Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 16, 1915, Page 3

THE MISANTHROPHE Chiropractor By ETHEL WARD M R 1. Q. SCARBOROUGH, | ESERVEY. FOR HER SWEET SAKE By FRANK EVANS. respect Cupid. He asked him if his wife was coming out to Little Falls to live with him. Joe Rogers never had much ® , feeling. C“pld s | “No, sir,” answered Cupid, turning ! white. “I'vé found Miss Hamilton’s friend, , Mary Sprague, who says she has & i word to whisper in your ear,” his | nurse said to him one morning when he seemed brighter and stronger. “Will you see her?” THAT HANDSOME MAN “Dead, hey?” asked Joe Rogers. ‘rady in Attendance pyches Building Between Park d Auditorium. OFFICE HOURS. 1011:30 & M. 1:30to 5 p. m. | 7:00 to 8:00 p. iltation and Examination Free. Residence Phone 240 Black w. L. HEATH, D. C. HUGH D. VIA. D. C. poctors of Chiropratic. Over Post ce. Hours 8 to 12. a. m. and 2. §5and 7 to 8 p. M. Graduates and Ex-Faculty mem- of the Palmer School of jrapratic. Comsultation angd 1al analysis free at office, 2. 0. & H. D. MENDENHALL CONSULTING ENGINEERS guite 212-216 Drane Building Lakeland, Fla. ssphate Land Examinations and ot Designs Karthwork Specialists eys. dence phone, 278 Black. ce phone, 278 Blue. DR. SARAH B. WHEELER OSTEOPATE on Annex. Door South of Firm National Bank Lakeland, Florida DR. W. R. GROOVER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON boms 5 and 4. Kentucky Builldiny Lakeland, Florida DR. W. B. MOON PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Telephone 350 purs 9 to 11, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida A. X. ERICKSON ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Real Estate Questions Bryant Building 0. Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jr. ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryant Building Lakeland, Florida B. H. HARNLY Estate, Live Stock and General AUCTIONEER Sales Manager TIONAL REALTY AUCTION CO. Auction Lot dales a Specialty Raymondo Bldg. Lakeland, Fla EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER mondo Bldg., Lakeland, Floride KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW Office in Munn Building Lakeland Florida DR. 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Hence the | arriage licenses and abstracts | o qyit. i turaished “Righting a wrong—auite heroic! GO | 7o wasn wintows quickl: (Copyright, 1914, by W, “Vapid, profitless, apla, . almost unendur- :::I;ed‘;‘lsl‘s the way Ralph Burt de- @ as it pre: el Presented itself to his Then he became very much ashamed of the misanthropic utterance He' glanced about his lonely but elegant G. Chapman.) | ! home, he looked into a mirror and noted the unusual glow of health upon his cheeks, he realized that he had “‘“‘ a real care in the world. Out- :r‘:! ':l‘:m l::i:s were singing, the flow- breathing pu:l.t all radiant nature T ¥, beace and promise. ® sun shone at its brightest. Its Y a sportsman’s .paradise— stables, kennels, garage and hangar. It represented the latest facilities for pleasure. “Yes, with all this, I may well be‘ ;‘:h‘".m’d of myself for finding noth- 8 worth living for!” murmured Burt, | self-reproachfully. | . Burt went out to the spot where the angar was located. With the assist- ance of his hired man the superb bi- | plane he operated was wheeled out. | He had become quite an expert avi- ator and enjoyed his air trips greatly. i Under his expert direction the ma-' chine struck an upward lateral course, | a thing of life and beauty. He en- Joyed the rare exhibition of pure air | and bird-like speed immensely. { Ten miles accomplished, Burt vol- planed to a meadow stretch to adjust a trivial defect in the control mechan- fsm. He had just got in trim to re- sume his cloud work, when a shout down the highway attracted his atten- tion. With both interest and indignation the amateur airman observed a lad of about fourteen running towards him as if for his life. Struggling behind him, but in hot pursuit, were three men. They were shouting and gesticulating. One carAl ried a cane, which he waved menac- | ingly. A second had picked up a lot of stones. These he hurled with va-| ried aim after the running boy. “You young rascal!” roared the man ' in advance. “Drop it, I tell you, or' I'll have you jailed!” But the little fellow never heeded | the threatening cries and actions of | his pursuers. Ie forged straight ahead. momentarily nearing the spotl where Burt stood. | “This way! This way!” shouted | Burt, as the boy came nearer. “Climb | under the fence.” “Oh! oh!” yelled the lad just at that moment, in frantic pain. “Brace up!” cried Burt, leaning over and lifting the lad clear of the en- | tangling wires. “Now, then, who are those men?" “Villains! They'll kill me—and you, too. Oh, they’'re