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Res. 312 Red Bpecial attention to drafting legal papers. Marriage licenses and abstracts turnished W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. M er Bldg. Telephones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Florids J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Buildmg .Practice in all courts. Homestead. claimg located and contested Bstablished in July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST Room 14 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUTS A. FORT ARCHITECT Kibler Hotel, Lakeland, Florida DR. J. R. RUNYAR Rooms 17 and 18, Raymondo Bldg. All necessary drugs furnished with- out extra charge Residence phone 303. Ofice Phone 410 SICK? 8 Lakeland Sanitarium Drs. Mamna HARDIN BLOG Felicia’s Furs nyvm (Copyright, 1913, by Associsted Literary Press) Sinclair loved her. He knew and he knew, too, that he wanted her for his wife. | Ste was 8o different from the wom- en cof his own family. was a gracious gentlewoman, pensing her bounty, her time, unsel- fishly to others. From her he had drawn his ideal of the perfect woman. He was sure that Felicia's soul was beautiful, yet she hid her depths be- peath a light manner, and sometimes he wondered if there were depths. Did Felicla ever think about any- thing but her own good time, her own interests, her own desires? But he put all doubts from him when he met her at the station. She had been away for a week-end at her uncle’s—a rich old bachelor, who contributed to her love of ease. “Uncle Bob {s a dear,” her lover as they walked toward the ; house. “What do you think he gave me this time, Sinclair?” Sinclair smiled down at her. “More than I can ever give you, I'm afraid. It you badn't really said ‘yes,’ Feli- cla, I should expect you to trim your sails and fly straight for some other port. You ought to have anchored to a millionaire.” Some of the brightness went out of her face. “What makes you say that?” she asked quickly. | “Oh—your love of pretty things—of good times.” She flashed a glance into his face. | Then she said, lightly, “Poor Sinclair. Is he afraid he's going to have a but- terfly wife?” He smiled back. “I'm afrald you will spread your wings and fly away.” She shook her head. “You know I won't,” she said, confidently. Then ! | she opened the silver bag which hung “Look at this,” she “Isn’t Uncle Bob generous? I, oS on her wrist. sald. | “Well?” he demanded. “You Look Lovely in Your Red Fox Furs, Felicla.” shall buy furs! Sinclair, there are the loveliest ones—with long tails and a big muff—and with my new blue 1t,' His mother, ais- Felicia told | ® : biest clothes. { shivered. suit—and my hat with the plume— you'll be proud of me.” “I'm proud of you now. It doesn't’ take fine feathers to make you & beautiful bird, Felicia.” But in his heart he was saying, “Why should she spend all that for furs?” He really thought she looked ' well enough in the old set of -lnk.l And he wondered again what she' would do, as his wife. But he forgot | his forebodings for a time as she chatted of her trip. A week later, as they walked home from church together, he said, “You look lovely in your red fox furs, Fe- lcla.” “Aren't they dandy?” she de- manded. As she walked by his side in all her beauty, there were glances cast at her of which she was perfectly con- scious. “Isn't it nice,” she sald, glee- fully, “to have people think I look well in my ved fox?" “Yes, it's nice,” sald Sinclair ab- sent-mindedly. He was thinking of the future. Would she be happy when there were no lovely things for others to admire? He spoke to his mother about it that night. “I'm afraid I can't give her the things she will want, mum- sle.” “Don’t worry,” sald that wise lady. “Felicia will be glad to be shabby for your sake.” “Do you think 80?” he asked. “I know it,” was her decided an- swer. “She has a side you haven't discovered yet, Sinclair. She won't show it to you, but now and then she lets me get a peep at it.” The next Sunday, when Felicla walked home from church with her lover, she wore her old furs. Never Time for Content. The men who do big things in the world and lead the way to success for others are never quite contented. Whenever a man is willing to let well enough alone he has struck 12 and his life of usefulness is practically “Where are the new ones?” Sin- clalr demanded. “Ob,” Felicla sald, carelessly, “I didn't think you'd notice. Don’t you think I look nice in my mink?” “Lovely,” he hastened to say. “But why not the red foxes?” “]—* ghe began, then hesitated, and stammered, “I'm—I'm tired of them.” He