Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 5, 1915, Page 2

CHARLOTTE HARBOR AND NORTHERN RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” SAFETY FIRST. ATTRACTIVE SERVICE. COURTESY 4 FOR THE INFORMATION OF THE PUBLIC SCHEDULE IN EFEECT JANUARY 18T, 1916 —Subject to Change Without Notice— uthward. . .No. 84.|.No. 83. “ 128 “123 p.m. - 930 5 45 a.m. AT ATLANTIC COAST LINE No. 89 “ 126. No. 82 “ 128 am. 6 45 .9 50 ».m. Jacksonville ...... Ar| p.m. . Lakeland .. Ar| .530 . Tampa .. .. Ar| 7256 Winston ....... Lv|s § 15 am. 6 10 No. 4 C.H.& N. Limited s 9 16 8 65 8 55 t 8 50 8 45 s 8 40 t 8 31 8 22 No. 3 C.H.& N. Limited s 610 6 28 .No. 1 BOCA GRANDE ROUTE No.2 . Lv ...... Mulberry ........ Ar(s 4 40 ««. Bruce .. Ridgewood ..... .. Bruce ... ... Plerce .... Martin Junction .. .. Bradley Junction . «.. Chicora ...... . Cottman . TigerBay ... . Cottman . . Fort Green Junction «..Fort Green ..... Fort Green Springs . L . Bunker.Lansing ...... soeseseves BHODE ooove Ar. R I T - e DO RO RO DO DO B DD €0 09 €O 0O ©9 & 10 CO M OO e 20O OO RO DA NARRRTNORND IR WD W . 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McCALL, G.F.& Pass.Agt., Boca Grande, Fla, 'SPECIAL SALE For THIRTY DAYS we will 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. + Johni asked, LU VERLS SENS By HAROLD CARTER. 4 “You are an American. Do tell me something about yourself!” sald Miss Edith Derry to John Trumble, as they sat side by side in the conservatory of Mrs. Langford’s London house. They had danced three times to- gether—three times in succession, and the girl seemed to have forgotten all about her other partners. As for John—he had made no other engage- ments since his hostess introduced him to Miss Edith an hour before. John looked out into the big sa- loon, where five hundred guests were chatting, lounging, or swaying to the strains of the Gypsy band. “What ghall I tell you, Miss Derry?” 1l “Everything!” answered the girl vivaciously. “How you came here. How you know Mrs. Langford. I love to hear real stories of life.” “If 1 told you, you would think I was romancing,” said the young man. “Try me!” answered the girl promptly. “lI came to England,” said John Trumble, “from Massachusetts.” | “I thought you came from America,” said the girl. “Massachusetts is in Americs,” John explained patiently. “Two years ago I had two thousand dollars and an idea. The idea is for the improvement of guns—big guns—to prevent the rifling from wearing out and destroying the guns’ usefulness. I worked out my 1dea and saw that it was worth a for- | tune. “It is one thing to know your idea is worth a fortune and another to con- vince a government. I couldn’t con- vince my government because it was working out a similar idea of its own. So I came to England and tried to con- vince your government. Well—I haven't convinced it yet.” “What a shame!” murmured the girl, watching the young man closely. “They sent me from pillar to post. The chief of the ordnance department seemed to be a Mr. Langford—our bost. He put me off and put me off. It I could have seen him I know he would have bought the gun. But he wouldn't see me. I came to under- stand, after several weeks, that he had no intention of seeing me. Maybe he was too busy, or maybe he couldn’t be bothered. Anyway, I gave up hope of gwjn' Mr. Langford. Do you know him?" “Slightly,” answered the girl. “Am I to go on? Good! Well, yes | terday I paid Am{ landlady my last i Teft be{. “Yesterday | Paid My Landlady My Last Dollar” dollar in the world. I have just my ket back to Boston—that's near Massachusetts, you know. It is a third-class ticket. I shall arrive in Boston seven days from tomorrow morning, without a penny to my name, and with the knowledge that I have the secret of revolutionizing artillery, which nobody will look at.” “But how did you come here?” in- quired the girl. “I was coming to that,” said John. “This evening being my last in Lon- don, I thought I would take a stroll through the fashionable quarters and imagine that I had sold the gun and had a check for a hundred thousand pounds in my pocket. I had on my evening clothes, to heighten the illu- sion. Passing a house with an awning over the steps, I asked a friendly po- liceman what was happening. He told me that Mr. Langford was giving a ball. “‘Is that the Mr. Langford of the war office?” I inquired. He told me that it was. And then a humorous idea came to me. I had tried to see Mr. Langford for a num- ber of weeks and had spent a good deal of board money in the process. Why shouidn't I go into Mr. Lang- ford's house—" “This is most interesting!” ex- claimed the girl. “I know what you are going to say. Why shouldn't you beard this lion in his lair and demand that he see your gun?” John shook his head. “No, I don't take advantage of men in that way,” he answered. “I thought that I woutd let Mr. Langtord bestow a good dinner on me and an evening’s gayety. So I Man He Couldnt Admire. “I don’t mind meetin’ a man dat thinks well of hisse'f,” said Uncle Eben. “What I don't Ifke is to meet one dat tries to make me think he's & picture card when he knows as well as anybody dat he's only a deuce.” “What a