Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 22, 1915, Page 3

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MOON PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Telephone 350 fHours 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 D. 0. Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jv ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryaant Building Lakeland, B. H. HARNLY [Rea] Estate, Live Btock and General AUCTIONEER Sales Maneger ATIONAL REALTY AUCTION CO. Auction Lot Sales a Specialty 1 Raymondo Bldg. Lakeland, Fla EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER aymondo Bldg., Lakeland, Florida KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW Office in Munn Building Lakeland Florida I i o R R SRR DR. RICHARD LEFFERS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 2-3, Skipper Building Over Postoffice ......-: W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Upstairs East of Court Honse BARTOW, FLA. Tamination of Titles and Rea Xv tate Law a Specialty DR. H. MERCER RICHARDS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Ofice: Rooms 5 and 6, Elliston Blas eland, Florida hones: olfit. 878; Resid. 301 Blue FRANK H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Building Ofce phone 402. Res. 812 Red ial attention to drafting less papers. Marriage licenses and abstracts furaished W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. relepboneas Office 851; w'm Red Lakeland, Florids J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Building Practioe in all courts. Homestead. claimg located and contested Established in July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST 3 oom 14 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUTS A. FORT ARCHITECT . Kibler Hotel, Lakelapd. Florida 5 UNYAN Rooms ll':l;nl; %,xluymondo Bldg. 1l necessary drugs furnished with- out extra charge Residence phone 303. Office Phone 410 ICK? %3 Lakeland Sanitarium “I decline to take the responsibility.” It was with decided firmness that Robert Gregory, mine manager, spoke. It was with resentful lips and a deep scgwl that William Dale faced him. l?,on't stand in your own light, Greg- ory,” he uttered, and there was a hid- de.n snarl in his tone. m;l)n; not thinking of that,” declared young manager o is] with the me:. g Mg B shaft pierced. It cannot be ?bove the two hundred-foot ulzxv)z? There isn't a man in the gangs you could hire to go down Old Seven, They know that poisoned air, fire damp, sure death lie at the bottom of the | abandoned shaft.” | Oh, they always say that,” retorted Dale frritably. “I don't ask them to 80 down Seven. I want the wall pierced 80 we can break through across it to the new lode.” “Why not work around it in the refiular way?” challenged Gregory. 'And waste over ten thousand dol- lars!” “A dozen lives are worth more than | that,” suggested Gregory steadily. Dale lost all patience with him. He looked ugly and menacing as he asked with an angry catch in his voice: = “Then you refuse to give the order | to the men?” “Positively. Mr. Ransom, the presi- dent of the company, may do so—I will not take the responsibility.” “But it is his expectancy to have the You order the old | feathered occupant as um' ing and cheerless as its owners. “Oh, papa!” spoke the little girl in pleading, tearful tones, “don’t let them sell poor dear Dickie!” Robert Gregory moved to the side of the old man. “Don’t I know u?” quickly. o he “You put me on watch duty nights, sir,” was the response, “but the old rheumatics laid me up. We came from the Dexter coal district when they shut down, and had no money. What you so kindly allowed me to earn here is all gone, and they're tak- ing our poor belongings for rent.” “I'll stop that.” spoke Gregory firm- ly. “Don't cry, little one. You shan't lose your pet bird.” i Robert Gregory was as good as his . word. Inside of five minutes the claim upon which the sale was based was paid out of his own pocket, the goods | Testored to the house, and he was | more than embarrassed at the over- | whelming gratitude of his poor pem- sioners. | The little child had the bird out of its cage and was caressing it as if it were a petted child. | “You don’t know about Dickie,” ex-! . plained the old man. “He’s a hero, he 1s, and an expert. Down at the Dexter | mines twice we sent him into the ! | shafts, and twice he came out, stag- ! gered and nearly gone. We knew i what that meant, sir—fire damp.” | A quick idea came to the mind of Gregory. He had read once of these | trained mine birds. For some time he plied the old man with questions re- garding the capabilities of the feath- ! ered pet. | “Can he do it!" exclaimed the old man—“could he tell how things are in the old shaft Seven? Why, sir. I'll be glad to try the experiment.” Two hours later a dozen curious miners watched a proceeding unique and mystifying to their point of view. Old John Dean had not boasted vain- ly of Dickie and his clever abilities. | The little bird stood on his finger, | { head on one side, watching him as if | listening to an understood mandate 88 a board was pulled away from the | shaft