Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 13, 1915, Page 6

CHARLOTTE HARBOR AND NORTHERN RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” SAFETY FIRST. ATTRACTIVE SERVICE. COURTESY FOR THE SCHEDULE IN EFEECT JANUARY 1ST, 1915 —sSubject to Change Without Notice— th R AT . . .No. 84.|.No. 83. No. 89 | No. 82 “ 123 “ 123 ATLANTIC COAST LINE “126.| ' 128 p.m. am. 930 |Lv ..... Jacksonville . .. Ar| p.m. 6 45 am. 545 |[Lv . Lakeland . Ar| .5 30 .9 650 6 10 a.m. v .. .. Tampa .. . Ar| 725 p.m, 722 Lv ....... Winston ....... Lvjs E 16 No. 3 No. ¢4 .No.1 |C.H&N. BOCA GRANDE ROUTRE No.2 .|C.H.& N. Limited s 9 15 Lv Mulberry ........ Ar(s 4 40 f8.07 628 Bruce .. . t 4 21 8 55 £8 07 628 . . Bruce .. £ 421 8 55 88 12 631 .. Plerce ..... s 417 |f 8 650 18 16 634 |.. . Martin Junction . t 413 8 45 s 8 25 6 40 . . Bradley Junction . s 405 |s 8 40 s8 34 6 46 . Chicora t 368 |f 831 1839 6 61 . . Cottman .. . f 348 8 22 £8 39 661 | ...... +.. Cottman .|t 348 8 22 18 45 6 54 Baird t 343 8 18 18 54 f01 |..... Fort Green Junction f 333 8 08 8 58 702 cecane Fort Green .... f 330 8 06 s9 03 705 . Fort Green Springs s 3256 |t 802 £9 13 713 . Vandolanh .... Lfr312 |f 751 s9 18 717 «. Ona . 8 307 |f 747 19 30 726 . Bridge f 254 736 s9 38 731 .Limestone s 244 |t 728 S TS (A R el Kinsey .|t 239 724 . Bunker.Lansing t 225 712 Shops .. f 2 14 7 04 210 |s 700 Arcadia 205 |8 655 . Shops .. f 168 6 50 . Nocatee f 146 6 40 . Hull 8136 |[f 630 . Fort Ogden ... f 127 |f620 Boggess .. J 618 Platt 612 Mars .. 6 58 Murdock . t 653 Southland 5 40 . McCall .. f 536 . Placida . .6 20 .. Gasparilla 508 . Boca Grande ... .. |s11 65 |8 500 Ar .. South Boca Grande .. ... | 11 45 4 50 am, p.m. Daily Daily “C H. & N. LIMITED” Through lloer‘er Between Jacksonville, Lakeland, Arcadia & Boca Grande C. H. & N. Limited, train No. 3 will stop at flag stations todischarge| passengers holding tickets from Lakeland and poin orth. 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 Agentg will be cheerfully fur. nished by the undersigned. L. M. FOUTS, N. H. GOUCHER, C. B. McCALL, 2nd V. P. & Gen. Mgr. Supt. Transportation, G.F.& Pass.Agt., Boca Grande, Fla. Arcadia, Fla. Boca Grande, Fila. S ——. SPEGIAL 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 neced THE CASH. You need the Machine. Our interests are mutual. Come let us Serve you. WILSON HARDWARE CO. INFORMATION OF THE PUBLIC MARK AND HIS WIFE By GEORGE A. ENGLAND. (Copyright.) “Look here, Malcolm, you've got to tell me! She's my wife, and—" “Hush! Not so loud!” ‘She can hear, then?” “Yes, she’s conscious—how much longer she will be I can't say.” “Sinking, Malcolm?” “Now, now, no questions! better go out in the hall.” “Never!” Mark' reddened eyes glinted deflance. “No, no, I'm not go- ing to leave her while she’s gasping like that!” His voice shrilled hys- terically. “But you're only harming her by staying!” “No, no, she's my—" Malcolm slid a broad palm over the protesting mouth; his other hand gripped Mark's elbow. “Out you go!” he commanded, try- ing to thrust Mark into the hall, but Mark clung and the doctor could not shake him off. He had perforce to drag him out. When they were both in the hall and the door was shut: “Hang you!” said the doctor in a voice tense as steel, “you get out and stay out! Don't be a crazy fool!’ “Mally, Mally! you're my friend—my best, oldest—" “All the more reason why I'm going You'd Drop dat autermobile of yours, s’ come in an’ tell me all about it! I can't keep dis here door open all night ~—dey’s sick folk in here, see?” “That’s so, that's so!” Mark let the barrow handles fall and came into the corridor blinking. “No, w'at is it youse want? sent you?” “Malcolm—that is, Dr. Miller.” “Yes?” “And he said for me to get oxygem in a tank, right away.” “Say, are you Mr. Andrews?” “Andrews? Yes, that's my name My wife's sick—pneumonia—" “Oh, yes, now I know. Sav. sitdown & minute Il get it!” He padded away on his rubber soles. “Plum dotty!” he said to himself as he unlocked the storercom and switched the light. Mark, left alone, stared unblinking- ly at the incandescent, clenching and unclenching his bony hands. Once he swallowed hard and tried to wet his lips with his dry tongue. After a cer tain time he heard a metallic rolling noise, and saw in a dream the orderly propelling a long blue cylinder dovnl the hall. “Here you are!” said Foley, “an’ here’s de tube an’ inspirator. I'll put ‘em right here in your pocket, see? Now you wait one minute, an’ I'll fix youse a good dose of whisky an’ git & hat an’ some gloves. I guess one Who | pneumontia case at a time's enough for She’s my wife nnd‘ have {t! to keep you out of there till she—ral- les! Till then, I'm not your friend— I'm the doctor, nothing else, nmmn;.1 Remember!’ The hand-grip was gone from Mark's angular elbow; the hall door was shut, the man was alone. He leaned against the wall for a minute, shivering as he ! wall and waited. heard the windows rattle with the Jan- ' uary gale; then he shuffied to the stairs and sat down. His air was that of a man who has been painstakingly mangled on the rack and then given five minutes’ re- spite. The gas flame over his head cast a high light on his salient cheek bones. dozed, with pendent arms. Malcolm’s hand on his shoulder wak- ened him in half an hour; he started up wild-eyed and shivering. “What—what time is it?" he stam- mered in confusion. *Is Dorry—is she—" After a while he uodded nnd’ , through and through with long sting- . ing arrows. “Come, now, pull yourself together,” said the doctor, sternly. “I've got some work for you. Get your things on quick! You've got to go down to the dispensary.” “What! And leave—" “Yes. I can't go, Miss Abbott here can't go, and somebody's got to go, so you see how it is. We've got to have a tank of oxygen, right off!” “What?” “Oxygen. It comes in big steel cyl- inders like soda water tanks, painted blue, with a valve at the top—you've seen 'em. The quicker you can get one up here, the better it will be.” “What—what are they for, those tanks?" “Well, when there isn't anything else to do, we give oxygen to aerate | ' too, was blotted out; the universe was the blood and stimulate the heart; ' sometimes it keeps the patient up until the congestion begins to resolve and then—" “Her lungs, you mean, are—" he began; but Malcolm interrupted. “Now, you see here, Mark, if you want your wife to die, stand right there where you are and discuss things. If you want her to live, hustle into your overcoat and get a wheel- barrow and bring up a cylinder of oxygen from the dispensary just as quick as the Lord will let you! Un- derstand?” “Yes, yes—but can't you telephone? Can't I? We can save no end of time that way.” “Tried it, and can’t. Central says the wires are going down all over Hampton. This storm's a record- breaker. No, you've got to go for it yourself. Hustle out with a wheel- barrow and follow the car tracks. The snow plows have probably kept 'em clear. There's a fellow named Tim- othy Foley for night orderly down there this week. He knows me. Just | say I sent you, and he'll let you have it all right. Now get along! not back in half an hour—" “All right! All right!” said Mark, and tiptoed shakily downstairs. . . . . . . . Tim Foley, reading an old magazine in the dispensary office, under the yel- low circle of a hooded electric light, became vaguely consclous of a curious sound as of some one struggling and floundering up the steps with a bur- den; then, after a minute or two, he heard a fumbling at the door. It you're i Tim dropped the magazine and lis- ! tened; then he got up, went silently to the door and opened it. Through the snow eddy that swirled in he saw something that looked like | shouted. a4 man standing outside—a snow-man, thin and tall, with teeth that chattered lik2 castanets. This man had neither hat nor gloves; he was gripping the handles of a wheelbarrow. He stammered with bloodless lips: “Oxygen! I'll take it home on this.” He tried to drag the wheelbarrow into the vestibule, but Foley restrained him. “Hould on, man—hould on! can't bring dat In here!" “I say youse can't bring dat wheel- barrer into de hall, see?” The man stared, but said nothing. “Say, what d'youse want, anyway?" “Malcolm sent me.” “Say, youse is way off, ain’t you? Youse His Word. “Is Bliggins s man of s wend?