coming!” They were, indeed, but Burt was going. He lifted the helpless lad in his arms bodily, and made a run for the biplane. “Don't get frightened,” he ordered, placing his charge in the seat behind the pilot post and hurriedly strapping him in. “Quick, mister! oh, quick as you can!” insisted his passenger, with & terrified glance at the fence. The three pursuers had arrived. One tried to jump the fence and his feet tripped and he fell with a thud. A second attempted to crawl under the lower wire and his clothing had be- come entangled. “Don't you interfere with that boy or you'll be liable to the law!" he ghouted at Burt . The latter paid no attention to the threat. He sprang to the pilot seat. Chug-chug—whirr! and the biplane went aloft like an arrow. The dismayed and chagrined men below vainly vented their wrath on the rescuer who had baffled them. The little fellow sat spellbound with delight at the rare sensation of an air flight he had never dreamed of. For the first time in his life Ralph Burt had found his mind invested with real human interest. It elevated him. An actor in an exciting and unusual circumstance, he was eager to learn what lay behind the strange incident of the hour. Soon he knew all about it, for when the biplane landed on home ground he took his passenger into his library and questioned him. It came out that he and his sister, Eleanor, were practically prisoners in the power of one of his three pursuers, Giles Warden. Fearing foul play, the sister had that day given him the will it in the hands of some law- commented Burt's lawyer, when he was made aware of the facts in the case. “Why, your new experience h?n made you look like a new man IM soon have this afiair straightened o“lti was with a good deal of surn‘rlse that Ralph met “Sister Eleanor” a week later. He had supposed her to be a little girl Instead, confusedly, he listened to the ardent thanks of a tiful young lady m::’oi\:“h:ve saved Miss Morley l'rom' captivity and the loss of her fortune, advised the lnwyerd “She may con- | to need a friend.” un;:y by day Ralph Burt’s heart | warmed to Dew impulses. There i came a finality presaging lasting con- | Eleanor tentment. It was when came something more than a friend— his wife. [ \ _ | | value of Education. “De value of an education,” said Uw | “ijs de same as dat of a I you takes & | It depends on what | aotion o do wif it.” e S To Wash Windows. | dipped 1n skin, same -l“. ”fiumdm &9 the work. | Owned. Whoreas, Tom Graves, who ! Tom about it. | Graves has just been informing me | ing me of the facts, assuming the re- (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman. Before Tom Grnzen h:ii:.dn in !)M teller's cage twenty-four hours he re- alized that something was wrong with Van Loeuw’s methods. On the sec- ond day he was sure of it. Van Loeuw and he had entered the bank within a week of each other. Van Loeuw was a college graduate, while Tom was only the son of a coun- try storekeeper. That ought not to make any difference worth noticing in America, but everyone knows it does, especially in large country towns like Roxbury. ! It made this difference in particu- lar: Van Loeuw was privileged to ::l':‘c:: Mildred Leeson, the president’s ter, to dine at her house and still his figure was that of an Adonis take her driving in the automobile he compared with his face. And the last straw was that his name should | be Cupid. of love'_ ~ By H. M. EGBERT the hall he could not repress shudder of disgust. Broad as am | with short and rather bowed legs, §ERLER ll‘d.:l’:! in his boyhood, often served Miss red behin ther’s store, cm:'-::::;' ::J::- :; “Come ln; my friend,” he said “E:r his courage to look like an ordinary 0, effort. “What can I do for you? man when she bowed to him in the ‘I’ looking for & position in Little street; and then, seeing his contusion, | PS8, sir, answered Cupid respect- Mildred would smile again, in & kind- ' fully. “I've been working as a porter ly way, which Tom usually missed, be- 10 toWD, but my health gave out and cause his eves were on the ground. |} Was told to go to the country. So I Everybody said that Tom was of Came here. It was a bit of a walk, the kind that are born to be drudges °iF- I can show you good references, and to work for men like Van Loeuw. | in case you know of a job— Van Loeuw never doubted that be| The pastor looked at the fellow | straight into Rogers's eyes. Some , Cupid after that. | of the men who were repairing the (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapmen) | gam was progressing toward comple- ‘When Rev. Aloysius Smith went out tion. With the re-enforced concrete his study and saw the man stand- structure no ome thought it would in ' learned that Henry | Cupid. Miss Cavendish refused. She was destined to marry Mildred and ' VWith a repugnance which he could step into her father's shoes. He told D°% conceal. 