top. i Then, with a bright cheep Dickie ROMANCE OF A VEIL By JOHN PHILIP ORTH. (Copyright, n'l.ubsy "t:. Hc()!hln Newspa- John Gray's office window over- looked Fifth avenue, and on this par ticular October day the window was wide open to the crisp autumn breeze. “Life is dull enough, goodness knows,” complained John, leaning back in his chair and elevating his heels to his desk. And at this critical moment ro- mance entered his office in the most | unexpected manner. There floated through the window, borne on the fresh breeze, something soft and filmy and white like a bit ot pure cloud drifting down from the sky. He did not see it, his eyes were closed in dreamy retrospection, and it | ‘was not until the wisp of white drifted across his lips and clung there that he sat up with a start. “Jove! What is that?” he de- manded, plucking the thing from his He looked at it and recognized it as some dainty accessory to a lady's toflet. A delicious fragrance assailed his senses—a mingled odor of fresh violets and roses. “Oh, bother!” he snapped as he clumsily tried to remove the delicate tissue. Then he saw initials embroid- ered on the delicate hem. “B. V. B" John Gray laughed aloud as he folded up the veil and tucked it away in the breast pocket of his coat. “I wonder who E. V. E. can be?” he chuckled. “Eve — by all that's | | wondertul! How shall T ever find this unknown Eve?” He was still pondering this ques- tion while he waited for an uptown bus; it was a tempting evening to ride home on the roof of a motor bus. One came along just then and he found a vacant seat beside a distract- ingly pretty girl. John Gray caught one fleeting work accomplished by this time next ' plunged straight down into the gloom | glimpse of her profile, for her face week when he returns. He is bringing some capitalists with him. Your duty is clear—to put this work through, I fear,” added Dale, as if he was pre- and darkness. | Five minutes, ten minutes—no token of the return of the messenger. Fif- teen minutes! John Dean looked grave and anxious. ' Then a great wave of excitement | passed over the gathered throng as there fluttered into view a wavering splash of yellow—Dickie. ‘The bird barely got through the | aperture. Its head drooped, its wings | folded. It sank, a helpless lump, to ' the ground. Its eyes moved once or twice, it ctraightened out rigid. “It's death down there,” spoke John {Dean in a hoarse suppressed tone. E— | “Poor Dickie—a hero to the last!” “What am | Offered? senting a clinching argument, “hesi- tation on your part may lead to the loss of his confidence and—well, that also of his family.” Gregory bowed with dignity and was gilent, but he left the office fully aware of the significance of those last words. They referred to Miss Beatrice Ran- som, daughter and heiress of the rich and powerful owner of the Blythesdale coal mines. The allusion had disturbed Gregory. As he proceeded on his way his brain was hard at work, seeking to devise some method of tapping the new vein without risk. There was a way and he had suggested it, but it involved two months' labor and considerable expense. On his way to the shaft house the young manager paused in front of one of the numerous wretched shacks that lined the road. A small poor crowd surrounded the place. In the front yard were a score or more of house- hold articles, such as beds, & cupboard, chairs and tables. A little white-faced crippled child sat on a bench just outside of the door, her crutches by her side. Stand- ing near her was & hollow-eyed man, apparently her father. His eyes were swollen with despair as he viewed the eedings about him. “One of our workers, I remember him,” soliloquized Gre'lory. becoming ted. “Ohb, I see!” m“l‘enr:;ed to a tree was a legal notice of eviction and the seizure of chattels for delinquent rent. Thiq was a com- mon occurrence at the mines. In this especial case, however, uomethln; in the pitiable helplessness of the little child and the forlorn bearing of the old man appealed strongly to the anager. ml‘?“\"hl:t d?) you say?” shouted the auctioneer, taking up 2 bird cage and swinging it within the sight of his au- dience. “Cage and bird. A ul.ury‘. Looks like a singer. What am I of- ” ‘“';:.' cage was of the commonest, its PR e B i value of Education. 1 “De value of an education,” said O | sle Ebe tor. - aotion to do wif it “is de same as dat of a & It depends on what you takes & At daybreak the next morning the ! warning of the expert little pet bore fruit. Old Shaft Seven was belching out smoke, the fire damp had begun its dread work. “It we had plerced that wall, where would the new levels be now?” was the pertinent question Robert Gregory gravely put to Mr. Dale. And the latter bowed his head, put out a trembling hand, and in his heart was & great thankfulness, , In a manner utilitarian, too, the fire damp cleared the way to safe progress in the new work. , Robert Gregory did not lose his prestige with his employer. Nor did he lose the peerless Beatrice. | As to the mine owner, he surpassed even Gregory is providing the Dean . family a new home with permanens