doctor could not shake him off. He had perforce to drag | him out. When they were both in the | hall and the door was shut: “Hang you!” said the doctor in a voice tense as steel, “you get out and stay out! Don't be a crazy fool!’ open till you reach de tracks. All “Mally, Mally! She's my wife and | right? Got it? Good luck to youse!™ you're my friend—my best, oldest—" . . . . . . . “All the more reason why I'm going | 1t was a nightmare, to keep you out of there till she—ral- | gark wallow h‘nctk thrm:::‘ t;r:a;ll?: les! Till then, I'm not your friend— | zard. Shrieking wind-devils bufteted I'm the doctor, nothing else, nothing. | Mark and snatched the breath from Remember!’ his lips; snow-devils clogged the bar- The hand-grip was gone from Mark’s | row wheel; cold-devils shot him | angular elbow; the hall door was shut, | through and through with long sting- \ the man was alone. He leaned against | ing arrows. the wall for a minute, shivering as he His clothes, stiffened and frozen, heard the windows rattle with the Jan- | made every movement doubly painful. uary gale; then he shuffied to the | Twice he was blocked and had to kick | stairs and sat down. the snow away with numb feet. | His air was that of a man who has Once a snow plow jolted past, glar been painstakingly mangled on the | ing and sputtering; it forced him to rack and then given five minutes’ re- | drag his load off to one side and al- spite. The gas flame over his head cast | most buried him in a smother of snow. a high light on his salient cheek The man's reason and thought stag- bones. After a while he nodded and | gered down and out; he became noth- dozed, with pendent arms. ing more than an automaton, lunging Malcolm’s hand on his shoulder wak- | onward, sobbing, thrusting the barrow ened him in half an hour; he started | on and on through the tumult up wild-eyed and shivering. Sight and sound faded, cold faded; “What—what time is it?" he stam-| darkness and wind and everything fad- mered in confusion. “Is Dorry—is|ed from his consclousness—every- she—" thing but the lash of his idea. Time, “Come, now, pull yourself together,” | t00, was blotted out; the universe was sald the doctor, sternly. “I've got|Just a whirl, a whirl, a whirl some work for you. Get your things | Suddenly a light broke through the on quick! You've got to go down to whirl and stopped it; then the man the dispensary.” saw some steps and felt a thrill of “What! And leave—" recognition—the steps were his! Some- one was coming down those steps—a& voice was calling (it seemed miles and miles away): “Hurry! Hurry!” Oh, it was Malcolm, dear old Mally, and—the cylinder was lifted; it was carried up the steps. Mark followed. Then his own self surged back again, with sickening pains of memory. and Mark stood shivering, gasping in his “Yes. I can't go, Miss Abbott here can’t go, and somebody's got to go, 80 you see how it 1s. We've got to have & tank of oxygen, right off!" “What?" “Oxygen. It comes in big steel cyl- inders like soda water tanks, painted blue, with a valve at the top—you've seen 'em. The quicker you can get one up here, the better it will be.” “What—what are they for, those | own house. tanks?" See! Malcolm was carrying the “Well, when there isn't anything cylinder upstairs on his shoulder Mark followed again; shuffiing up the stairs. At the sickroom door the nurse repulsed him. “No, no! You can't come in here!” she whispered, laying her hand on his thin chest. “No, no! You're all wet and cold. Keep out!” “Quick!"” he heard Malcolm’ whis- per to the nurse. “Hurry! Get that inspirator on! She'll be gone in & minute!"” Then there came a little silence and the click of a metal snap. “Now let's have it—easy at first! Just turn the valve till you hear it hiss!” Another silence. “Well, what's the matter? don’t you turn the valve?™ “I am turning it, doctor!” “You are? H-m, that's odd; there's Throw it wide open!" 1 else to do, we give oxygen to aerate the blood and stimulate the heart; sometimes it keeps the patient up ufftil the congestion begins to resolve and then—" “Her lungs, you mean, are—" he began; but Malcolm interrupted. “Now, you see here, Mark, if you want your wife to die, stand right there where you are and discuss things. If you want ker to live, hustle into your overcoat and get a wheel- barrow and bring up a cylinder of oxygen from the dispensary just as quick as the Lord will let you! Un- derstand?” “Yes, yes—but can't you telephone? Can't I? We can save no end of time that way.” “Tried it, and can't. Central says the wires are going down all over Hampton. This storm's a record- [ RO §as coming. breaker. No, you've got to go for it | “There, it won't go any further! yourself, Hustle out with a wheel-| “Say, what the— Why, there's barrow and follow the car tracks. The | DOthing in it! Foley must have given snow plows have probably kept ‘em | him an empty!" i clear. There's a fellow named Tim- - An empty?” \othy Foley for night orderly down | Mark appeared in the doorway. His there this week. He knows me. Just K face was the color of old ivory. ‘Why {say I sent you, and he'll let you have | “Empty, was it? Empty?" bhe ! it all right. Now get along! 1If you're shouted. “Hush! Go back!” not back in half an hour—" “All right! Al right!” said Mark, uul up!ood lhallly downstairs. . . . . ‘l‘lm Foley. mdlu an old magazine in the dispensary office, under the yel- low circle of a hooded electric light, became vaguely conscious of a curious sound as of some one struggling and “And she’s dead—dead?” Malcolm started toward him, but the man tossed up his arms and whirled about and laughed, laughed, laughed—screamed: “It's an empty ome! It's empty! Ha, ha! What a joke! Ho, ho! He gave me an empty one, and she died! Ha, ha, ha! Capital! Cap—" His arms dropped, his head dropped, he doubled up like a pocket knife and fell distorted on the carpet. Malcolm jumped to him, kanelt over him, tore ‘open his clothes, put his ear to the narrow chest. “Hypodermic?” asked the nurse. *“No, no, not tl ightest use,” Mal- colm answered. “Cardiac rupture. He was stone dead when he struck floor.” floundering np the steps with a bur- den; fhen, after a minute or two, he heard a fumbling at the door. Tim dropped the magazine and lis- tened; then he got up, went silently to the door and opened ft. Through the snow eddy that swirled in he saw something that looked like a man standing outside—a snow-man, thin and tall, with teeth that chattered like castanets. This man had neither hat nor gloves; he was gripping the handles of a wheelbarrow. He stammered ‘I(h bloodless lips: “Oxygen! I'll take it home on this.” He tried to drag the wheelbarrow into the vestibule, but Foley restrained him. “Hould on, man—hduld on! can't bring dat in here!” “Eh?" I say youse can't bring dat wheel- barrer into de hall, see?” The man siared, but said nothing. | “Say, what d'youse want, anyway?’ Malcolm sent me.” “Say, youse is way off, ain't you? “From Hoke Smithe.* Senator Hoke Smith of Georgia has had bables 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 mall sorted into several classes, which in- clude: “Important,” “Unlmporunt," 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. ] Youse Drop dat autermobile of yours, an’ | come in an’ tell me all about it I _ can’t keep dis here door open all night | —dey’s sick folk in here, see?" “That's so, that's so!” Mark let the barrow handles fall and came into the corridor blinking. “No, w'at is it youse want? sent you?" | “Malcolm—that is, Dr. Miller.” “YB!. ‘And he said for me to get oxygen yins tank, right away.” ¥ “Say, are you Mr. Andrews?’ “Andrews? 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