1} “When I" si m sir,” sald Cupid with a smile. take cm‘; 0‘;1;’;:_‘;g::‘.?;:h::;nk“r“ And it was astonishing how the see that you get a better job.” Tom ‘would swallow his feelings then and turn to his books. Now, it was a fact that something was serlously wrong. Tom soon dis- | he was resolved not to be prejudiced covered that it was not a mistake, to | against him on account of his looks. be picked up and rectified with a few hours of extra work. After two weeks | of night work he traced back the error | to something that had begun two years before. In short, there was n| defalcation of $12,000, and the man who was responsible for it had hidden his trail beneath the cleverest and most intricate system that any thief had ever devised. Two years ago! That was when - Van Loeuw bought his automobile! But Tom did not think of that. He resolved to tell Van Loeuw of his dis- covery and ask his advice. He did ' looked almost decent. The pastor racked his brains. He handy man to take care of her garden and pony,” he said. “I don’t kmow whether that is in your line, my friend?" “I was bred on a farm,” answered Cupid. “I think, sir, I could manage the job if—if you'd see Miss Caven- dish first and—and mention my looks, sir.” That softened the parson complete- ly. He called up Miss Cavendish on the telephone and broke the news as considerately as possible. “The man 1s afraid he doesn't look very prepos- | | i | smile changed him. Cupid smiling | | | { “] know my face is against me, ' | money. took a sudden lking to the man, and 1 | ers; but he wanted her cool fifty thou- “Miss Cavendish was wanting a | sand, everybody knew. !4s going to meddle in such affairs. sessing, Miss Cavendish,” he ex- plained. ’ “Well, send him round and I'll judge for myself,” answered Miss Cavendish. And a few minutes later Cupid de- 80, and when he saw the ghastly pal- lor upon the man’s face the hideous suspicion came home to him. “Tom, I'll see you at your place to- night,” said Van Loeuw. “I—I want to speak to you.” Van Loeuw came into Tom's room at eight o’clock and flung himselt down in a chair. “What did you want to meddle with the books for?’ he began angrily. “It's no confounded business of yours.” “Perhaps not,” admitted Tom. “But 1 know it now, and I've got to go to Leeson.” “I tell you I can pay it back,” snarled Van Loeuw. “No,” answered Tom. “I'll have to go to Leeson—unless you do—" Van Loeuw rose up, ashen white. “My God!” he cried, “what will be- come of Mildred? Don't you know she thinks the world of me?” Tom sank down again, whiter than the other man. Yes, he knew she did. When at last he spoke there was an air of unusual decision about him. “Van Loeuw,” he said, “if I take the blame for this, will you swear always to run straight in future? It doesn't matter to me, you know. For Miss Leeson's sake—" “You'll say you stole the money?” cried Van Loeuw, incredulously. “Tom, I always knew you were as true as steel. And I'll make it worth your while.” “Good night,” said Tom, coldly. He went into Mr. Leeson's office the following morning. Van Loeuw had not appeared at the bank, and he was forced to close the cage when he went out. Fortunately, depositors were few in the first hours of morning. “Ah, Graves, I was going to send for you.” said the bank president, ris- { ing. “We have made an unfortunate discovery—" “Yes,” answered Tom. “I wish to inform you, sir, that I have embez- zled $12,000 of the bank’s funds.” The door opened and a woman came in. Tom started as he saw Mil- dred. This made it doubly bard. But he was prepared to play his part to the end now. “Mildred, will you come here a mo- ment?” asked Mr. Leeson, to Tom's amazement. “Please sit down. Mr. “For the Last Time, | Warn You to Leave Miss Cavendish Alone.” parted. That night he returned, radi- ant. “I've got the position, sir, and i'm ever so grateful,” he said to the pas- tor. Miss Cavendish was a maiden lady ot about forty years. Sensible, though a little ‘“queer,” and very determined—it is a type common in New England. Before a month had passed it was realized that she had got a treasure. Cupid had been almost the round of the town in search of employment before he went to the pastor. Many regretted that they had been prejudiced against the man on account of his appearance. Miss Cavendish had a beau. Not that she hadn’t had heaps during the course of her life; but somehow no- body had proved quite good enough for Miss Cavendish. She was of that fine metal which won't take the rust of life, and sooner or later all her sweethearts had received their dis- charge. But Mr. Henry Norman was