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THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Dickson Ofice phone Ao%u Red Bpecial attention to drafting legal papers. Marriage licenses and abstracts l tnrnished W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan- Bldg. Telephones: Office 361; R:! 113 Red Lakeland, Floride J. H. PETERSON | ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Bulldtmg .Practice in all courts. Homestead. claimg located and contested Betablished in July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST Room 14 and 15 Kentucky Building | LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT Kibler Hotel, Lakelard, 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 NOT FOR HIMSELF By FRANK LAWRENGE. (Copyright.) All through the trial the prisoner had sat with his body bent forward and his head resting between his gnariud fists—a picture of sullen de- fecticn. It was only at the close of his law- yer's brilliant summing-up that he leaned back and gazed about the crowded court room. Then the district attorney faced the jury. “The evidence against Jud gentlemen,” he said in quiet ‘that carried to the farthest corner, “proves conclusively that he is & desperado unfit to be at large. “The street gang has made him what | he is, and when we send him back to prison we are striking at the organ- ized crime of New York city. “That means that when we Jud Golden we are not merely ing just punishment upon a ruffian' who prowls about with brass knuckles, knife and revolver, engaging in all forms of crime—now a little black- mailing affair, now beating up a help- less man for a few dollars, or com- mitting murder for a scarf pin—" ! “I object, your honor,” interrupted ; counsel for the defense. “My client is not on trial for robberies or murders, ' but for killing a man in self-defense; ! and furthermore—" “Objection overruled,” rapped O.he‘ judge. “Proceed.” “I repeat,” continued the district at-! torney, “that we are not striking at ' this one man, but at the gang that is ' undoing the work of the home, the school and the state. “Now, gentlemen, your duty is clear. Release Jud Golden, and you not only expose society to a dangerous man, but you encourage the gang spirit which-is rotting the vitality of our city.” Then, turning to the judge, he said: “Inasmuch as the prisoner has spent | the greater part of his infamous life | in some form of jail for every kind of crime, I ask you to send him back | where he belongs. He is morally in- capable of living in a law-abiding com- munity. “Nobody wants him. He has no friends, no means of earning an hon- est living, absolutely no reason for re- maining among decent citizens. The man is a moral leper, and as such should be confined.” i The district attorney then ad- dressed the court in the rhetorical style which had so endeared him to the people. As he finished his sum- ming-up, he seated himself quickly and with nervous fingers fumbled his papers and law books. He was afraid to look up for fear of smiling. Those near him whis- pered their congratulations or passed up notes from his friends. At length the weary wait terminated with the return of the jury, who an- nounced, through their foreman, that the prisoner had been found guilty. The judge rapped for order. “Before I pass sentence on you, Jud- son Golden,” he called harshly, “is there anything you wish to say in your behalf?” All eyes were turned toward the prisoner, who seemed taller and more ghastly as he leaned over the dock. “You've got me, judge,” he sald slowly, blinking his squinty eyes at the sea of faces before him. “I guess I've been pretty well introduced, an’ I might as well look pleased an’ let the ceremonies go on. “I ain't goner do the Edelman act, anyhow. What I've done, I've donme. If I'm sorry, that's my business as long as I'm ready to stand the gaff. But there’s somethin'—" The words failed to come, and the big man stared helplessly about, shift- ing his feet and gripping the railing. His blood-shot eyes rested for a mo- ment on a little old woman at his right who sat with bowed head. Then he recollected himself. “That man is right about the gang. It's done for me. I'm crooked as a double-bowed knot an’ then some. But I ain't goner air my private affairs any more'n I have to. An’ I ain’t beggin’ off. It's not for myself I'm talkin’. “You've heard that I hadn't oughter be at large; that no one 'ud miss me if 1 was shot instead of Edelman. That's a lle. I know there’s lots 'ud be glad to pay my funeral expenses, but I've got one friend right here now—my mother.” The prisoner’s voice broke as he pointed unsteadily to the little old woman with the faded bonnet, who up to this moment had passed unnoticed. People all over the court shifted about to get a look at her; several l': | cameras clicked. There was a general whispering, interspersed with cries of * “Keep still!” and “Let him talk!” which died away on the command of “Order!” The prisoner turned to the distriet attorney. “You told my story pretty well, brt you didn't tell it all. You didn't tel ‘em my mother went out by the dav while I played with the gang. You | didn’t tell 'em I used to steal her money when she came home bent in two from the washtub. Yes, an’ struck her when I was only ten