shame!” murmured m! girl. ' “Why?” inquired John. | | “Because I haven't,” she said! i “But I am quite capable of eating another,” admitted John. “You see, Idnflnl the past week my fare has been somewhat—well, depleted.” | The girl promptly rose. Jobn of- i tered her his arm. At that moment | she seemed to him the sweetest and | most wiltul, charming girl in the | world. “Do you mind my saying some- «thing?” he inquired, as they sat to- gether at a little table in the supper room. “Is this another confession?” in- , quired the girl, looking at him archly. “In & measure—yes,” he answereZ, “Since I have been here tonight I have discovered an additional reason for regretting that Mr. Langford so ! obstinately refused to give me an op- portunity of showing him the model of my gun.” - I "iiu'nrn'x’.'" the girl inquired; but the look in the young man’s eyes an- | swered her. She laughed and blushed, and then, to cover her confusion, raised her glass of champagne to her lips and sipped at it. | “Suppose he sees your gun?” she inquired. “Then 1 don’t see how he can help buying it, if he has brains in his head instead of wheels,” John an- swered. “But he won't—unless he sends me a letter by special messen- ger before ten o'clock tomorrow morn- ing, or recalls me by wireless from midocean, by flying machine.” i “But if either of these events could happen?” the girl persisted. “Then,” answered John, gravely, “I , should ask permission to call on you. ‘What would you do?” “I?” answered the girl. “Why, I should say that I should be delighted to have you meet mother.” “Only your mother?” “Well, perhaps myself,” she admit- ed. | “Where would this be?” “At number 15 Edgemere gardens,” i sald Miss Derry. “Are you making a ‘note of it on your cuff? Why, you told me it couldn’t happen.” | | “Ah, but the day of miracles may come again,” said John. “I devoutly wish it would,” he added under his breath. | | The girl looked at him, and her man- ' jner suddenly changed. She burst into a peal of rippling laughter and rose from the table. “Well, you certainly have gratified my wish to hear a story,” she llld.j taking his arm. He led her back into the ballroom. “And so this is ‘oml-| by?” she asked. V “Good-by,” sald John, bowing and ! He went home and paced wretched- i 1y up and down his little room. He, had not exaggerated when he told Miss Derry he was penniless. He had spent four months in England, and they had been thrown away. Now he | | must go back to America and begin his life anew. i | He had not thought it possible that he, a man of nearly thirty years, could { fall in love at first sight. But he | loved this girl, and he knew that, deep i down beneath the flippancy of her manner, there was a nature to be { awakened by love. If only he had suc- | ceeded! He knew that wealth would | be his, and with it the chance that every man demands by right—to woo the girl he loves. He went to bed and slept fitfully, awaking in the could light of a foggy November morning. For the moment the events of the past night seemed like a dream. Then his eyes fell upon a little pink ball program, and he re- | membered his folly. What was it but folly to have loved again? He dressed and, having breakfasted in his room, packed his things. In | half an hour he must take a cab drive | through the fog to the railroad sta tion. He would never see London | again, or what had made the gray old city suddenly dear to him. few moments later, a messenger boy stood before him, holding out a letter. John tore open the envelope. “Dear Mr. Trumble,” he read, “You said that you must have a flying machine or a message by special delivery before ten o'clock this morn- ing it you were to see Mr. Langford. Well, I spoke to Mr. Langford about you last night, and he says he is very sorry for the delay, but he has been intending to see you for several days past. He says if you will postpone your journey he will see you at the war office on Wednesday next at elev- en o'clock and give your model a full trial. “You see, he is my uncle, and I live with him when I am not at 15 Edge mere Gardens. “EDITH DERRY.” (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) o aen oo el Slinging Bullets. In the ancient times bullets were not shot out of rifles, but from slings, which were very dangerous weapons in the hands of skilled warriors. Acorn-shaped bullets of lead have been found in the ancient Roman fort at Ambleside, near Windermere. Hith- erto the sling-bullets have only been found on one other Romano-British site, the hill site of Birrenswalk in Dumfriesshire. ———————— The Pitiless Tyrant. Remember that woman is a tyrant, and that only when you are under her little heel, and it is too late to strug- gle, you will find how pitiless it can be, and how quickly it can crush the life and spirit out of a_man.—Sydney Yorke. —————— Panama Canal. | When he could never see the girl | Suddenly the door-bell pealed, and, a | BURGLAR BEN BOOSTS By WALTER J. DELANEY. Copyright, 1815, by W. G. ) ("Gfayl;‘: to bury yourself in a dead country village?” asked Benjamin Rudd, alias Burglar Ben. “It's a shame, Mr. Wilton! I'm of a discredited sort, but I'm your friend for what you've done for me, and I say it's a shame to see a man of your talent throw up the chance of a lifetime.” “Why, I've demonstrated some abil- ity as a lawyer, baven’t I?” challenged Adrian Wilton in his smiling, con- tented way. “I should say so!” cried his client enthusiastically. “The papers have been full ot it. ‘Rising young criminal lawyer of the day!’ All you've got to do is to take a big office here in the city and the clients will flock to you. That’s your line. Didn’t you clear me, with five of the best attorneys in the city on the other side?” “That was because you were inno- cent, Ben,” reminded Adrian. “For once—by accident!” retorted the ex-burglar with a ghuckle. “Any- . how, it gave me a scare and I've re- formed square and straight.” At all events Adrian bade good-by to his grateful and would-be helpful client and returned to Fordham. Yes, the town had heard of his splendid record in the city, Nellle Wade es- pecially, who had shown the newspa- per clippings to all her friends. The town, however, had half a score of ' veteran attorneys, lock-rooted in the estimation of the people. One morning Fordham awoke to the sensation of a half century. A skill- ful burglar had broken into the local bank at midnight. Bills of a large de- nomination representing $40,000 had been taken. There was no definite clue to the robber or the money. At the end of a week, however, the county sheriff received a mysterious tip by telegraph. It told him that the telltale handkerchief bearing the initial “R” and a false beard found in the bank belonged to a certain Ben- Jamin Rudd and named his residence. It further stated that a Fordham res- taurant keeper, if confronted with the burglar, would recognize him as a stranger with a mysterious satchel whom he had seen the evening of the burglary. Adrian Wilton lost a good deal of his faith in the reformatory process as appertaining to Burglar Ben, when the next morning he was sent for by Rudd. The latter grinned at him be- hind strong iron bars. “Why, Ben,” spoke the young law- yer, “you have fallen from grace, it seems.” \ “Not the man!” declared Rudd posi- tively. “I hire you to defend me. Get to work and make a record for your- selt.” Burglar Ben practically directed the case. He dictated the policy to pur- sue. Adrian was amazed at his clear and forcible outline of evidence. When the case came on, both his wife and child, a golden-haired little cherub of eight years, were in the court room. Adrian made good use of the evi- dence at his command, He proved that the false beard, worn by any- body, would so obscure the natural features that later positive identifi- cation would be difficult. He showed that the initialed handkerchief might have come accidentally into the pos- session of some of Ben's former crim- inal associates. Then little Sura was placed on the stand. The date at which the bank robbery was commit- ted was her birthday. Her father was | at home, 200 miles away, when the | crime was committed. : For all this, the hard-faced farmers on the jury looked grim and preju- diced. It was then that Adrian came out in full force. He depicted the former life, the reformation of his client. He described his changed fam- ily life. He pointed to the weeping wife, to tue innocent little child. Oratory, eloquence, sentiment—he swayed the audience with a master hand. Women were weeping, strong men looked grave and sympathetic. The thrilling appeal moved every heart. After fiva minutes deliberation the jury returned its verdict— “Not guilty!” That evening, at the town hotel, Burglar Ben appeared at Adrian’s room. “Can 1 ever be tried again for this burglary?” he asked. “No," answered Adrian. “Then send for the president of the bank and the judge,” he directed. “Why—" began Adrian, wonder- ingly. “Do as 1 say. Gentlemen,” spoke Ben, as the persons in question were | summoned, “I have a confession to make. 1 did not rob the bank, but I ! directed the robbery.” “Ha!" glared the banker. “Yes. 1 did it to put on his feet my best friend, Mr. Wilton. 1 did it to force an acknowledgment here of his great ability. I got an old pal to do the job, but—there's the money, just as it left the bank,” and he handed over a package to the astonished bank officer. The latter was so delighted at get- ting back his lost money that he laughed gleefully as a child. “A bright joke!™ he cried. “You must be a loyal friend to Mr. Wilton to take the risk you did,” re- marked the judge gravely. “It was worth it, though, I guess, for he's a made man in this community.” And then Adrian hurried to Nellle to plan for the future—marriage, a good law practice, happiness, all hrcugh lova! Prewiav —_— ' Preserve Patch of Yew Trees. A bit of primeval yew forest about halt a mile square is carefully pre- served in the Bavarian highlands of Germany, the tree, once widely dis- | tribated, become almost extinct in Europe. ——— Keep Up the Effort. Fight like a good soldier; and thou sometimes tall through fraflty, take again greater strength than be fore, trusting in my more abundant grace.—Thomas a'Kempis. § Grits, 10 pounds for § Florida Syrup, per quart .. 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