different. A year or two older than Miss Cavendish, very soft-spoken, he was the sort of a man whose very flawless- ness makes one think there may be | more wrong with him than appears on the surface. People sort of distrust- ed Mr. Norman. But it was easy to see that Miss Cavendish was infatu- ated with the man. Mr. Norman didn't like Cupid. The two came from the same town, and, though it was not likely that they had ever been closely associated, Cupld seemed to know something to the discredit of Mr. Norman. At least, that was what people surmised. Cupid never spoke ~just smiled his way Into the heart 10of Little Falls. Cupia had been a married man. Joe Rogers was questioning him one day, In the days before we learned io that a serious embezslement of bank funds is to be placed to his discredit.” “Papa—" began the girl, and Tom saw that her face was drawn and white, and her eyes red. “You are sure of your statements, Graves?” inquired Mr. Leeson, turn- ing to Tom. “1 should hardly have come here if 1 were not,” answered Tom angrily. “It is very strange” said the banker, shaking his head. “You see, Mr. Van Loeuw, who is now being sought for, wrote me a letter inform- sponsibility, and stating that you pro- posed to bear the blame. I under- stand that he had a spasm of con- science after my daughter had brought him to his senses by refusing—" “papa!” cried Mildred, blushing fu- riously. “Well, my dear,” sald the banmker, rising, “perhaps when 1 am gone you ! vourself will be able to convince Mr. Graves that he is under a delusion.” Dally Thought You get entertainment pretty much In proportion as you give. And here Is one reason of a dozen why the world Is dull to dull perscns —Stevenson. 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 | |\, pyira1 Farragut. bousing. Should one of these nuts shake off it will more than likely get A friend whom you have been gaim- mechant ing during your whole life, you ought o 2 pot to be displeased with in a mo- ment. A stone is many years becom- AN the Difference. ing a ruby. Take care that you do | 4 this man is in difficulties for B8 not destroy it In an instast against ‘gt o thin woman can reconstruet ber fgure to suit —Exchange. | into the gear mesh and break up the | for Norman was never seen in Little | defeated before he commenced. Ihope “No, sir,” said Cupld, looking how Joe Rogers found an excuse to back away. He never questioned (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate.) Marian Hamilton bhad met John Broadfoot in Washington while that young man had been attached to the Joe Rogers was at work in charge big dam above Little Falls, It had been called dangerous; people said that if ever it burst the flood would sweep away Little Falls as the flood had destroyed Johnstown, and nobody would have time to do anything but pray, and pray fast Meanwhile the British embassy. He had been no- because of his handsome face and splendid carriage. His manners, too, were charming and he was a much sought after guest at social func- tions. From the moment that he beheld Marian he had loved her. And he was not long in telling her of his feeling. Marian had been very kind but very sorry—she could not marry him. She had always said she could not be hap- py with a really handsome man, 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- break. . . We used to hear gossip of the Cav- endish household from Emma, the black maid. That was how we Norman didn't like Cupid. In fact, it was sald by her that the first time the two men met Mr. Norman looked as though he had seen a ghost, while Cupid drew himselt up very stiff and loo:“ at made h ::J";:‘“e:d" ‘.l:o:h::er. E:nme:. try to serve his colors that the girl Ahea] '6M: nowd {Hat she ‘was, was realized that, in spite of herself, she fond of romancing. Still, we knew | loved him. She had bidden him a hasty that Mr. Novuas MR iried to “r'::::d(:r{h ::dxn:ere t:nd been no time explanation, suade Miss Cavendish to get rid of) “p) 0o bic departure she evaded soclety; she was not happy. And when an opportunity came to enlist herself for service in the Red Cross ranks she cheerfully took up the preliminary work in Washington. Later, when a 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, Jobn Broadfoot, among the wounded soldiers under her care. His wounds kad been so severe that there had beem little hope of his recovery and she Bad lingered day and night at the side 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 if he still cared to tell her a story she would listen. But the wounded soldier had always had a will of her own. They nearly quarreled over it till Mr Nor man saw that it was a case of yield- ing or losing Miss Cavendish—or her That was the bitter part. Joe Rog- ers found out