years old be- cause she wouldn’t gimme five cents for cigarettes. “Why didn't you tell how I stamped on the cakes she smuggled in to me at the reform school? Why didn't you mention my comin’ home fightin’ | drunk after bein' away five years? I upset the table where she had every- thing spread out for my return, made China’s Cattle Industry. Contrary to general belief, China | not only raises cattle in large num- | bers, but exports frozen beef in quan- | tities which have now assumed a commercial magnitude of such size that world-widespossibilities may be ex- pected in time to come. Upward of 200,000 cowhides are annually export- ed from Shantung. her gimme all her money, an’ went ot with the boys. “A week later she was turned out on the street, an’ I never lifted a fin- | ger to help her. Why didn’t you men- tion that, Mr. District Attorney? “Many a night she passed by Egan’s | saloon, where I hung out, an’ slipped some money into my hand. Instead of thankin’ her, I'd invite the boys in an’ leave her standin’ at the curb. “Then I was sent up for breakin’ into Story’s house. Do you think she was ashamed of her drunken, thievin’ brute of a son? No, sir! She went everywhere beggin’ them to let me go. “Yes, an’ paid for one of the best lawyers in the country, though it didn’t do no good. Then she worked like a nigger to bring me papers an’ tobaccer an’ things to eat. An’ I uster snarl at her for not leavin' me alone.” The prisoner looked down at ‘the little imp figure. “That's what got me to thinkin'’. ‘What did I ever do for her except to make her life miserable an’ bring shame on her? One day she tripped as she was goin’ out of my cell, an’ I caught her in my arms and kissed her. Then she smiled up at me through " her tears until— “Aw, you wouldn't understand. But I did, an’ as soon as she was outside the bars I got down on my knees an’ prayed—prayed, mind you—that she might live until I was free so I could | work for her an’ show her how I felt about her now. “Every time she came after that she looked thinner an’ older. Once when she didn't come at the reg'lar time I thought—the thing had happened. But ' she came, an’ I was happy. “The day they let me go, we took & i trip to Coney Island, an’ I felt like & . kid. I guess she was happy or she wouldn't have told me. That Edelman had squeezed fifty dollars out of her as hush money. Told her he'd squeal i on me like he did before if she didn’t cough up. “Then, after he got the money, he' faked up that lyin’ statement to keep me in stripes because he was afraid of me. If I'd gone straight home the detectives were ready to pinch me. But I didn’t. I went to the scoundrel an’ ordered him to hand back the money. He pulled his gun on me, an’ T let him have mine right in his grin- nin’ face. Then the cops came. Lord, when you're down you're always down! “Now you're goner send me back— now, when I was ready to do a man’s work—now, when I wanted to slave for her as she did for me— “An’ you won't let me!” he shrieked, pounding wildly on the rail. “I'm so much scum an’ fiith to be swept down in the sewer where I belong. But what about her? What’s she ever done to be punished? She ain’t got a bit of strength left nor a place to go nor & soul to take care of her.” Turning to the judge, he flung out his wasted hands. “Don’t send me away!” he cried. “Don’t you belleve'me? Just let me work for her till—she digs, an’ then you can do what you want with me. 1 said I wasn't beggin’ off. I am, judge! T am—here, on my knees. “Gimme a chance to prove I'm in earnest—only a year. What more can 1 say! You're old yourself. Look at her, judge. Look at her old clothes an’ worn-out face. Ididit. I've killed her. Her face will be before me night an’ day. I—" The prisoner threw his head on his arms and leaned against the rail in a huddled heap. The members of the jury, in various cramped attitudes, stared at the floor or out the win- dows. Throughout the court room was deep silence, broken here and there by a spasmodic sob. Presently the little old woman tot- tered toward the prisoner's box and reached up her bony hands from un- der her shawl. As she felt his con- vulsive grasp, she pressed her wasted cheeks against his arm and cried soft- ly. “It's all right, old lady,” he muttered hoarsely without looking \m “Stop it ! now. Don't take on—don’t. i The whispering died away as the judge looked up from the brief un, which he had been tracing patterns, ' cleared his throat several times, and frowned. ' “In accordance with the verdict of the court,” he commenced, and then paused to cough. “In accordance with the verdict—that is to say—in view of | extenuating circumstances — sentence {s suspended.” There was a general shuffling of feet and chairs as the large audience rose to depart. In a short while the room was empty save for two figures at the dock. Presently the man got up from his knees. “Come, mother.” he said gently, “we’d better be goin' home.” Humorous, If True. Readers who had some difficulty in | remembering where the Falkland is lands were, may have been helped by | the recollection of one of lan Mae- laren’s stories. After a disaster to an emigrant ship many years ago, some of the survivors reached those islands. When the news reached home, the minister of s Scottish church to which some of the emi- grants had belonged, prayed thus: “Oh, Lord, we pray thee to be with our brethren, stranded in the Falk- land islands, which, as Thou knowest, are situated in the South Atlantic ocean.” Where the Trouble Lies. Wife—I wish you would realize, John, that there is something in the world besides money. Husband—I do; the trouble is that when I want anything done I can't get the other fellow to realize it. Daily Thought. Blessed are the happiness makers; | blessed are they that remove friction, tlmt make the course of life smooth, and the intercourse of men gentle!