Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 15, 1915, Page 3

Dpyches Building Between Park Auditorium. ] The Professions }| s reEEEII0000000000¢ ] 18. 1. Q. SCARBOROUGH, | 11:30 a. m. GRANDMA STILL KniTs iropractor l Chlr » BUT THE YARN TANGLES. Lady in Attendance Sometimes, gayq the strikingly h dsome womap With the whit, s T really wish 1 were my own :r?ni;i 1:30 to 5 p. m. 7:00 to 8:00 p. m. tation and ation Free, ’ Examin Residence Phone 240 Black ad 70 8 p. . rapratic. | analysis free at office, , & H. D. MENDENHALL 'cgN:ULflNG ENGINEERS alte 212-215 Drane Building phate Land Examinations and t Designe Karthwork Specialists, once phone, 278 Black. DR. SARAH B. WHEELER p Aonex. Door South of First HYSICIAN AND SURGEON ps 6 and 4. Kentucky Buildina PHYSICTAN AND BURGEON Ik | real lace cap wi to sit placidly knitting by ::ur h;n“-::: When I was a little girl. I can see her DOW, in the summer tim, , too, in a retired corner of the porch of our old home, Usually Young’s ‘Night Thoughts’ lay open on her violet- sprigged muslin lap. It is a lovely Picture of quiet and Tepose to recall in these busy times, She didn't have to read Bergson ang Ellen Key or any of the modern philosophers that I have to gobble in large bites in order to kn'wp Ub with my department in the Woman's league. She wasn't burdened, elth‘er, With a civic conscience. i don't suppose it would ever have oc- curred to her that it was her duty to leave her dinner halt eaten and rush i down to the city council on a Mon- | day night to throw the moral weight of her presence against the passage of a nefarious ordinance, “Oh, dear, there’s the tele, hone. Friday forenoon, did you say? {”lea:a wait a moment until | consult my cal- endar. Yes, I can See you at ten. Please come promptly, as I have a committee meeting at 11, “That's a young woman who wants w. L. HEATH, D. C. HUGH D. VIA. D. C. ors of Chiropratic. Over Post Hours 8 to 12. a. m. and 2, justes and Ex-Faculty mem- of the Palmer School of Consultation and Lakeland, Fla. phone, 278 Blue. OSTEOPATE National Bank Lakeland, Florida fore she reads it to the Mothers’ coun- cil in the settlement where she works. I wonder what my grandmother would have thought about eugenics? “Just excuse me a moment while 1 glance at these notes. Here's an in- vitation to the ball poudre the Had- salls are giving Wednesday of next week. I certainly must squeeze in a dancing lesson or two before then. Billy—that's my younger grandson, you know—told me the,other night at the club hop that I was really rusty on the waltz and two-step. You see, I've done the new dances so much the last two years that I've rather neglected the old ones, and now that they're coming in again, I certain- 1y must brush up. 1 suppose I might take a private lesson early Monday afternoon before I go to the lecture on Chinese porcelain. me—I must refresh my memory on the comparative importance of the art of the successive dynasties. Dear old grandma, she wouldn’t have known the difference between the Ming dy- nasty and a china teapot, and I be- lleve it was a comfortable state of {gnorance. “No, I can’t rest much Thursday DR. W. R. GROOVER Lakeland, Florida DR. W. B. MOON Telephone 350 9to 11, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida A X. ERICKBON ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Real Estate Questions Bryant Building Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jr. ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryaat Building g Florida B. H. HARNLY tate, Live Stock and General AUCTIONEER Sales PNAL REALTY AUCTION CO. lon Lot dales a Specialty pmondo Bidg. Lakeland, Fla tronesses at the play and the dansant that Adelaide—that's my granddaugh- ter, you know—and the rest of her sorority are giving for the benefit of the Red Cross. But Saturday will be quite a free day. Just one short meeting in the morning, a musicale in the afternoon and the theater at night, I'll have the time to rest in the early morning, while the manicure is doing my nails. I always take that hour of the manicure’s weekly visit to do a lot of quiet thinking. I sup- pose grandmother had all the time for thinking that she wished. EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER udo Bldg., Lakeland, Floride for the new vacation camp I'm get- ting up, the movement for introduc- ing household economics in work- men’'s homes, that I'm pushing, and plans for all my other various boards and committees. The change of fash- ions is bothering me just now also, KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW fice In Munn Bullding Lakeland Florida R. RICHARD LEFFERS ICIAN AND SURGEON ms 2-3, Skipper Building Over Postoffice ........ row skirted for the present mode, though they were only made last au- tumn. [I'm trying to evolve a meth- od of making them fuller which won't necessitate a complete remodeling. “How pleasant it must have been for grandmother always to know that her waists were to be made surplice and * | her skirts plain gathered. It must have given her a peace of mind far exceed- ing that I gained from the course in artistic dress design that I took last year. She was free from all wor- ries about harmony of tones and grace- ful lines. Her only care was for cleanliness and neatness, and her feel- ing for art was easily expressed in the pattern of knitted lace which fin- ished the hem of her crisp white apron that she rarely mussed, for all she had to do was to knit. “Yes, of course, I knit. I knit with- out ceasing almost. The only place I don’t knit is at church or a danc- ing or bridge party, and I don’t know how long I shall be exempt from knit- ting there. A woman whose needles aren't continually clicking for the suf- ferers across the sea is consfdeferl heartless. The fam:ly darning, which was a sacred rite with my grandmoth- er, is sent out of cur house to be done, so that we can have the time to knit, knit, knit. [ keep a work bag in the dining rvom so that I can knit between courses, and [ have another hanging in the limousine that there may be no time lost between engagements as [ drive across town. “Somebody to see me about the ru- ral library extension? Yes, I know. Certainly, I'll go right down excuse me a few moments? have to make company of such an old friend as you. Thank you, my ball is always rolling away and getting the yarn tangled, but I'll probably be able to knit several rows while the young 8. PRESTON, LAWYER pstairi East of Court Hous BARTOW, FLA. tion of Titles and Rea, &+ tate Law a Specialty H. MERCER RI SICIAN AND SURGEON coms 5 and 6, Ellistor Blas Lakeland, Florida Office 378; Resid. 301 Blus ANK H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Dickson Bui [Phone 402. Res. 312 Red ttention to drafting legs papers. Jse licenses and abstracts turaished SRMAN WATSON, M. D. Groover * Ofice 851 Rear 113 Red Floride . H. ORNEY AT LAW Dickson Buildtmg blished in July, 1900 R. W. 8. IRVIN DENTYST id 15 Kentucky Building LOUTS A. FORT ARCHITECT Lakeland, Florids I. R. RUNYAN views.” Value of Education. me to hear her paper on eugenics bej That reminds H afternoon, because I'm one’of the pa- ' “My head fairly buzzes with projects for all my frocks, nearly, are too nar- Will you | 1 don't | mummmmhm‘—'"" GHOST MEETS GROST By MOLLY MCMASTER. , (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- ] per ! _Doreen sighed i walked away :::Ib as she “Never mind,” he added, trying mitigate her loss. “Fir Vale is haun d by fearful specters that wail about ' “But did you not warn this couple?” asked Doreen, with a shade of hope in:her eyes, because she was not atraid of ghosts. “Oh, yes, certainly I did, but they rather fancied the idea of seeing a | real, live ple seldom got a chance at anything 80 exciting.” Doreen eniffed at the cold-blooded ly back to her own cottage that lay back to back with Fir Vale and aid | not face the blue water of the sound. She did not know that a second ap- Plicant for Fir Vale entered the real | estate office even before her footsteps had died away in the distance. | A young man more keenly disap- Poluted than Doreen left the agent : after having been shown the lease | signed by the fortunate couple from | the city. “They won't consider themselves { lucky by the time I have become a ghost and haunted them into ghostly fears of insamity and longings for ; | specterless city flats,” muttered Jimmy i { Barker as he made his frustrated way back to his own abode. Jimmy boarded in a sort of farm- ' house and was sick of boarding. He wanted Fir Vale, and he wanted it badly. It was the only cottage in all his days that made Jimmy Barker plan hideous tricks. The new couple had scarcely settled | in Fir Vale before the specter of imag- I ination began to wail about the fir- i shadowed property. A restless lplrit} floated about, fleeing from its own | fright. It seemed to the ghost that ' never before had a harmless bit of garden been so charged with nerve- racking sounds. Her diaphanous white robes, for it was a female ghost, seemed ever jto be clutched by unseen hands. Twigs underneath her feet smapped, and from time to time a cone | dropped from the branches over- head and dragged a swiftly stified scream from the ghost's lips. Doreen wished she possessed greater courage for her ghostly maneuvers for the suc- cess of her purpose. She was drawing a deep breath preparatory to making a brave ef- fort at haunting, when a grue- some and frighttul specter had loomed up at her very elbow and the lurid blue light in its waving hand burned with sinister glow. Doreen, after her one glance, swayed and knew no more until she felt herself held firmly in muscular arms and heard the laborious breathing of a human being. She stirred and tried to peer through the thickness of her vells, but all she saw was more white veils. “You are not a ghost, then?” she questioned when she felt reasonably confident of an answer in the nega- tive, “Great Scott—you gave e an awful fright,” Jimmy Parker said, and mopped his brow with a portion of his ghostly raiment. “What in the deuce are you doing prowling about in this dark garden?” he questioned, wishing he coud get a look at her face. “If you want to know the truth,” she told him with a soft laugh that Jimmy found most charming, “I am simply trying to haunt these people out of that new home. I want it so badly that [ am going to wait about this property until they get out for fear of losing their minds.” Jimmy laughed and drew a trifie nearer the other ghost. “Two baunts would certainly move them quicker than one—don't you think so? Now, I have come here with the same evil intentions as your- self, 80 the best we can do is to join forces and do our haunting together.” ! Doreen certainly wanted the pres | ence of a strong, muscular man. He would never see her face to face, and i they would always be strangers, so | why hesitate? Night after night they performed their most ghostly tricks, but the couple within maintained a comfort- able, unimaginative sense of security. “It is very strange,” Jimmy was saying on one of the trips to a fallen tree that nightly became more pro- longed while haunting was forgotten. “I seem to be in love with you, but at the same timo,” he paused a mo- ment hesitating to continue, “I am desperately interested in a girl I have met in the world of society. Do | you happen to know her—Doreen Woodward? [ cannot tell her I love her because you always come in be- tween us—I think I am losing my mind over the two of you.” “And I have met one Jimmy Barker at dances and on the beach and in so- clety,” laughed the girl softly. “I wonder if you happen to know him?” | “Doreen—darling.” “Jimmy—dear ' The veils of the ghosts were for the first time swept aside. | Daily Thought. You get entertainment pretty much [ HIS FRIEND'S WIFE By GORDON JOHNSTONE. (Copyright.) Barry Malone lifted his eyes from carpet and stared at the tousled of the boy reading the newspa- hear you right, Denny?” he “Mrs. Nora Thirty-fourth street.” e pressed the hot ashes in his pe and rubbed the bowl medi- with the palm of his big hand. it again, 1ad,” he urged soft- gAze returned to the flowered of the carpet. The boy read it with the intonation . of a child reciting & memorized lesson at school. \ “A young widow. Has child for eighteen months old. Irish blue eyes. Weighs twenty pounds.” Denny laid the paper in his lap and horsehide chair. “WIill you tear that out and give it to me, Denny?” the man asked. The boy complied with his request. Crossing the room, he picked up his hat and opened the door. “Where are you goin, Barry?” called Murphy senfor from the kitchen. “For a bit of a walk, John,” Malone answered. i Reaching the avenue, he turned down. dow he studied the address. Replacing it in his pocket, he took up his walk, re- peating the number to himself. P Half-way down the street he found the address, and searched the dimly lighted hallway for the name. Run- ning his eyes over the dirty mail- boxes, he found it. He pressed the button. A pause en- sued. There was no response. Again he rang and waited. After what seemed an interminable time the latch clicked. Pushing his way in, he climbed the stairs covered with oflcloth. On the second landing he backed into a cor- ner to let a