gazed at her in amasement, “Tired?” “Yes. Don't let's talk about it any more.” After that she wore her old mink, cheertully. Sinclair pondered over the mystery of the red fox furs. such a spendthrift that she could af- ford to buy furs and not wear them? He made himself unnecesarily mis- erable over them. It seemed to him that Felicla was more frivolous than ever. Bteollltln'twlnmdl with her. He came home depressed and tired after a five o'clock call on ber. His mother was out, and he sat down in front of the fire. When his mother came she found him in the darkness. “Dear boy,” arly “I went to call on Felicla—and—" “Oh, Felicia!” she broke in. “I have something so lovely to tell you about her. I heard the story this afternoon. Such a lovely story. Wait till I turn up the llllltl and I'll tell you.” “Sit here in the dark,” he begged. He drew a low chair up for her and threw himself on the rug with his head in her lap. “Now tell me all the lovely things you can about Fe- lcla.” “Well, you know the dear child’s uncle gave her a check and she bought some red fox furs.” Sinclair sat up. “Yes,” he sald quickly, “go on.” "“They were very expensive, and she felt a bit extravagant over them, she | told me. Well, suddenly she stopped wearing them—" “I know.” “And we all wondered what had become of Felicia’s furs, But she wouldn't tell us.” “Yes.” “The lady who told me bound me to secrecy. She said she wanted me to know because my son was to marry | Felicia, and she thought he ought to ! . hear.” In the darkness Sinclair was tense “This woman knows a young girl who used to go to school with Felicia. Her name is Mary. She is very poor, and this winter she has had the shab- Felicla in a downtown shop and Fe- {licla insisted that they should have hot chocolate together and over the !cups they talked. The girl had such an awful cold, and now and then she Felicia spoke of it several times, and when at last they came out of the store, she said, “Oh, you're not warm enough, take my muff—please,’ and she thrust it into her hands. She insisted on putting little Mary on the car, and just as she was bidding her ! goodby, Felicla slipped off her beauti- | tul tur collar and laid it around Mary's neck. Then she ran away laughing, and little Mary had a note from her the next morning, saying that she was to keep the furs.” “But why,” Sinclair was on his feet, “why shouldn’t she tell me?” “Ask her,” said his mother prompt- ly, “just as soon dinner is over you must go to her.” “The dear,” said Sinclalr, He sald to his sweetheart that | night, “Could anyone but you have done such a lovely thing, Felicia?” ““Oh,” she hid her face in her hands, afraid to tell you.” raid?” “I thought you'd think me—silly.” He looked down at her gravely. “Why should you think that?” “Because I know you don't like to have me extravagant—but—I—I “p {couldn't let little Mary go cold, Sin- | clair” The tears were streaming down her cheeks, and suddenly she was sobbing in his arms. “Why, Felicla, darling,” he said, “it was a beautiful thing to do—and I love you for it.” Nervy Miss Blank, The two girls just in front were dis- cussing, quite audibly, Miss Blank. Miss Blank, they said, found a valua- ble diamond ring at a reception last winter, and never so much as put an ldnnlnmant in the papers about it. “She wears it all the time,” said one girl. “I shouldn’t think she'd have the nerve, would you?” & pearl ring once, but, of course, I nev- er wore it.” “Oh, did you really find one?™ ex- claimed the first. “What was it like? | What did yeu do with it The other girl merely put her hand | to her throat, where a pearl set as a pin held her dainty collar. “That's it," e sald. And then they went on talking of how shockingly nervy Miss Blank fa. The Soul in Command. All our limitations are of the body, but in our diviner moments, when the soul takes command, it makes but small account of them.—Amelia Barr. Making Bad Worse. The man who is always sure that the waorst is yet to come adds to his offense by waiting around for the pur- pose of proving it. As a Result. “Progressive light is breaking in on China after all these centuries.” “Yes; as far as politics is concern- ed, the Sun is rising there.” Turkey Was Called “Indian Fowl.” The turkey, so far as records are known, was introduced into England in 1524, brought probably from the port of Cadiz, where ships trading with the Orient were accustomed to call. In nearly all countries, inclusive of Spain, and even Turkey itself, this bird is called the “Indian fowl.” Your Trouble. Do not unburden your troubles on those who may have real snes.