— Henry Ward Beecher. Uncle Eben. Plan of | Campaign In high social circles the girl who ‘ wants to cut out another girl orders new dresses and more bats. Among savages she sticks on a few more beads and feathers. But in some middle western towns she rolls up ber rleeves, opens the flour bin and cooks something calculated to knock the spots off anything culinary the other girl ever dared dream of. That was why Mrs. Fruby said to ' ber daughter with a hint of excite- ment in her voice, “Try him on beaten biscuits, Sadle! And your chocolate marshmallow pudding!™ It had been hard enough all ber life for Mrs. Fruby to be outdone by Mary Sandler without having to en- dure seeing Mary Sandler's daughter get ahead of her own Sadie. And of late Rosa Sandler had asked Peter Vernon to dinner entirely too often to suit Mrs. Fruby's plans. So bad half a dozen other girls. For Peter Vernon was a matrimonial prize, the like of which a small town does not see more than once in a generation. He had an interest in the big engine works, which made money so fast that it gave the populace the hic- coughs trying to count it. Natural jealousy of Mary Sandler made Mrs. Fruby consider Rosa & deadly rival. Rosa was nearly as pretty as Sadle and, moreover, she was a good cook. So were Margaret and Agnes and Carrie, other aspirants. Loulse—Mrs. Fruby merely smiled at ! the idea of Loulse. Being built on solid lines herself, Mrs. Fruby had an imagined contempt for ethereal creatures like Loulse, who looked as though a puff of wind might easily remove her from the scene. Loulse was of the ethereal, useless kind and Mrs. Fruby knew that no sensible man wanted a' help- less wife. Men, she often told Sadle, liked energy and ability w1 a girl. As for cooking, it was doubttul if Louise could even cook a par, fudge with- out burning it. Peter Vernon was a &il, thin young man with a well set head and a kind- 1y, it shrewd, smile. . “He's not the sort to get taken In!" Mrs. Fruby sald thankfully as she superintended Sadie’s work making the beaten biscuit for that night's supper, to which Peter Vernon was coming. “Does your arm ache? Let me beat awhile!"” Peter Vernon liked the beaten bis-, cuit immensely. He ate six. And he had two helpings of the chocolate marshmallow pudding. “She nearly beat her arm off mak- ing those,” Sadie's mother confided to him. “But, 1 tell you, nothing daunts Sadie! When she does a thing she does it!" i “They certainly were mighty good,” repeated Peter Vernon. “We always have ‘em Wednesday evenings,” sald Sadie’s mother with a sudden inspiration. “And you drop in that night without waiting to be uked. since you're so fond of 'em!") “Yes, do!" echoed Sadie. Beaten biscuits are hard to make. Many were the weary hours Sadie Fruby put in over them, because they had to be made regularly on Wednes- days. Sometimes Peter dropped in, and 1f he did not he was certain to be met on the street the next day by Sadle or her mother and pinned down to another date. Mrs. Fruby took his fondness for the marshmellow pud- ding as an especially good sign. “You keep it up, Sadie," she told her daughter the evening Peter had | stayed a half-hour beyond his usual ! time. “I can begin to see that you're winning out!" “I don't know,” Sadie sald dubious- ly. “He goes to Isabel's and Marga- ret's, too—and Louise's!" “lI wouldn't wor declared her mother. “I guess bel can't make biscuit like yours and Margaret's cake is a joke. And you know Louise! ‘Why, you've got 'em all on the run!" “But he never says anything," Sadie protested. “I mean anything that I i could take as—" “He ain’t that kind,” declared Mrs. Fruby. “He ain't going to make love to a girl till he's engaged to her! You beat those biscuits longer nnt time!" Shortly after that the local newspa- per contained the unexpected an- nouncement of the quiet marriage of | Peter Vernon and Loutse, the ethereal. ' Mrs. Fruby, after a hysterical scream when she read the news, told | Sadie plainly what she thought of Peter. She talked 80 vehemently that she did not notice how pale' Sadie’s cheeks were. Sadle usually was stolid and unmoved. “Well,” Mrs. Fruby said at last, wiping her eyes, “it can't be helped. | You'd better stir up some beaten bis- cult for supper tonight—it's Wodno.-‘ day!” Habit was strong In her. It was then that Sadie voiced o brand new theory of Iife. “Beaten biscuit!" she echoed grimly. “T never want to see one again! I guess what y‘m; eat doesn't count for much, after ant” Not Looking Too Far Ahead. “What is your boy going to be when he grows up?" “I don’t know. We've not got that far yet. We're devoting all our time to ways and means of bringing him safely through his college football period. After that we'll probably choose a career for him.” i Marriage a Developer. Marriage brings out latent qualities In a man. Just think how many great story-tellers it has made.