much-perfumed woman | pass. On the floor above Nora Reagan stood in the lighted doorway, a little red head pillowed against her shoul- der. - Malone paused near the top and looked at her. The ‘woman peered into his face. “Barry!” she cried. “Barry Ma- lone!” 8She staggered back into the room. “Is it yourself, or am I dream- ing?" “Its no dream, Noreen,” he an- swered. “It's myself.” A bright flush crept up from her white throat over her face and lost it- self in the bronze hair. She had not heard that old name in ages. To her husband she had always been Nora. No one but her mother and Barry had ever called her Noreen, and that was years ago on the bogs round Wexford. She reached out her disengaged hand to him. “Come in, Barry,” she sald, “and bring your happiness with you. 'Tis a sight you are to cure blind eyes. And it's a girl I am again to see you.” Malone stepped into the room and closed the door. at the fralil little figure radiating her Joy, but showing the signs of a battle against odds. The face would always be beautiful. There was the milklike skin, and the Nora Reagan's coloring were the glory of Ireland. Malone's eyes rested on the little red head pressed against her shoulder, ard the wonder of a child- less man dreamed in their depths. He dropped into the chair she point- ed out to him. “Barry,” she cried, “it was my good angel that sent you tonight. There was & woman here just now that want- ed to take the baby.” Nora's voice fell to a horrified whisper: “And, Barry, there was paint on her cheeks. Think of it! Red paint! ‘Malone remembered the woman he passed in the hall. “Yes,” he sald; “I met her on the way.” The woman shuddered and hugged the little bundle closer. Malone glanced up at the crayon on the wall. “When did Tim go?" he asked quietly. “Twelve months this morning Tues- day.” “I've been down in Panama,” he apologized—“working on the canal. I don't know much about what's golng on.” “He was killed in the expressman’s strike,” she explalned. “He used to speak of you very often, Barry, and wonder where you were keeping your- self.” “God never made a better man,” he murmured. “I sald that when you chose him.” “And he was always saying that of you, Barry,” she returned. The baby’s chubby hands crept over the woman's breast. Whatever want Nora had seen, the child had not shared it. Malone watched the little fingers with a feeling akin to awe. “What's the babbine?” he asked. “A girl?" Nora looked at him and shook her pretty head. A glad note sang in the | man’s voice “A boy?” he questioned, as though unable to believe it. e —————————— By the light in a store win-' took out the ragged paper and | Turning, he looked | + 7 “What's his name?” “You'd never guess.” “Tim?" he ventured. “No» “Your father's?” l Again Nora shook her head. *“'Twas Tim that named him.” “What, Noreen?" “Barry,” she answered, beaming in- to his face. - A strange light came into Malone’s closed over his hat. “Yes,” she continued; “I left it to Tim. The priest was for wanting the name of a saint, but Tim would have none of them. ‘I'm going to call him after my comrade-lad,’ he said. ‘My comrade-lad that saved my life In Rosslare Harbor.' “‘Who is that?” asked the priest. I'l'ho finest lad ever made,’ answered | Tim. ‘My friend and comrade—Barry Malone.’ * | ‘There are men in the world who will stand in the shadow of a great sorrow | firm of lip and dry-eyed. But let the arrow of a beautiful happiness: pierce | their hearts and the tears will gush up , from a living fountain. Barry Malone ]eye-, and his big hands opened and 8host. They said city peo- 8doption. Unable to support. Baby | was one of them. “Will you let me hold him, No- reen?” he sald, reaching out his arms. Nora laid the baby in them. The the wonder of unfathomable seas. He | put his big finger into the little hand. | The soft, petal-like slips closed over it . ! with a clutch that seemed incredible. The hot blood rushed into Malone's | face and his whole body trembled. | Nora bent over the pair like a dove | above her young. Gently he pulled his finger from its vise and reached in his | pocket for his handkerchief to blow his nose. His fingers came in contact with the plece of paper, and he drew it out and passed it to the mother. “'Twas that brought me here,” he sald, as she glanced over it. “I'm boarding with a family by the name of Murphy,” he continued. “The Murphys of Dungarvan—up on Forty- seventh