—Youth's Companion. Was Felicia then ' she sald, “why so ' " | der,” he soliloquized. And one day she met ; TWO FRAMED FAGES —_— By GEORGE ELMER COBB. “She’s the finest lady in the land,” soliloquized David Fenn, professor, “and I somehow hanker after her company. But, no—I don't seem to be able to summon up the courage to call on her.” Kindly-faced, kindly-natured Mr. Fenn referred to Miss Ursula Fetzer, spinster. There had been a time when he had called on her. She was neat as waxwork t her little home. Barely thirty, yet she called herself an old maid. She had worked ! at teaching music to accumulate the little home and an income, had re- cetved some hard knocks in the world and was exclusive and a bit quick and sharp in her talk and manner. | David had thought her a most come- {1y lady. Somehow, though, Miss Ur sula had struck him as not caring: greatly for his company. In this he was mistaken. It was “her ways” that led to his erroneous impression. | He mistook a certain strained wom- anly dignity for repellant dislike for | mankind. Her eyes looked clear through him, He was a timid man. He had ceased his visits when he be- came a professor at & college in & neighboring town. | This especial day business had | brought him to Verden. There was a fond lingering memory of the cozy little home that smelled of lavender and the inspiring cup of tea Miss Ursula brewed. When he came to the ! street where the artistic cottage among the shrubbery was located, he halted. Then he started on, walked | back, and then started on again, mur- muring: “I'll just pass the house. Of course I wouldn’t venture in without an in- ! vitation.” Then as he reached the fenced-in | nest of the lady he so respected, he fdlmed. A faint sigh stole from his lips. The honeysuckles blooming so { radiantly, reminded him of a sweet | peaceful afternoon he had spent on the porch with the mistress of that ideal home. “Neat as ever—everything in or- “Shie 1s a won- derful woman. Ah, what s that?” Professor Fenn might well ask. His placid peace of mind was sud- denly invaded. A sharp scream rang out through the open front door of | the cottage. The tones electrified the : professor, for he instantly recognized Staring Towards the House as If Fear- ing Some Dreaded Pursuer. that they belonged to Miss Fetzer. The next moment she herself in per- son burst past the screen door. She was wringing her hands. She bound- ed down the steps recklessly. Then with an agile spring she leaped to a garden seat, and gathering up her dainty white skirts, posed breathless, ; staring towards the house as if fear- ing some dreaded pursuer. With a spryness due to college athletics her visitor bounded over the fence. She saw him. “Oh, Professor Fenn, shrieked Miss Fetser. “I will—what is it “In the house!” “A burglar! Ha! I will Investigate,” began the professor. “No, no—a mouse!" and the speak- |er sank to the bench, showed symp- toms of hysterics, and her gallant pro- i tector sat down beside her and tried to soothe her. “It may not have been a mouse,” submitted the professor. “Perhaps it was a shadow.” “But 1 saw, and—oh, it squealed!” tremored the unnerved lady. “I am mortally afraid of mice. Besides that, to think of one being in my house, so careful am I!" “Yes, truly an immaculate house- keeper,” murmured the admiring pro- fessor. “Let me essay a search for the—the monster,” and the professor gripped his cane and hurried into the house. He emerged shortly with the words: “1 have failed to find any trace of the intruder, Miss Fetzer.” “1 shall not rest in peace from this on,” declared the lady vehemently. “Why, some houses have become fair- ly overrun by the pest! Oh, Pro- fessor Fenn, you are such a clever man, with all your science. Can you ———————————————— —_— save me!” Softens New Rope. To soften new ropes that are ex- tremely troublesome because of their stiffness, the following is excellent. Cover the ropes with water and heat the water until it almost boils, straighten and dry them. Ropes treat- ed in this manner work satisfactorily s soon as dry. Femin Ye maybe ki ye hae a a m pests?” “I ghall try, surely, Miss Fetser,” he promised with eagerness. “You shall bear from me later in the day.” Professor Fenn was quite radiant as he went his way. While in the home looking for that mouse, he had no- ticed on one end of the mantel lI tramed photograph of Miss Fetzer. To his surprise and pleasure, at the other end was one of himself. It was \ por trait he recognized as having been taken from a magazine that had pub- lished it Glad thought! She cared enough for him to mate his picture with her® own! He