Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 8, 1915, Page 3

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Little Homeless | dren Suffer In Florida? INOT BELIEVE that the good people of Flor- there are right fow in our State' Hundreds in real need—some absolutely homeless— ¢ be cared for. hat they do not know that there are hun- mothers in Florida who are just struggling ittle ones alive—and at home. in Florida crowded to the doors—that the will let our great work which has cared little ones this year alone—go down for lack ep it up. Your immediate help—is greatly now—Please send what you can to-day—to fon, Treasurer of hildren’s Home Society of Florida Florida's Greatest Charity Bldg. JACKSONVILLE, FLA. Flonda Explosnves Company FORT MEADE, FLA. * Xk k% e a Polk County lastitution. £Can Furnish you with DYNAMITE For Agricultural Work VRITE US FOR INFORMATION * % % % re large handlers of Mining ind Quarry Explosives. * % %% Florida Explosives Co. FORT MEADE, FLA, V8 S & e RN DENTISTRY Cfil’fl‘fll. S‘I'OCK SI0.000.00 e ot GO0 D DENTISTRY. dern Equipment and years of practical exper- 8 you Best Work at Reasonable Prices. $8.00 Up Crown and Bridge Work $4.00 Up P d Ten Years —_ Practical “r PA} Experien ase, Loose Teeth treated and cured. Teeth B hout pain. Come and let me examine your B ke you estimate. L ] STAIRS FUTCH AND GENTRY BLDG.H Hours 8 to 6. Suite 10-12-14 By Appointment 7 to 9 Evenings : and Equipment for White and Colored. 3 Teeth extracted, under ten years, FREE. Mitchell’s Painless Dental Office § 40006000 VOTES GIVEN ON ALL CASH "~'PURCHASES, AN.D ON ALL CASH PAID ON AC- COUNT. GET COUPONS FOR MERCHANTS CO-OPERA- TION CONTEST. Yours to Please » mite Do Dickson The Ways of Alice “U'm distressed half to death about 1 her,” sighed Mrs. Clinton. She glanced out of the window at her daughter, who was seated on the front porch deeply engrossed in a book. “1 never was interested in books to the exclusion of everything else, and | can't see why my daughter should be. And for a girl not to care . was hungry. anything Mh.rmnlllfllflvdylbi normal.” Mrs. Clinton's pretty face quivered with mental agony. “Alice doesn’t care a bit whether she has any clothes or not,” she declared, bitterly. “When 1 told her that she simply must decide | on her wedding gown she just looked ; up at me with a dreamy, faraway ex- pression and sald: ‘Why must | have & wedding gown? Why can't Frederick and I just go down to the chapel some day when we get ready and be mar ried without any fuss? “Did you ever hear of anything so preposterous? Why, I was simply out of my mind for weeks before 1 was married. 1 thought of nothing but my clothes. | struggled with them all day and dreamed of them all night, and that's the normal, natural way tor a girl to feel.” Mrs. Henderson, aunt of the repre- hensible Alice, laughed. “Why don't you let Alice do as she pleases?” she inquired. Mrs. Clinton frowned. “Now, | sup- pose you're going to take her part,” she said. “But it fsn’t a particle of | use. She's the only daughter I have, g0 this is the only wedding |1 shall ever have in my own family, and | am determined to get some fun out of it. You won't believe harking back to her grievance, “but the other day when | asked her if she'd Itke to have you go with us to select her wed- ding gown she looked more interested than I'd seen her for weeks. ‘That would be lovely,’ she sald. ‘But do you think there's any necessity for my going? Why don't you and Aunt Florence go by yourselves? I could have spanked her.” A few days later, as they left the stationer’s shop, after ordering the.in- vitations and announcements, with Alice presumably somewhere in their rear, Mrs. Clinton said in a tone of satisfaction to Mrs. Henderson: “Now ‘we can devote the rest of the morning to the wedding gown. “Show us some of your bridal satin, please,” she said to the clerk a few minutes later. “That's an exquisite | plece,” she continued, as he held up the soft, shimmering fabric which fell in graceful foids o his arm. “It 1s beautiful, fsn’t 1t?" sald Mrs. Henderson. “And it certainly is rea- sonable. I doudt if you could do any better.” “It s pretty,” sald Mrs. Clinton re- flectively, “but, of course, I'm not going to take the first thing | see.” The clerk displayed bolt after boit of material and was rewarded at the | end of his labors by hearing Mrs. Clinton say: “Thank you very much. Now we'll go and look at some of the | lighter matertals. l “l haven't quite decided what the bridesmaids ought to wear,” she re- marked a short time after, as she and | her sister examined piles of soft, delt- | cate chiffons and fairylike silk mus- |Uns. “If they wear chiffon, I don't want Alice to, of course, and I think | champagne chiffon or velling over messaline would be lovely for the malds, but [ intend to decide positively before anything is sald to