™ “Unfortunately so. Whenever he sings ‘Landlord, Fill the Flowing Bowl!’ or T Wont Go Home Till Morning!" he absolutely insists on ma¥ing good.” of s Alligators’ Eggs Edible. Alligators’ eggs are eaten in the West India islands and on the west coast of Africa. They resemble in shape a hen's egg, and have much the same taste, but are larger. More than a hundred eggs have been found in one alligator. anny fam'ly!” “No, no! I don’t want it, I won't Let me—" “Shut up! If youse goes hollerin’ like dat you'll wake up all me pa tients! You keep still, see?” Mark, cowed, leaned against the In two minutes he was hatted, gloved, and ready for the home trip, with a gill of whisky burn- ing his stomach. “Lend a hand now,” commanded Fo- ley, “an’ we'll load it on de wheel-bar- rer. That's right. Easy down de steps now! I'd send somebody wid youse, it dere was annybody here, but dere ain’t. Now, den, I'll hold de door open till you reach de tracks. All right? Got it? Good luck to youse!" . . . Ll . | It was a nightmare, that freezing dark wallow back through the bliz- zard. Shrieking wind-devils buffeted Mark and snatched the breath from his lips; snow-devils clogged the bar- row wheel; cold-devils shot him His clothes, stiffened and frozen,' made every movement doubly painful. Twice he was blocked and had to kick the snow away with numb feet. Once a snow plow jolted past, glar ing and sputtering; it forced him to drag his load off to one side and al- most buried him in a smother of snow. The man's reason and thought stag- gered down and out; he became noth- ing more than an automaton, lunging onward, sobbing, thrusting the barrow on and on through the tumult Sight and sound faded, cold faded; darkness and wind and everything fad- ed from his consclousness—every- thing but the lash of his idea. Time, Just a whirl, a whirl, a whirl. Suddenly a light broke through the whirl and stopped it; then the man saw some steps and felt a thrill of recognition—the steps were his! Some- one was coming down those steps—a voice was calling (it seemed miles and miles away): “Hurry! Hurry!” Oh, it was Malcolm, dear old Mally, and—the cylinder was lifted; it was carried up the steps. Mark followed. Then his own self surged back again, with sickening pains of memory. and Mark stood shivering, gasping in his own house. v See! Malcolm was carrying the cylinder upstairs on his shoulder Mark followed again; shuffiing up the stairs. At the sickroom door the nurse repulsed him. “No, no! You can't come in here!” she whispered, laying her hand on his thin chest. “No, no! You're all wet and cold. Keep out!"” “Quick!” he heard Malcolm whis- per to the nurse. “Hurry! Get that inspirator on! She'll be gone in a minute!” { Then there came a little silence and | the click of a metal snap. “Now let's have it—easy at first! Just turn the valve till you hear it hiss! Another silence. “Well, what's the matter? don't you turn the valve?” “I am turning it, doctor! “You are? H-m, that's odd; there no gas coming. Throw it wide open!” “There, it won't go any further! “Say, what the— Why, there's nothing in it! Foley must have given hMm an empty!" “An empty?” Mark appeared in the doorway. His face was the color of old ivory. { “Empty, was it? Empty? he Why “Hush! Go back!" “And she's dead—dead?” Malcolm started toward him, but the man tossed up his arms and whirled about and laughed, laughed, laughed—screamed: “It's an empty ome! It's empty! Ha, ha! What a joke! Ho, ho! He gave me an empty one, and she died! Ha, ha, ha! Capital! Cap—" His arms dropped, his head dropped, he doubled up like a pocket knife and fell distorted on the carpet. Malcolm jumped to him, knelt over him, tore open his clothes, put his ear to the narrow chest. “Hypodermic?” asked the nurse. *“No, no, not the slightest use,” Mal- colm answered. “Cardiac rupture. He was stone dead when he struck the floor.” Ingenious Youngster. A little boy came near getting a good spanking for answering his father in a pert way, but escaped by saying, “When you were a small boy, dad, didn’t you ever get excited and say the wrong thing?” —— Stickers. ‘The great difference between a pub- Ho servant and a domestic servant is that the public servant would not re- sign even under fire.