moved them an fnch or two nearer together. He would have liked to kiss her portrait! Somewhere in the village, the pro- fessor remembered, he had seen the sign of a man who made a business of exterminating insects and other pests. He finally located this man. It the gufleless professor had been Illl | expert physiognomist, he would have noted that the rat-catcher’s eye resem- | bled that of some of his ferrets. How- ! ever, he stated his mission. | “Hum! ba!” muttered the man. | “One mouse? Tell you, sir, we might I be- a month finding him. Couldn't : think of bothering with the case under ten dollars. Do our best for that. | Rid the premises, if possible.” The professor handed out the money. “Further, sir, T'll guarantee the job ! on a basis of one dollar for each mouse caught over ten.” “Very well,” agreed the professor. Two weeks later Professor Fenn re- ceived a bill for “39 extry mice, job done neatly and guaranteed,” and paid it. Along, too, came a note from Miss Fetzer. She thanked the professor for clear- | ing her premises of those annoying | pests. Nearly fifty mice found! But, | thank goodness! she was now rid of | them. She hoped the professor would pass his coming vacation in his home town. Which he did, and that was the be- ginning of regular calls on the lady who so interested him. Each time he visited the house, sly- 1y, from some erratic whim, the pro- fessor moved the two portraits near- er and nearer together. One day he found out that he had been neatly tricked by the subtle rat- catcher. The latter had played suc- cessfully on the fears of Miss Fetzer. He had, in fact, caught just one mouse. The balance were felt dum- mies, which he showed her, but she shriekingly refused to inspect them closely. The professor told Miss Fetzer of the incident, and laughed. She was relieved to think that, after all, there was only one tiny mouse to get scared at. That especial evening the professor determined to learn his fate. They were conversing mu\ly. when he pointed to the mantel. He had moved the portraits nearer and nearer, until they were only a few inches apart. . “I moved those pictures, accordingly 88 each of my visits seemed to bring me nearer to you, Miss Fetzer,” he ob- served. His hostess blushed, showing that she was aware of the operation as it had progressed. He drew his chair closer to her own, and she did mnot ! seem to object. l “Now, how do you think they really belong?” he submitted. “Won't you show me? Shall we say this way?” and he deliberately moved them di- rectly side by side. “I—1 like to see them together, yes,” she fluttered, shyly as some school- girl. “Let you and I follow their exam- ple,” suggested the professor, grown bold and happy all in a flash, and' he drew her to a true lover’s embrace. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) The Minister and the Steak. The following incident related by late Rev. Francis E. Higgins gained such influence among the lumberjacks. ! “Boys,” he once said to them, “I'll never forget a porterhouse steak I saw once. I'm a big man, you know, and when I get hungry I'm hungry. You know how they fix those windows up— & chunk of ice and some lettuce and a 11 at once I could steak or two. Well, boys, I got 80 hungry that I ached. hardly wait to get in there. But I stopped. ‘Look here, Higgins,’ thought I, ‘what it you didn't have a cent; what if you were a dead broke lumber- jack and hungry like this? Boys, it frightened me. I understood just what those poor fellows suffer. And I couldn’t go in the restaurant until I had got square with them. ‘Look here, Higgins,’ 1 thought, ‘the best thing you can do is to go and find a Mungry lumberjack somewhere and feed him.’ And 1 did, too; and I tell you, boys, I enjoyed my dinner.” Nelson and Villeneuve. When Nelson fell at Trafalgar he was only forty-seven years old, and the French commander, Admiral de Villeneuve, was only fortytwo. The latter was a brilliant sailor, who had already fought against Nelson, and he thoroughly realized what the English tactics Wwere going to be on this oc- casion. Indeed, he held a meeting of the captains of the allied fleet and lu- cldly explained them. Nelson would not, he said, form a line of battle paral lel with the allied line. “He will seek to plerce our line, surround our rear and overpower with groups of his ves- sels as many of ours as he can cut oft” Still, although prepared for this form of attack, Villeneuve failed to re- sist it, and he was taken prisoner, bit- terly regretting that no shot had dealt him the same fate as Nelson. 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