them. “Now, we'll go to Blank's and look,” she sald complacently, when they had examined every possible material in the first shop. “I'm going to see everything before I decide.” Some time later, after they had vis- ited every possible depository of wed- ding gown material and had examined 8o many things that they could hardly have distinguished brocade from cheesecloth, with tired faces and dis- heveled locks, they returned to the first shop and bought the plece of satin which they had first looked at. When had been cut off Mrs. Clinton heaved igh of relief. “Now,” she sald, “Alice, you must go right up to madame's and let her take your measurements. There's no time to be wasted, for dressmakers are 80 provokingly slow.” She paused a moment, but, receiv- ing no response, she inquired: “Don’t you think it’s lovely, child?" There was still no answer. Turn- ing, she found that she had been ad- dressing the empty air. There was no Alice an; ere near. She looked at Mrs. Henderson'and Mrs. Hender- son looked at her. Then the two sasped In unison. Alice was distinctly not present. Feverishly they retraced their steps as nearly as possible to ery shop and every counter in every shop which they had visited. Neither of them could remember when they had last seen the prospective bride. Finally, as a last resort, they re- turned to the bookseller’s shop where they had ordered the announcements. ‘There, tucked up in a corner, so deep- ly engrossed iIn her book that she was unaware of their presence until they had stood, speechless, in front of her for several seconds, sat the unregen- erate Alice. She greeted them with the sweetest of smiles. “Did you get the dress?” she asked., “1 knew you didn’t really need me, 80 . when | found you were gone I just waited.” Rub With Paper. By rubbing the bathtub with crum- pled newspaper as soon as it s thor- oughly dry, every bit of grease, soap, lint and the marks from the water will be easily and quickly removed. It 18 not necessary to do any scouring if the tub s smooth, but it is quite nec- essary that it be dry. Frwly Is Not Blind. In we see onmly those hlu'hlel may be prejudicial to our friends, while in love we discern no faults but those by which we our selves suffer.—La Bruyere. | WILLIAW'SBANQU —_— By GEORGE BARTLETT, (Copyright.) William McGrath, known among friends and foes as Sweet William, This statement should be amplified. Merely to assert that Sweet William was hungry might con- vey the impression that in the usual, well-ordered routine of William's daily lite, dinner time had arrived, reviving memories, perhaps, of a light lunch of pork chops and ale or some other pleasantly incongruous luncheon com- bination. As a matter of fact, dinner time had arrived, but, as yet, it had revived not even a memory. Since then other meal times had ar rived, and with them their correspond- ing and cumulative appetite, but Wil- ! lam's celebrations had been, to say | the most, irregular and fragmentary. It will not seem strange, therefore, that as he crept up the steps of a certain car marked “Division Superin- tendent, Private,” the uppermost thought in Willlam's mind was food. The car had been switched on to a , lonely side track near which William's Journey had been interrupted by t.lu fll-timed forcefulness of a freight con- | ductor. Evidently the superintendent had just finished his dinner. He was standing beside a table of empty dishes, facing down the car, and was Just in the act of putting a match to a cigar. William’s first glance took in the car and the table with its suggestion of food in the vicirity. Then, as his eyes fell on the man he involuntarily stepped back with an exclamation of | surprise. “Walter Stimson, by jiminy!" he ejaculated. “Must be eighteen years since I saw Walt. Well, I guess I'm pretty sure of a hand-out anyhow.” He stroked his coat collar—a quite useless performance—adjusted his mobile features, and pushed open the door. half turn, but as he faced full around again the pleasing smile was pushed | from his face by a sudden onslaught of fear and consternation. Only two things in the world were visible to him—a taunting rim of steel that seemed contemptuously anxious to ‘wink his life out, and a bright unwink- ing eye that seemed only too ready to superintend the process. For a demoralized second Willlam contemplated flight. However, he re- membered in time that in a race be- tween a spring door and a hair-trigger the spring door never gets started. Accordingly he tried to wrinkle his face into its original smirk, put out his hand and made a tentative shuffie toward the man behind the rim of steel. “I reckon you don't know me, Walt,” he said soothingly. “Willlam Mec- Grath? 'Member, I was an operator on the Iron Mountain when you was & brakie?” 