street—and I've come down to ask you if you'll be living with us. There's plenty of room, and little— little Barry”—the name was music to him now—*“will be a great comfort to us all. Will you be coming, Noreen?” Nora looked at him, and her breast rose and fell with its joy. “Now, Barry?” she asked. “Tonight, Noreen.” The woman glanced round at the furniture. “What will T do with this?" “We'll talk about that tomorrow,” ‘he smiled. “It's of no importance now.” - For a second she hesitated and then disappeared in an inner room. When she returned she wore her hat and car- ried a small bundle. ’ “All ready?” he asked. “Yes.” “Then ‘faugh a ballah!"” he cried, jumping to his feet. The woman gave a little, frightened scream and clutched the baby. alone laughed. “He's snug as a bug in a rug, No- reen—don't be afeard.” Nora put out the light while Barry walted in the hall with the baby. “*Tis like the old days, Barry!” she cried as she joined him. “Only there wasn't any little lad on your shoulders ; then.” “Wasn't there, though?” he smiled | a8 he paused on the second step. “Are you for forgetting Sheamus!” l “My brother!” she cried. “Yes,” he answered; “but there was one thing I was having in the old days that I'm not having now.” “What was that, Barry?” “A kiss, alanna.” The woman leaned over the railing and her mouth touched the laughing i lips upturned above the little red head. {ACTION OF TRIGGER FINGER { In Its Operation Writer Points Out How Much It Resembles a Pocket Knife. “The peculiar action of a trigger finger resembles that seen when a pocket knife is opened or shut,” writes Dr. Adoniram B. Judson, in reporting such a case to the Lancet. ‘Movement is smooth till a square shoulder at the near end of the blade presents an | Obstacle which retards motion till & certaln point is reached, which mo- tion is accelerated with a jerk. “A counterpart of this obstacle may be found perhaps in a node on an ar- ticular surface, where it would cause the halting action of a trigger finger. In the conmstruction of a Knife, how- ever, an important feature is present which is absent from the anatomy of the hand, and that is the strong steel spring concealed in the handle of the knife. It produces positive pres- sure between the surfaces composing the metallic joint. If the spring were absent, or if its place were taken by a strip of some inert substance like cork, there would be no jerk, and shut- ting and opening the knife would be perfectly smooth. “While there is nothing very close- ly resembling a steel spring in the hand or forearm, still we may find in muscular action a force which draws the surfaces together and creates a pressure comparable with that pro- duced by the steel spring.” In the Wake. “I follow the medical profession,” re- marked the newcomer proudly. “Surgeon?” we asked politely, just to make conversation. “Undertaker,” he replied senten- tiously, though gravely. At that, we considered the rejoinder a bit cryptic and shrouded in gloom.—Philadelphia Public Ledger. Woeuld Not Think of Defeat. As to being prepared for defeat, I eertainly am not. Any man who is THAT HANDSOME MAN By JOHN DARLING. | y:?lru-t:(l““n Newspa- Marian Hamilton had met John in Washington while that young man had been attached to the gfimblll embassy. He had been no- ceable even in Washington soclety because of his handsome face and splendid carriage. His manners, too, were charming and he was a much sought after guest at social func- From the moment that he beheld Marian he had loved her. And he was nntlan‘lnulllulm-olmluun‘. Marian had been very kind but very sorry—she could not marry him. She mum-man-mmmb-np- Dy with a really handsome mas, and she had always said she hoped she would not fall in love with one. She recognized her own weakness—a tend- ency to jealousy. And it was not until John Broad- foot was called back to his own coun- lack of imagination and walked slow- looked at the big man sitting on the ' blue eyes turned up on him with all T to serve his colors that the girl realized that, in spite of herself, she loved him. She had bidden him a hasty g0od-by and there had been no time for further explanation. Following his departure she evaded soclety; she was not happy. And when &n opportunity came to enlist herself for service in the Red Cross ranks she cheerfully took up the preliminary | Later, when a ' work in Washington. girl chum decided to go on to the