—Louisville Cour- ferJournal. . were sacdly disconsolate at her loss. , ber husbaud ,leave them to vork out their own la famous specialist | was the fi { that her sister had betrayed the rec- | torgiveness with sobs and self-re- | Mary. And each had gone as far as it | man or insect By MARY MONROE. ——— sht, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) (g::y;;. )-:au Miss Martha and Miss Mary had inbabited the big old house on the hill, at the top of the village street, and neither had spoken to the other. And nobody in Grmt(o@ bad ever learned the cause of their dis- Du‘l‘e'h“ the only brother died, leaving a little girl, the sisters, then in the second year of their quarrel, had each written, asking John's executor for the privilege of caring for the orphaned niece. So Maud bad come to the home, and from the first she had ac- .\ customed herself to the peculiar state I m p rove d Gener al U proved of affairs in that family. nim; el | | g and wished to say througl e intel - : ary of a third person, instead of hav- Ummproved armmg proVed ing to soliloquize. lm It was wien Maud Grant married i . John Springer, the doctor, that the wrench came. If Maud hbad only known it, the old aunts were so chas- tened by her approaching departure that she could have made them friends. So Maud went to live in the new house at the bottom of the hill, as Mrs. | John Springer; and, though she| ciimbed ihe Lill often, the o'd ladies But afier a while Maud did pot| climb the hill so often; and then the time came when she did not climb it atall And the two old ladies began to e very Lusy with knitting and crochet work, 'm;d the balls of varn rolled all over the room as the busy old fingers puiled at them s Mary and Miss Martha sat op- posite each other in their chairs, their fingers working and the needles cli ing, and, as they worked, v solilo- quized: “A pink ribbon on the little cap, be- cause, of course, it is go'ng to be @ FOR NON-RESIDENTS—Good opment Plan. land; Leased for five ycars at CHE E PP PPPAOESSEIEPEE B Db D 0 et * T Terms. Haein L and desirably located. boy,” said little Miss Martaa. g g i N “How glad T am it is going to be & 20 ACRES FARM—At Lakeland Highland. 13 acres jp girl,” said M ory. ‘I love blue bearing grove, 600 trees in good condition. Large res- ribbons. 1 thiuk : girl with a idence with modern improvement, Private water dainty iit1te o : A‘eribyan(fiz works: good out buildings with implements and teyn l:. is ju the ©st thing in Price $10,000. ol coliloquized § 34 ACRES OF RICH HIGH .HAMMOCK land near Cen. so glad that ter Hill. Close to school post office and store. Fiy to bo a boy. Charles? acres clear. Price $550.00 Or Ferdina: e or my fa- ther? I think Ferdinand wiil sound prettier, and then, it would be a sort of tribute to papa.” “She must be called Dorothy, after | memma,” Miss Mary soliloquized. Chey emphasized their sentimen‘s to callers, and it did not take at ail a long time for the news tn reach Mr: John Springer, in the house at the bottom of the hill. “The dear old things!™ she said to ““Oh, Johin, one of them is going to be so dreadfully disap- pointed. Whatever shall we do?” “Well, my dear, they are bringing their own troubies on their own Leads,” laughing. “We must just 750.00. Cash $1 interest, South exposure. Some fruit Price $2200.00. Phone 354 Green. PP EE PP PDEEE problems. Anyway, we shall be happy, whichever way it is, won't we dear?” Maud smiled up ac¢ her husband. and he put his arm round her shoul ders and kissed her | And now the day arrived when the blue and the piuk ribbon each re | posed upon ite cap, aloug with lill!el Jackets and coals and all the para- phernalia of babydom. Aud the littie maiden ladies waited Aud the wait || WE SELL EVER' proved longer than they had expected. d by and by rumers bezay to sp cut the town, and then a car crove swiftly up from t! Sugar, 10 pounds ....... Bacon, side, per pound . le: H Bacon, cut, per pound . ran through » room in which the é ll:umatucs. can Vi o ugh the n i i ‘ancy and Head Rice, pound .. ‘“'?Dl-fli:il' l..;ifle‘:i»..z, waiting. N A_Igu]. 