'What! Sweet Willlam?" “The same.” Willlam's shufie acquired decision and his smile began to have a less ered effect. Hold on Sweet,” voice behind the gun. arated a long time from your pedigree and you don't look wholesome. What are you monkeying around here for?" William began a recital of his many sorrows, but Stimson interrupted him. “I will hear the story of your melan- choly past at 2ome other time, Wil- liam. At present what I want to know is—what are you doing here?” “Why, 1 was taking the dead-head route to Omaha when one of your fat, underworked, overpaid freight cons tipped me on to the ballast. 1 seen your car standing here, so I reckoned I'd touch you for a hand-out, not hav- ing had enough for two days to sup- port the germs of starvation. When I seen that it was you who was a di- vision superintendent with a private car, I felt sure of my piece of ple.” “I believe you, Sweet. Sit down."” The gun waved William into a chair and disappeared into the superintend- ent’s hip pocket in the same movement. “As a matter of fact, I'm even glad to see you.” “Does it extend to distributing a little fodder?” asked William, as the super seemed inclined to sink into a moment’s mediation. “Not yet,” said Stimson thought- fully. “I may have a little manual labor for you, and knowing how much you don't like work we'll have the job first and the feed afterward.” “Kinder rotten way to treat a starv- ing man,” grumbled Willlam. “We've a big cut-off building 15 miles up the line, and the pay car was due to go forward there tonight, but we got a line on a hold-up that was to be pulled off between here and there. “So instead of sending the cash with the pay car, the pay car was loaded with mean-minded men with rifles, and the cash, in case the car should be blown up instead of held up, was load- ed into the safe, this car being side- tracked here to wait until the fun was over. “Well, the dope went wrong some- how. I was held up instead of the pay car. If you'll take a look at my clothes and face you'll see what a pleasant time we had. Finally they got their artillery trained on me and made me open the safe. 1 fooled 'em some, though. -They only got twelve ! thousand dollars. The rest was in a secret compartment that they didn't tumble to. Careless Omission Costly. A “monkey-wrench” mechanic will often omit placing cotter pins or re- taining wires in the crown nuts in the motor transmission case or differential | bousing. Should one of these nuts shake off it will more than likely get into the gear mesh and break up the He insinuated himself in on a ! “That's why I h-vq to stay with the car. They cut the wire two miles each side of here, so I couldn’t cut in on the line. That's why I couldn’t let you jeat first. I want you to run up the | line three miles to Wiggstaff. It's a | day station. If the operator's gome home bu’st in and send the details to Assistant Superintendent Wallace, in | charge of pay car at Bendover. ! “Tell him 1 heard the chief bandit order his men to split and meet at Flatstone Guich. Tell him to take all his men there and round up the whole sang. Now hurry, William! Run, and I'll see you fed for the rest of your life.” There's no use arguing with a man who's lost twelve thousand dollars. He doesn't listen. Stimson took Wil- liam by the arm and led him to the door at the other end from the one by which he had entered. As they passed the kitchen the odor of recently cooked food brought him almost to the point of rebellion, but the pressure of Stimson’s big hand showed him that he would only be de- laying the ultimate feast by objections. He dropped to the track. By this ' time night had fallen. As he looked | around at the car he saw Stimson dis- appear inside. For a few yards he t.nld‘ed moodily on. Then he stopped. “Three miles, nix!” said he. “If Stimson's twelve thousand can't wait till I forage, Stimson's twelve thou- sand can beat it. 1ain’t on his bond.” Willlam turned and sneaked back ' along the track side until he came to the kitchen window. The light was burning and the window was open, but hopelessly high. A fence ran parallel with the track, but it was too far away. | William's hunger made him inven- tive. Pulling out a fence rail he placed it bridgewise from the fence to the window and crawled slowly and | carefully along it, He paused a moment to get his bear- preparation for feasting his stomach. i him. With a startled gasp he recoiled so suddenly that his narrow perch re- fused to accommodate his spreading limbs, and Sweet Willlam thudded softly to a sitting posture on the ties below. He was brought to a consciousness that two objects cannot meet without { Interruption to one of them, by being encircled in two brawny arms and finding himself in the center of a group of men, among whom he rec- ognized the freight conductor of his recent acquaintauce. “Bring him along! He may be a pal!” shouted somebody. All hurried forward, leaving Wil- llam's captor to drag his captive