Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 6, 1915, Page 6

GHARLOTTE HARBOR AND NORTHERN RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” SAFETY FIRST. ATTRACTIVE SERVICE. COURTESY ¢ J FOR THE INFORMATION OF THE PUBLIC SCHEDULE IN EFEECT JANUARY 1ST, 1915 —Subject to Change Without Notice— ATIONS ATLANTIC COAST LINE No. 82 ‘128 am. 6 45 .9 50 p.m, No. 89 “126. Lv +.... Jacksonville Lakeland . eesses Ar| p.m. «.. Ar| .5 30 Ar| 725 Lvis & 15 No. ¢ No.2 .|C.H.& N.| Limited s 9 15 BOCA GRANDE ROUTE . Ars 4 40 t 4 21 Mulberry . .. Bruce .. . . Ridgewood Bruce . . Plerce .. . Martin Junction .... . Bradley Junction ... .. Chicora .... +. Cottman .... .+. TigerBay .. Cottman .. Fort Green Junctfon .. «...Fort Green ... .. Fort Green Springs . ... Vandolah . «es Ona .. . Bridge Limestone . . . Kinsey ... . Bunker.Lansing . . Arcadia .. . Shops . . Nocatee .. Fort Ogden ........ .. Boggess ....... .. Platt «. Mars .. vee Murdock «+«. Southland «+. McCall . Placida . «++.. Gasparilla ... Boca Grande “C H. & N. LIMITED” Through Sleeper Between Jacksonville, Lakeland, Aroadia & Booa Grande ‘C. H. & N. Limited, train No. 3 will stop at flag stations todischarge passengers holding tickets from Lakeland and points north. C. H. & N. Limited, train No. 4 will stop at flag stations on signal| for local passengers and for passengers holding tickets for Lakeland and points beyond. * Information not obtainable from Agents will be cheerfully fur. nished by the undersigned. L. M. FOUTS, N. H. GOU 2nd V. P. & Gen. Mgr. Supt. Transportation, Boca Grande, Fla. Arcadis, Fla. C. B. MoOALL, 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. e & AN OUTLAW ESCORT By KING KELLEY. (Copyright.) “Halt!” came the clear, sharp ring of a voice as the lead team swung round s bend in the road. “Hands up!” was the next command as a masked man stepped from be- | hind a tree ana advanced toward the ‘wagon. It was not a commonplace remark. Six pairs of hands groped skyward, nor waited to be told a second time. “Throw out the sack with the brass lock, Driver!” issued firm and cool from under the handkerchief on the robber’s face. “Now get out and line up.” There had been big talk all morning in the two back seats about adven- tures with flerce wild animals and bad men, but no one lost a moment’s time in getting in line. Nor did they essay to produce any of the guns with which they were so plentifully supplied; the respective merits of which they had each so vociferously argued June Cleveland was the only female occupant of the stage. As she fas- tened her eyes on the hostile gun-bar- rel and watched the steady, deliberate movements of the man behind it. there came over her, in place of fear, an admiration she could not define. She was on the last ten of a ninety- mile trip by stage from the railroad to Jackson, Wyoming. Besides endur- ing the jolts and jars of the incommo- dious wagon for two days, she had put up with four very uninteresting men and a grinning driver. At the last stop a rumor was current that the school that had been partially promised her at Jackson had employed another teacher, and was now in prog- ress. So to the woes of a long stuge ride and the boasting talk of the elk hunters there was the added anxiety of a position already filled, “You fellows shell out!” came the order; and they shelled. June and the driver offered their pocketbooks, but the robber declined with a shake of his head. One of the mighty hunters was ordered to rifle the mail-sack, which he did with great alacrity. kneel- ing in the dust in complete humble- ness. As the highwayman was stufing the wads of bills into his pockets, a brown bear shambled out of the woods to- ward them. The horses snorted, reared, jerked the driver to the ground and dashed madly down the hill. The ‘wagon went over and crashed against & tree a few rods away, and the free horses tore off down the mountain- side, The men, on being given permission to retire, hurried away to gather up their hunting outfits and search for the hor The robber disappeared in the forest and June stood alone in the road. Tears of gratitude and despair blinded her eyes. She sat down by the mutilated mail-sack and tried to relleve her irritated mind. Some one touched her on the shoul- der. She looked up. The outlaw, now unmasked, stood beside her holding the reins of his saddle-horse. His face was young and firm and kind. “You can ride my horse. We'll take a cut through the woods. I can’t go all the way, but will take you in sight of the town.” June was only too glad to accept. She had been raised on a small ranch in the West, and did not share the common dread of outlaws, He led the way over