scenes of battle in Europe she begged leave of her parents to accompany her. Therefore, it was not so strange that she should one day find her old | lover, John Broadfoot, among the wounded soldiers under her care, His | wounds had been so severe that there had beem Mttle hope of his recovery and she had lingered day and night at the slde of his cot so that she might be near him when he regained consciousness. And she had been there only to receive the fleeting rec- ognition and then to have him sink back again into the darkness. Strangest of all, followed the cable calling her to Washington. She had only time to leave a message with the girl with whom she had come across the ocean. That message conveyed to John Broadfoot the hope that it he still cared to tell her a story she would listen. But the wounded soldier had not yet received the message and he looked forward to the time when he could rejoin his regiment and fight at the front. ;. ELECTRIC “1'vé found Miss Hamilton’s Mary Sprague, who says she has & word to whisper in your ear” his ’nnm aid to him one morning when i he seemed brighter and stronger. “Will you see her?” ! “Will a thirsty mam drink?” he asked her, smilingly. | And almost as he said the words | Mary Sprague appeared at the side of 'Nl cot. ,"Jolm Broadfoot—you know me now?” she said, taki thin, white hand. ik “Now—and always, I Kope,” he with a touch of his old-time chlvnlry‘“. “But it's a long way—from Wash-| ington, U. 8. A, isn't it?” Broadfoot nodded against his pillow. Then he seemed to wait for the mes-| ‘Marian “Ma; was with me” 2 Mary “I—yes, I remember seeing her| standing here,” the patient said. “She and I joined the Red Cross to- gether and—she was suddenly called home. Her mother was fil. She—| she left a hasty message for you. She told me to tell you that—" Mary Sprague hesitated—*“that there was Some story you wanted to tell her that! —that she would be interested in—| now.” The wounded man searched the face of the nurse. “Marian told you to tell me that?” he asked, unbelievingly. “She told me that as she left to catch the steamer back to America,” Mary Sprague repeated. John Broadfoot was silent for a few minutes. The other nurse had disap-| peared. “Could you—would you let me write a cable message for her and—would you send it for me?” he asked, with almost childish appeal in his voice. Mary got him pencil and paper. Then she left him while he composed his message. When the cable letter was finished it said to Marian Hamilton: “Will you have me now? I am no longer the handsome man you refused. My nose { 18 flattened and turned up like that of Socrates; I've lost a finger. Is that enough? The battle did it, but if it gives me you I'm happy.” It was an extravagant message, but it meant much to the wounded man, and when he received a reply to it that made him happier than he had ever been in his life he took a wondertul turn toward health and surprised the nurses and doctors who were attend- ing him. When he left the hospital it was with the promise to Mary Sprague that he would bring his bride back to j help with the splendid work that she | bad been pursuing and that he would { help in every capacity in which he | would be permitted to help. g IT WILL PAY YOU TO CONSULT US ON THE ELECTRIC WIRING IN YOUR Q - [ [ Q %] -l HOUSE OR STORE We Are Electrical Experts FLORIDAELECTRICEMACHINERY Co THE ELECTRIC STORE Deliveries is one of the features of You can have your package done on short notice if you wish. We wish also to call the attention of housekeepers and table linen when d with towels, napkins, etc. PHONE 130 SRS L R N7 SR N SR S to the fact that we are making special low prices on bed sent in lots of six sheets or more The Lakeland Steam Laundry R. W. WE R, Prop 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. *De value of an education,” sa‘ld U sle Eben, “is de same as dat of a & It depends on whai you takes & 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 | whole mechanism. and 18, Raymondo Bldg. drugs furnished with- it extra charge dence phone 303. Plice Phone 410 K? $8 3 HARDIN BLD 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. In proportion as you give. And here Is one reason of a dozen why the world Is dull to dull perscns.—Stevenson. o ho tor. A sotion to do wif it | s Al the Difference. A Gifa man is ta dificulties for Min, Sut o thin woman can reconstruct hee gure to suit—Exchange.