10 pounds for ; b o | 1K 1,‘m~l. 10 pounds for ...... Hllastebla rida Syrup, per quart iorida Syrup, per gallon Good Grade Corn, per can .. Good Grade Peas, per can ... Pet Cream, per can White House Coffee, per ca to tha upon ber knees. I want her—we want Little Miss Mary started. for this time in ail those years ognition of her identity. “Martha! Sister!” che said in a trembling voice. And it was Martha's turn to tremble and look afraid, for she had not dared to hope that the olive brauch, held out, would bear such fruit so soon. Grated Sliced Pineapple, per Roast Beef, per Cn“Pl." & p i Bulk Coffee, per pound lake White Lard, The little old ladies looked at each lake White Lard i -ard, 4 poun other, and of a sudden they fell into Catsup, Van Camp': o er 1’ ptat;l o each other's arms and cried. And as | |2} Trish Potatoes / 1;( st the tears streamed down their cheeks S il Sand S eet Potatoes, per peck .. I?\_' lI;eans, per pound .. -ima Beans, per pound ...... Brookfield Butter, per pound and mingled, they asked each other's proaches. “I—I—1 hope it will be a girl! There!" said little Miss Martha, “No, no! It is going to be & boy. [ want it to be a boy!" answered Miss Wwas possible to go when she made that admission. There was the sound of hurried foot- steps on the stairs, and Doctor Spring- er came into the room Instantly the two old ladies had seized him, one by each hand, and their wrinkled old faces were upturned to his. “John! She's doing well?” they both pleaded together. “Well!"” cried John Springer. “Why, it's all over 1t 15— exclaimed Miss Martha. said little Miss Mary. ‘Well—it's both —, admitted John Springer, rubbing his hands AMOS H. NORRIS, resident. EBUTBY I'reasurer pa Agricultural s [am “A boy | and a girl Eight pounders. So we'll bave use for both your gifts, after al” TAMPA’ FLA. And, being a man he began to dance tor joy bl And the t , with arms in k ¢ schoulgirls, did | Mr. | somethi ey would LE\'GI" 5+ dreamed of in m e Atlas Powder Co,, is at your his advice, re sober mo owed suit We h Pennsyl Wonderful Snow Figures. ;. The delicacy a ures have no pa: do your work on cor ives € most beautif | webs, wondrous as they are, of“ll:: strange insect called the spider bear 110 comparison with snow crystals, The rarest of gossamer laces, stitched by deft fingers that have inherited the art throughout generations have no such delicate figures, though ¢t} have found inspiration in jeaf and Te and flower of rarest structure *® %k Tampa Agricultural 9L NN e et e In Large and Small Tractg SUITABLE FOR Fruit, Truck and Samples 23,000 ACKES—In Polk County at $6.00 per acre. worth more than half the price. M—35 in bearing Orange Grove, 8-room king house and barn, large lake front, tion plant, good heavy soil and good roa miles from Lakeland. Price $30,000.00. in ten, tweaty and forty acre tracts; Co-operative Devel. NEW BRICK STORE BUILDING—In the city of Lake- 000.00. Will trade for Orange Grove as part pay 9-ROOM HOUSE and three vacant Lots. Close to Lake Morton $4.200.00. $1,200 down and terms. TWO HOUSES In Dixieland (5-rooms), rented. $3,000,00, TWO GOOD SUBDIVISION Propositions. 28 ACRE FARM—with lake front. new cottage and good barn. 2 1-2 miles from Lakeland on hard road. A good combination farm. 1250.00, Balance deferred at 8 per cen CORNER LOT—Three blocks south of city hall. East and For Further Information See J. Nielsen-Lange Lakeland, Florida Office Evening Telegram Bldg. SELL FOR CASH WE HAVE CUT THE PRICE YTHING Cracker Boy Coffee, per can ...... 10 pound pall.. R ONOEORUROR W, E. ARTHUR, - P. Dyson, an expert sent to us by the alter your Blasting Proposition, and give yoU ave also two men we have imported from ania, who are expert blasters, who will : itract, or sell you our Explos- which are second to none. TAMPA, FLA. Timber New Six G Fruit Lands, well locateq $2,600.00 per annum $30, ment, Both close iy 6 acres in young grove; Price §. trees; new sidewalks VL% e, FOR| OBOND ANNE M. HARVEY, Cashier. Dynamite’ (o service. He will Dynamite (o