in thelr wake—a task for which he seemed capable. Willlam started to explain, but his own lack of breath and his guard's lack of leisure proved a combination too strong for coherence. The guard poked an unreasonably hard fist into his ribs and told him to shut up. Willlam, being scarcely ca- pable of anything else, did so. The leaders reached the private car. Two ran to the other end. The oth- ers waited. Then each party stole up the steps. Willlam's guardian pushed him ahead of him and stole up be- hind. There was a rush, a scuffle and a tremendous shouting. When William could get a clear view of affairs, Mr. Stimson was dejectedly surveying, through swollen eyes, the train and engine crew of a freight, while two men were giving first aid to the cook, and the real superintendent was exam- ining the diamond drill that had bitten half-way through his safe. “Don’t tell me that hobo put you wise,” pleaded Stimson. “I'd hate to think I couldn’t bamboozle Sweet Wil- llam.” “I don’t know what the deuce you're talking about,’ said the super, “but I don’t think any hobo could be greener than the way you tied me up. I dropped out of the kitchen window and happened to pull up with a stalled freight train. Who's Sweet William— a pal of yours?” “He means me,” put in Willlam, smiling. “I was running up the track to get help.” Stimson laughed aloud. was—not. He thought I was the su- perintendent.” The freight conductor turned from the reviving cook to look Willlam over. “What, him!” said he irrelevantly. “Why that's the bum I dropped on the gravel an hour ago. He's all right. Kick him oft.” Napoleon’s Wedding. The bride gave her age as three years younger than she actually was, and Bonaparte, with a gallantry that under the circumstances was to be commended, had himself registered one year older than his real age, so as to make the disparity appear less noticeable. . The wedding was without cere mony; a pair of peasants could not have had one simpler. There were no groomsmen, nor bridesmaids; only the subscribing witnesses at- Josephine signed her name to the records as Detascher, ignoring Beau- harnais altogether, while the groom wrote Bonaparte instead of Buona- parte.—Napoieon and the End of the French Revolution, Charles F. War wick. Around Europe. “Do you know your way around Eu- rope?” “Yes, you can go by way of Spits- bergen to the north, or through the Mediterranean to the south I don't blame you for wanting to go around " Would Not Think of Defeat. As to being prepared for defeat, 1 certainly am not. Any man who is prepared for defeat would be half | defeated before he commenced. Ihope | for success, shall do all in my power to secure it, and trust to God for the rest—Admiral Farragut. Her First Book. “Your mnovel will be bound im ings and feast his eyes as a gradual | The preliminary proved too much for | e ,,,‘ I Every Dollar Expended for Lumber Is Well Invested The buildings you construct with the lumber you buy, mean not only economy in the conservation of crops, machinery and stock, but add to the equipment and value of the farm. Lumber purchased for repairs, is an especially wise purchase, as its use prevents the buildings from deteriorating in value and usefulness. Lakeland Manufacturing Company LAKELAND, FLORIDA Delivering Promptly .18 one of the features of our business d You can have your package done on short notice if B wish. We wish also to call the attention of housekeepers § to the fact that we are making special low prices on bed and table linen when sent in lots of six sheets or more d with towels, napkins, etc. The Lakeland Steam . Laundry PHONE 130 R W WEAVEII Prop. Lower Prices on Ford Cars Effective August 1st, 1914 to Augustist, tyl§ and guatanteed against any reduction during that time. All cars tully equippea f 0. b. Derroit, Runabout. . . . Touring Car . Town Car... .. Buyers to Share in Profits Aul retail buyers of new Ford cars from August 1st, 1914 to August 1st, 1915 will share in the profits of the company to the extent of $40 to $60 per car, on each car they buy, FROVIDED: we sell and de- liver 300,000 new Ford cars during that pe- riod. Ask ua for particulars FORD MOTOR COMPANY Lakeland Auto and Supply Co. POLK COUNTY AGENTS. “““onm The Financial Crisis Over We are now in shape togive you the benefit of our Low Expenses. Let us wire your House and save you money, Lower Insur- ance, Cleanliness and Convenience are the results. T. L. CARDWELL Phone 397 With Lakeland Sheet Metal Works Mmmfl“m LR RS e SR SRR S e YOUR EYES Are worth more to you than most any other part of the body. When you feel them growing tired, hurting, smart- or drowsy, think of Cole & Hull for your glasses. We do - our own lense grinding, all broken lenses duplicated, “A PLEASURE TO SHOW GOODS.” COLE & HULL Jewelres and Optometrists Lakeland. Fla. e

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