that Mr. Norman was a bankrupt. He had hidden away enough of his property to enable him to dress like a gentleman, and to bring Miss Cavendish expensive flow- But nobody Folks are cowardly in small towns As for Cupid, whatever he knew, he kept quieter than ever. He wonhlped| Miss Cavendish. That was easy to see. But people said he wouldn't hold his position long after the marriage, which was only four weeks away Now comes the astonishing part of the story. Emma said she saw Cupid talking to Mr. Norman. The two men were at the gate of Miss Cavendish's house, and Norman was on his way homeward after a call when Cupid confronted him What Emma was doing there she did mot pretend to explain. “For the last time I warn you to leave Miss Cavendish alone,” sald Cupid. . “You scoundrel!” hissed Norman. “I'll have you arrested for blackmail. m—" “We know all about that, Mr. Nor- man,” answered Cupld wearily. “You are relying on my not daring to bring my wife’s name into court Maybe you are right up to a certain point, but not when it comes to sacrificing a woman like Miss Cavendish.” What Norman answered Emma could not hear, but she saw Cupid clench his fists and Norman start away. And as Cupid watched him slink by thrre was a queer look on the man's ukly face. It almost seemed as though he realized Norman was a coward and was meditating about it “If the dnm don’t burst tomorrow she can’t,” Joe Rogers had said, and everyone repeated it. The key to the solid wall of masonry was to be swung into position the next day. Some had fald that the laying of the great blocks had disturbed the founda- tions of the old dam, but Joe ridi- culed that. After ten at night the following day the dam couldn’t burst unless an earthquake struck it, he insisted. People grew a little nerv- ous as the evening wore away. Black Emma had heard Miss Cavendish laughingly tell Mr. Norman, who was visiting her that evening, and she sald the man_seemed scared when Miss Cavendish told him their house stood right in the line the torrent would take. not yet received the message and he looked forward to the time when he ' could rejoin his regiment and fight at the front. DELECTRIC By JOHN DARLING. 4 ticeable even in Washington society | ELECTRIC IT WILL PAY YOU TO CONSULT US ON THE ELECTRIC WIRING IN YOUR HOUSE OR STORE We Are_Electrical Experts FLORIDAELECTRICSMACHINERY Co THE ELECTRIC STORE “Will a thirsty man drink?” he asked her, smilingly. And almost as he said the words Mary Sprague appeared at the side of| his cot. “John Broadfoot—you know me now?” she said, taking his thin, white hand. “Now—and always, I hope,” he said with a touch of his old-time chivalry. “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 was with me,” Mary| Sprague began. “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 ill. 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 is 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 wonderful 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 xhclp with the splendid work that she , had been pursuing and that he would help in every capacity in which he | would be permitted to-help. ] Only Emma saw what happened at the house that night, and we have to rely on her. It seems that Norman was within half an hour of departing —the two had been reading some book together—when Cupid rushed into the living-room without the pre- liminary of a knock. “The dam's burst!” he yelled. “There's just two minutes before the flood catches us. Run for the hiliside or you'll be buried under a hundred feet of water!” Pmma screamed naturally, but she was not so terrified as Norman. He stared at Cupld with wild eyes for the tenth of a second. Then, with a yell, he was upon his feet, out through the glass of the window, which fell in splinters all about him, and speed- ing with all his might for the hiliside. And just as Emma and Miss Caven- dish turned to rum Cupid caught them. “It's & lie!” he cried. There was a look of triumph upon the fellow's face. “The dam—the dam basn’t burst and never will!” Emma said that for a moment Miss Cavendish stood still, watching his face. Then suddenly she put her hands to her own and burst into hys- terical tears and laughter. You see, she had been brought to a realization of Cupid's motive at last, and a thou- sand little traits in Norman which she had passed over, for love's sake, were suddenly made clear And Cupid had saved her. But he never told her what he knew about Norman. Nobody knew that. Only it did not matter, We Collar Most all of the Particular Men because our Collar work Satisfies dozen surrounding towns. | PHONE 130 Falls agzm. Woeuld Not Think of Defeat. As to being prepared for defeat, I certainly am not. 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