a dim trail to the east for a ways. Then they turned ' north and descended the long slope toward the valley At an open parklike flat on the mountainside they came upon a small bunch of horses. The outlaw conclud- ed he wanted to ride. June sat on a bowlder and watched him rope. She had seen the science of the lar- {at demonstrated many times, but this was the first man she had ever seen rope a horse by the neck, then throw & halt-hitch over its nose with his own and the other animal on a swift run. This was the height of perfection, in her eyes. He made a hackamore of the rope and slipped it over the horse’s head. Then he helped her to mount and leaped on to the bare back. After a few minutes bucking, they rode off + side by side. “This is rather an exciting life you it a fellow had a wife so good that he wanted to make her proud of him” They were now within plain sight of the village. The afternoon was about ;gone. The sun was dropping low | over the mountains and the shadows | of the Tetons were stretching off to- ward the east. i As they were passing the stage barn at the entrance to the village, a dozen armed men, including the migthy , hunters, sallied out and surrounded ' them. | “That's the man all right!” one of i them shouted out. “I recognize the * chaps!” 'l':.o outlaw said nothing. One of his hands hung close to his gun, and his i eyes roved carelessly /around as though picking out the six he wanted to kill. | It was a dreadful moment to the " girl. A dozen gun-barrels gleamed in | as many nervous hands. Death was ! crouching for the spring. In another moment many souls would pass from the shadow of the Te- tons. She knew that this end was in- evitable; that the outlaw would not ! throw up his hands when ordered. “Wait!” she cried in time to check ! the pull of the outlaw’s gun. “This man is not the robber. He's just & : cowboy who camé along and helped me to the town. You don’t think the ' highwayman would have deliberately walked into a trap, do you?” “He’s the man who got my money, all right,” one of the hunters persiste ed. “I can tell him by his clothes.” “Search him and see,” another big- ! game man put in. “Stranger,” drawled a tall, bronzed westerner, who gladly put away his own gun, “it's customary in these parts to take a woman's word. We ain't civ- ilized enough yet to dispute ladies.” The two rode on, leaving the tall man to further instruct the hunters in the old ethics of the West to which he seemingly liked to cling. June 1mag- ined that the steady eyes of her com- panion had much to do with this re vival in the Westerner's mind. He had probably heard guns bark death before, and concluded that he hadn't lost any outlaws. i At the hotel her companion dis- mounted, pulled the hackamore from his horse's head and coiled it up. June swung out of the saddle and of- fered her hand. ! “I'll never see you again, little girl, except in fancies; for I'm going away to Argentina. Yes, that's the only , safe place an outlaw can bury nisself nowadays. I never cared for the re- ward that hangs over my head before. 1 rather gloried in it. You've done more to. make me white than all the courts in the land could do. I'm go- ing to start all over again in a new place with one object—to deserve a good woman's respect. “Many cowboys have gone there al- ready, and I'll not be a stranger. It's a fine place, they say. The grass never | dies there and no fence ever breaks the cowbov's ride. The cattle roam at will, and the herders dream by the laughing waters. And as I ride in that far land where the moon shadows fall toward the south, I'll see your face in the purple dawn, in the glowing , midday, and in the blood-red sunset.” She looked from the open window of her room a few minutes later and 8aw a horseman stop on the crest of & hill a mile or 8o to the east. | She waved a handkerchief. A hat waved back in reply. Then horse and | rider passed on down into the gloom of the gathering night. | BY NO MEANS NEW DISCOVERY | Ancients Were Well Aware of the Value of Perfumes in Treatment l of Diseases. It was recently announced, as II discovery in medical science, that nausea, after a surgical operation | under ether, could be prevented by patients inhaling a favorite perfume. | This may be new as a post-operative ' treatment, but it is an old palliative for travelers afflicted with mal de mer on land or sea, for train sick-| ness {s almost as common as sear! sicl Numerous “headache col- | ognes” as well as favorite perfumes ' have been found efficacious as a pm-‘ | ventative of nausea at sea. Many travelérs find that even the aroma of an orange or lemon helps them over a threatened attack of seasickness. One