comforts. Little Nellie Dean mourned the loss of her beloved pet. There was that which turned her sorrow into proud, peaceful calm, however. | Near the mouth of old shaft Seven a modest granite block of stone was placed, bearing the simple and touch- ing inscription: “Sacred to the Mem- ory of Dickie—a Bird.” MR. BARRIE IN THE CHAIR How Popular Scotch Author Served as Chairman of a Burns Celebration. There is only one recorded instance ot Sir J. M. Barrie’s acting as chair- can public. It was on the occasion of a Burns celebration. Barrie took the chair as presiding officer and thea kept t it frmly. Throughout the eatire procesdings he did not utter a single word, but mained as it glued to the borribly spicuous chair, loathing his ment, but inwardly am o pressions on the faces of him, which made dismally fact that he was a fallure as & ing officer. | When the meeting was finished Barrie took advantage of talkative group in froat quietly stole away before a chance to miss him. But week a well-known Saturday printed a satirical article ealled * Barrie in the Chair.” The thing was simply withering in its fronical ac- count of the dumb presiding officer who eventually fled, leaving a meeting to preside over itself. The greatest was naturally expressed by those who had persuaded Barrie to come to the Burns celebration, and among his friends tremendous indig- nation was felt and vented But some day they will know, if they have not already found out, that the article was written by Barrie himself! ; | 4 8 BE it E £l 141 e Dally Thought. You get entertainment pretty much In proportion as you give. And here Is one reason of a dozen why the world s dull to dull perscns —Stevenson. | | was upturned to the windows of the building where his office was located. The girl faced about and John could not look at her without positive rude- ness, 80 he stared straight ahead. All at once he became conscious that the alr was fragrant with that odor of mingled roses and violets. Could it be from that veil in his pocket? He furtively thrust a gloved hand in the pocket and, finding the veil in- tact, withdrew his hand and quite un- consciously the vell came with it. “Oh!” cried a voice at his elbow. John looked down at her in polite inquiry. “My vell!” she explained hastily, pointing to it “Yours !” repeated John incredulous- 1y and his Lngers tightened their grasp on the chiffor. “Impossible!” “But 1t is!” she insisted gently. “See, there are my initials. An hour or two ago 1 was riding down the ave- nue on the top of a bus when a gust of wind took the vefl from my hat and swirled it up. It disappeared through an office window—I am sure it is mine.” “I am afraid it is,” said John Gray reluctantly giving it to her. “I thought it was a cloud from heaven fitself when it drifted into my office; I am not so sure that it isn't,” he added to him- self, for the look in the girl's eyes was most disconcerting To John Gray's satisfaction the mys- terious “B. V. E.” did not leave the bus until it stopped at his signal. Then with a little nod, enhanced by a rose- tinged smile, the girl tripped past him and down the steps to the street. ‘When he reached the apartment house where he had a suite of rooms in his sister's home, he was amazed to find that the girl had preceded him. She flushed with annoyanee and when he made for apartment B she stopped short and glanced haughtily at him. ““This 1s too much, sir!” she said. John paused with his latchkey in hand. “But—you see, I live here,” he said helplessly. “It is too—absurd to be true!” she protested, looking as if she would cry. “Really,” John was beginning when the door of the apartment opened and his sister, dressed for the street, ap- peared. “John, John, you home so soon?” cried Mrs. Remer; and catching sight of the girl. “John, let me present you to my old classmate, Edith Emmons. Have you ever met before?” she asked, struck by their embarrassment. “Why—er—yes,” said John hastily, Miss Emmons blushed deeper and & dimple came into her cheek. “We are going to Throgton's to tea, ; will you come?" gsked his sis- Badge The badge of sanity is the ability to co-operate with other people; and the more people you can work with, and for, the bigger and better you are We have passed through the savage stage, the stone, the competitive, and now we are passing into the co-opera- tive. We will not be here so very long, anyway, and soon Death, the kind old nurse, will come and rock us to sieep—and we had better help one an- other while we may.—Elbert Hubbard. 