— =y le.—Town Top- For Eastern Laughs. “Mr. Dewer called again this morn- ing,” said the new office boy as Mr. Wilson entered the office. “Did you tell him I bad gone to C , the air of a general. Dorothy sat near | , by, her angelic eyes blazing with ex- ' tangled floss upon the floor. | and was originally, Leammg ——Howi “l am eupeclally anxious for leoldf to come,” read Harold’s mother. “Dor- | | othy has never had any one to play with except her father and mo.] and she doesn't know how to Dlt’l with children of her own age. A more angelic child never breathed and Dick 1s eager to see what a hit of well di- rected spice will do for her. He al- ways has felt that she should bave been born a boy, you know. 8o come soon.” H It was with timid obedience to her : parents’ urgent directions that Dor-| othy, aged four, went forward two, weeks later and gravely gave her Cous- in Harold a welcoming kiss, saying in slow and awestruck tones: “You can play with my toys and the attic is all ready.” “Well, come on!" shouted Harold. Then, pulling her ruthlessly by the hand, he started up the broad stair- way for the stories above. “The dears!” chimed the mothers In unison. Then the two settled down to discuss the various merits of their offspring, wondering how soon they might be called upon to explain to | Dorothy just what it was that Har- old meant by his boyish actions. But there was no sudden summons to the attic. Two hours later they crept upstairs to call the children to luncheon and to note Dorothy’s prog- ress. . Harold was directing operations with | citement, shearing wildly her best doll's hair. About her lay several dolls of various sizes, mercilessly bar- bered, and on the floor were strewn the curls that had once graced the bisque heads. It was not this sight that made her mother start forward with a cry of terror and catch up her child in a fe- ver of amazement. Dorothy’s curis had evidently been the first to fall. They lay intermingled with the “He's been teaching me to play, mother,” cried Doruchy as she strug- gled free. “We're barbers, and he cut off my hair like his and we've cut the dolls’ halr, too, when they had any.” During luncheon both children were gravely admonished and though rest- less to a marked degree they promised ! solemnly not to use the scissors and { not to throw anything—Harold having suggested an imitation of an apart- ment buflding fire ‘that he had wit- ! | nessed where all the furniture had been thrown from the upper floors. Further, they promised not to pound anything, and not to paint anything but their own paint books. Then with a sigh from Dorothy's mother and a tender smooth to Dor- othy’s shorn head, the children were allowed to seek thelr own amuse- ment once more. “Harold doesn't mean to be destruc- tive,” his mother said sadly, but a bit proudly as well. “And he does obey. We can trust them now that they have our restrictions to go by. It is his inventive genius for something new to do. He never played barber be- fore in his life. It must have been because his father had his hair trimmed while I was buying my new hat yesterday—a perfect dream, Ma- rion! A most extravagant willow plume and a few gold rose buds—" “But such an investment, dear!" an. swered her sister. “Mme. Renova has | used my white plume, dyed green, on a high small togue.” With that the subject of fashions was launched for the afternoon. Some hours later, because of the sflence in the attic, they went fn search of the cherubs. They were not in the attic, nor in the nursery nor vet in mother's room. But there they ound evidences of pilfering that sent terror to the mothers’ hearts and set them to calling loudly for their dar- lings. Dorothy had rifled her mother’s hat box. The tissue paper coverings and the box 1id were strewn abou but the hat was gone. 5 From the guest room the cherubs answered eagerly and innocently. “We're playing milliner's shop,” called Dorothy’s high treble, an eerie gleam in her usually soft eyes. “Har- old knows such lots of plays and 'm learning like you said to. And we're golng to stuff some dolls’ plllows with these.” On the bed lay the two ha of all that had made them n::d:lh:: the season’s most perfect designs. Up right on ®ach stood a single wiry stick ‘mnn Wwhich all the fibers of a once ! lovely plume had been stri the white counterpane lay p:.:lls up 'mn. of green and rose. “It's some like excolllor. onl, er,” shouted Harold, “and In ;lm it will be fine.” Then, seeing the tragedy that lay in his mother's eyes, he scrambled to her side, saying eagerly: “Wwe dldn't cut or throw or pound or paint, mother—* The rest was drowned in the slam- ming door on the retiring figures of Dorothy and Domthyl mother. Simple Enough, “l don’t know how to make con- versation when in society." “It's simple enough. When you's re with automobile people you talk auto- mobile, and when you're with bridge people you talk bridge.” The Kilt in History. The Scottish kilt, as an article of dress, dates back to historic so fi be ar as can figured out, merely weather. 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