need not peel or eat the fruit. The desired result can be secured by i merely scratching at the skin and thus liberating its aromatic essence. I8 A DRIZZUNG RAIN By HOPE AINSLEE. « “opyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate.) A soft drizzling rain was daring the roses in Constance Atwood's cheeks to come out and get wet. And the roses were fast appearing as she walked briskly through the damp cinder path in Central park. It was Saturday afternoon and Con- stance had promised herself that she would finish knitting the last of her six pairs of socks for the soldier boys before the Wednesday boat should have sailed. Her small brother and sister, being prevented by the rain from playing out of doors, would de- mand the attention of Sister Con- stance if she were at home. There- fore she decided to seek the shelter of a summer house in the park, where on a day like this she was sure to be alone. A beautiful girl sitting alone in a summer house on a ¢old, drizsling day knitting sccks is not an every- day picture. Indeed it was such an unusual sight to Donald Grey when he came upon it that he almost stopped in his course to stare. Constance looked up casually as he passed and her calm, level gaze met his; then she dropped her eyes, con- tinued her knitting and the man strode on through the winding path. But the man’s peace of mind had been disturbed. Only his deep-rooted sense of chivalry kept him from re- tracing his steps for one more look at the lovely girl. He realized that he had only a slender chance in a thousand of seeing her again, and yet at that moment he could think of no other person whom he so desired to see again—and often. Suddenly his musings were abrupt- ly interrupted by the approach of a big Irish park pol'iceman leading a small child reluctantly by the hand. | The officer had to stoop to keep a hold of the tiny tot. “Gotta lost kid!" he said laughing- ly to Donald. Donald looked at the pretty little girl. “Fine day for a youngster like that to be alone in the park, isn't it?” “Fine for the pneumony! Says her ma’s knittin’ and she run off,” volun- teered the policeman further. Donald Grey paled a little. ting, did you say? * er?” “Sure! Why not? Afn't they all a-doin’ it day an’ night for Tommy Atkins and the loike o' him?” asked the officer. “I saw a young woman back in the summer house—a-knitting,” sald Don- ald. “Where?” alertly. “I'll show you—it's quicker,” and Donald led the way back to the sum- mer house. The little one trotted beside the big policeman and Donald, humming gayly. She seemed not to care who her protectors were, so long as she was having a little excitement. Don- ald could see that much in the tot's eyes, When she saw the trio approaching Constance stopped knitting and stared. But Donald could see at a glance that she had not lost any- body’s baby. She looked from one to the other as the three drew close. “Askin’ yer pardon, lady, but did ve lose this kid?" asked the police- man, Constance laughed. She shook her head. “No, indeed, I didn't. Is the boor baby lost?" “She sure is—says her ma's a-knit- tin' and she run away—" “Ma’s doin' that,” said the child gayly. pointing to Constance and her knitting. “Is she, dear?” asked Constance— and Donald realized that she had the voice, too, of his ideal. “And where did you leave your mamma?" The child made a vague gesture. “Over home with lots o' ladies all knittin' and—" The policeman took the child again by the hand. ‘Come onm, kid, you'll catch cold out here. I'll find her ma all right. Much obliged.” And the big Policeman and the little one walked off in the drizzling rain. Donald Grey raised his hat. sorry—" “Oh, it was quite natural, I'm sure. “Knit- Her—her moth- asked the policeman, » o History states that perfumes were lead, isn’t it?” she asked lightly. | “More exciting than profitable,” he U%¢d by the ancients both as medic- amiled, aments and as instruments of injury, “You seem to have done very well | * it would appear again that “there today?" is nothing new under the sun.” Cer “There is no such thing as winning | '3i0 BFoups of colognes have peculiar at this game any more. This is one | Mects; for instance, the fruit essences game in which the winner loses. In DY blending produce the odor of any this country, the day for making a fruit. Their use is inhibited by the stake with a six-shooter has gone nev- [ACt that they irritate the respiratory er to return. The very best of them— | organs, producing coughing and head- Ed Cassidy, Kid Curry, and many more | aches. Other perfumes have sedative of them have quit and gone away. If effects, and their use is recommended they couldn’t make it win, others had , for nervous people. The employment better be careful.” 