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 Okeechobee F raising uda, Rhodes, Para, Natal and '.hugnuunpe‘f I;‘:ly. d pasture. With ing Berm 'ara, Na of or an hogs can have green food the year round. yield big will crops besides these crops available, cattle, sheep and of corn, cane, cowpeas, arms of Thousands of Acres of Our Land at the North End of Lake Okeechobee Are Now Ready for Cultivation These lands do not need draining . to Okeechobee on the new division of the Florida East Coast yourself just what these lands are. Note that Okeechobee is now only a journey from Jacksonville. other than small ditches on farm. Make a trip n%mv?hou!ddv.ndmlu trifle over twelve Investigate This Wonderful Country While You Can Have a Choice of Locations for Your Farm You will find it unexcelled for kinds of vegetables common to will grow at 'an amazing rate duri d oy % ville—the former a fine lake section in Seminole County suited to ‘ral farming, and the latter a fertile pine land country in - o.vk raising, general farming and fruit growing. Write today fer lots £+ Fhelncta and K-a.e L. o Couuty especialy .., -~ full particulars to general farming, livestock and poultry raising Florida as well as the finest citrus fruit. i and for growing all This town and country ng the next few years. We also have excellent land and town J. E. INGRAHAM, Vice-President Land and Industrial Department, Florida East Coast Railway Room 218 City Building EASY FOR THE DETECTIVE Knowledge of Human Nature and a Little Reasoning Led Him to tre Truth. Conspicuous on the end of the coun- ter in the little cigar shop was a brand new, highly ornate cigar lighter made of heavy bronze. It was the type which has a wire rod sheathed in a phial of alcohol, from which the rod is drawn to be dipped in a jet of fire. So proud was the cigarmaker of the new fixture that he pointed it out to every customer with special courtesy. ‘While thus engaged one evening re- cently he was' horrified to discover that the wire rod with its beautiful bronse handle was missing. ) “It was here a moment since,” he declared to a man who was wnluu' for a light. “Where can it be?" “Easy question to answer,” smiled the customer. “That little rod is out there on the pavement just outside the door. I have not seen it, but I know it is there.” “Sure enough, it is there,” ex-| claimed the cigarmaker, rushing to recover his p operty. “How did you, know that?” | “In my business, which happens to | be that of a professional detective,” exclaimed the customer, “I find that & knowledge of the human inclination to do many trifling things unconscious- 1y is of value. In the present case force of habit caused your tomer to throw away the cigar lighter after using it precisely as if it were a match. ke did it without thinking. He threw the rod either to the right or left, after lighting his cigar, ac- cording to the hand he had used. “Now, the rod was not on the floor to his left, for I looked carefully when you spoke. Consequently it had to be on the pavement, as the cigar lighter stands just next to the open door. “Here is my card. If ever you need & detective let me know." Needless Interruptions. A New Yorker writes the Times to protest against a habit he says met- ropolitan women have of knitting at concerts. Recently, he declares, he was obliged to sit near a knitter and the click of her busy needles dis- turbed him. Here is a serious issue. One has seen & woman, returning from mar- ket, shelling her beans on the street car. There could be no objection to her plucking a holiday goose under the same circumstances, provided she didn't scatter feathers on the floor. But knitting at a concert is differ ent. A knitting needle obbligato to a Times complainant. It one's liking it is | from various other Hoke He bhas his morning mall into several classes, which in- : “Important,” “Unimportant,” “From Hoke Smiths.” Even though he has grown used to it of late, it seems funny to sign his Hoke Smith to a letter directed to Hoke Smith Jones or any of the scores of other Hoke Smiths that keep writing to him. Weuld Not Think of Defeat. As to belng prepared for defeat, I eertainly am not. Any man who is prepared for defeat would be half defeated before he commenced. 1hope for success, shall do all in my power to secure it, and trust to God for the rest.—Admiral Farragut. ST. AUGUSTINE, FLORIDA At ELECTRIC & IT WILL PAY YOU ‘ TO CONSULT US ON THE ELECTRIC WIRING IN YOUR HOUSE OR STORE We Are Electrical Experts FLORIDAELECTRICEMACHINERY Co THE ELECTRIC STORE Phone 46 Kibler Hotel Bldg.fi ELECTRIC S e s ey Most all of the Particular Men because our Collar work Satisfies Don’t wear a glossy collor. It's out of date. Shirts and collors laundered by us being worn in three dozen surrounding towns. How about yours? The Lakeland Steam Laundry PHONE 130 R. W. WEAVER, Prop. Must Little Homeless Children Suffer In Florida? WE DO NOT BELIEVE that the good people of Flor- ida realize that there are right now in our State Hundreds of litde children in real need—some absolutely homeless— that just must be cared for. We feel sure—that they do not know that there are hun- dreds of worthy mothers in Florida‘who are just struggling to keep their little ones alive—and at home. We just cannot believe—that with these facts true—and every orphanage in Florida crowded to the doors—that the people of Florida will let our great work which has cared for 850 of these little ones this year alone—go down for lack of funds to keep it up. Your immediate help—is greatly needed—right now—Please send what you can to-day—to R. V. Covington, Treasurer of ” t The Children’s Home Society : of Florida Florida’s Greatest Charity 361 St. James Bldg. JACKSONVILLE, FLA.