1 of perfume as a preventive of nausea “I believe that you couldn't win at Would therefore seem to be merely & most anything,” she urged hopefully. variation of the principle of using col- “No, I couldn’t. The only trade 1|°™® in the treatment of peculiar ail know anything about has been fenced | MtS: With perfume the appeal be- out of business. Why, girl, I can't 'PK."““ T thy “Fu“"m“"_ even read and write. All I know is the thieen Hills in Leslie's Weekly. rope and brandingdron. I let all the good land get away from me. A quar- Going the Limit. tersection of land always looked as small as a town lot to me, anyway. Now there isn't even that much left.” “Drat the luck!” howled the ex- bachelor as his teeth crashed into & case-hardened biscuit. Don't apologize. 1 only hope they | find the baby's mother soon. It's not | & day for little ones to be out.” The girl's tone dismissed him and Donald strode on. This time he felt desperate. If he had wanted to know her after a single glance at her, he longed more than ever now that he | had seen her smile, and heard her speak, had stood before her. He would have felt utterly hope- less if he had not been a firm be- liever in the good Presbyterianism that everything that happens is for the best. If this was the way he was to meet her, never to see her again, why—that was all. If she were meant for him—and with his youthful, hope- tul outlook on life, he believed she Was—he would find her somewhere, For nearly two years he sought her, and then, at a benefit dance given to aid the widows and children of soldiers who had fallen in the war, he Was presented to her by a patroness of the evening. We need THE CASH. You need the Machine. Our interests are mutual, Come let us Serve you. WILSON HARDWARE CO. “Go on,” rejoined his wife, sweetly, “I suppose you are getting ready to say I'll drive you to drink.” “Worse than that, woman,” retorted the innocent victim of wifie's firat at- tempt. “You'll drive me to the free lunch counter.” “Many men have succeeded in busi- ness who had no education,” Jane en- couraged him. “Not when they had a price on their heads, though,” he returned a little bit- terly. “Besides, it would be different —————————————————— —————— The Pitiless Tyrant. Man He Couldn't Admire. Remember that woman is a tyrant, “I don't mind meetin' a man dat and that only when you are under her thinks well of hisse't,” said Uncle | little heel, and it is too late to strug- Eben. “What I don't like is to meet | 81& You will find how pitiless it can one dat tries to make me think he's [ D% 30d how quickly it can crush the & picture card when he knows as well | life and spirit out of a mwan.—Sydney &8 anybody dat he’s only a deuce.” Yorke. Persi “At last, Miss Atwood,” he said. And although the girl only smiled, he had the satisfaction of seeing ln. her eyes a glad look, as it she, too, had been hoplng. “And if it is fates e said to himcelr in a flash, ":)f course, che has been hoping, too.” ——— Preserve Patch of Yew Trees. A bit of primeval yew forest about half a mile square is carefully pre- served in the Bavarian highlands of Germany, the tree, once widely dis- tributed, having become almost extinct in Europe. : i i Florida Land SUITABLE FOR Fruit, Truck and Improved and Unimproved 23,000 ACRES—In Polk County at $6.00 per acre. T; worth more than half the price. 40 ACRE FARM—35 in bearing Orange Grove, &,,,. General Farming o Samples Unimprove - In Large and Small Trac { f Improve u house, packing house and barn, large lake front, Ny Irrigation plant, good heavy soil and good road, opment Plan. miles from Lakeland. Price $30,000.00, FOR NON-RESIDENTS—Good Fruit Lands, well |y in ten, twenty and forty acre tracts; Co-o, NEW BRICK STORE BUILDING—In the city of [ land; Leased for five years at $2,600.00 per annum 000,00. Will trade for Orange Grove as part paymg: 9-ROOM HOUSE and three vacant Lots. Morton $4,200.00. $1,200 down and terms. TWO HOUSES In Dixieland (5-rooms), Terms. rented. $30 TWO GOOD SUBDIVISION Propositions. and desirably located. 20 ACRES FARM—At Lakeland Highland. bearing grove, 600 trees in good condition. idence with Price $10,000. 34 ACRES OF RICH HIGH .HAM ter Hill. modern works; good out buildings with implements an{ . improvement, acres clear. Price $550.00 28 ACRE FARM—uwiih lake front. 6 acres in new cottage and good barn. 2 1 on hard road. 750.00. Cash $1,250.00, Balance deferred at 8 interest, Price $2200.00, young gr -2 miles from Lake A good combination farm, Price per o Some fruit trees; new sidew: For Further Information See J. 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