Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 22, 1915, Page 7

THA I P 2044044000 To thePublic '__-_\_ Beginning FEB. st our business will be Strictly Cash to All rrrrrrIr I I I IR PR TR T T e @B PP SPOPESPEIIPS GPESEPEPEEEEEE R PP PP R Ibe $¢ Wecarry nothing but 3 [ligh-Grade Shoes - And will give you THE BEST ¢ or your Money at All Times % Our SERVICE and SHOES & S are ALWAYS of the BEST § We Make A SPECIALTY of # FITTING FEE] . Our SHOE REPAIRING DEPARTMENT is in a class by itselt. One of tbe BEST equipped Machine shops in the State. All work done promptly by an expert. Work call:d for and delivered. ‘““There is a Reason’’ Dutton-Harris Co. FOOT-FITTERS SHOES THAT FIT Shoes That Please 123 Kentucky Ave. Phone 358-Blue D L L A AR A A AN L e e it B B il b @”"W"!’Q’Q“ L e L s o 'y w)'// ay you to buy Our WNew /mplemerts /t S XS XSS SN HOW WILL IT PAY YOU? THEY ARE BUILT STRONG AND WILL LAST A LONG TIME! THEY RUN EASY AND DO MORE AND BETTER ORK WITH LESS LABOR. THEY DO NOT GET OUT OF ORDER. : GROUND R THEY HAVE THE LATEST LABOR -SAVING ATTACHMENTS. TTHEY ARE iN INVESTMENT THAT BRINGS BIG —————————————— O Lakeland Hardware and Plumbing Co. VAN HUSS® PLACE IT COSTS YOU NOTHING OPTICIANGE Eves A\'MV[T? A 1 g.‘» scientificaily ¢xamined here. ‘5\1 if the examinaly < { do mot need nothing for it. requ rate tell you ca: testing your eyes. Cole & Hull wn of Patience. Workman’s Asset. wnrkman owes it to himself and = The crowe amily to take care of himself. | ceivad where th #bor s his only asset in business. ' rering. I ©2 injured, he is for the time being refusest to be skrupt. 1t killed, bis family WAY | wishest to be cro¥ left destitate and his children de- | mantully acd suffer i ! Deserving Cr Jtience ere has & employment before their matur- | without © This philosophy is found in & bul | conquest—Thomas & Kempls of the Chicago bureau of safety. | ——————— Vinegar in Ink. Home, Sweet Home. | "¢ talking machine plus one me- Rical plano-player plus four Nav- Indians blanket rugs plus & por of Whistler's mother plus two Steing equals cne refined Amerk bome.—Lite. This is caused by th alr. A fe the ink will m the better plan 18 t tle covered. e at school, “A young widow. Has child for adoption. Unable to support. Baby eighteen months old. Irish blue eyes. e e e 2] ——————————— to have your eyes thoroughly and Even on discloses that you | glasses, we charge you And if you should ire glasses we supply them at a which your own good sense will n include no charge for ot be re put if thow | ned, thou must fight , patiently With- Jargest in Canada, and %t %8 rest, and | that the water power available from it ontending there can be no ink gets stringy or ofly. Wy oi "emflmoflho! w drops of vinegar put into ake it usable again, but o keep the ink bot- HIS FRIEND'S WIFE By GORDON JOMNSTONE. | I (Copyright.) l 1 eyes from | the tousled the boy reading the mewspa- hear you right, Demny?” he “Did you say Nora Reagan?’ | Denny scanned the column and found the paragraph. “Yes,” he answered. “Mrs. Nora Reagan, East Thirty-fourth street.” Malone pressed the hot ashes in his clay pipe and rubbed the bowl medi- tatively with the palm of his big hand. “Read it again, 1ad,” he urged soft- ly, as his gaze returned to the flowered pattern of the carpet. The boy read it with the intonation of a child reciting a memorized lesson Weighs twenty pounds.” Denny laid the paper in his lap and looked at the big man sitting on the horsehide chair. “WIIl you tear that out and give it | mq gopt, petallike slips closed over 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 senior from the kitchen. “For a bit of a walk, John,” Malone answered. Reaching the avenue, he turned down. By the light in a store win- dow he took out the ragged paper and studied the address. Replacing it in his pocket, he took up his walk, re- peating the number to himself. Half-way down the street he found the address, and searched the dimly lighted hallway for the mame. Run- ning his eyes over the dirty mail- boxes, he found ft. He pressed the button. A pause en- sued. There was no response. Again he rang and walted. After what seemed an interminable time the latch clicked. Pushing his way in, he climbed the stairs covered with ollcloth. 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!” She staggered’ back into the room. “Is it yourself, or am I dream- ing?" “It's no dream, Noreen,” he an- swered. “It's myselt.” A bright flush crept up from her white throat over her face and lost it- gelf 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 & sight you are to cure blind eyes. And it's a girl 1 am again to see you." Malone stepped into the room and closed the door. Turning, he looked at the frail 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 charm of eyes and hair. The girls of Nora Reagan's coloring were the glory of Ireland. Malone's eyes rested on the little red head pressed against her shoulder, and 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 & 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 quietly. “Twelve months this morning Tues- day.” “I've been down in Panama,” he apologized—"‘working on the canal. 1 don't know much about what's going on.” “He was killed in the expressman’s | etrike,” she explained ;pr’flk of you very often, Barry, and | wonder where you were keeping your- self”” “God never made a better man,” he murmured. “I saild 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 ghared 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 | coneidered the rejoinder a bit cryptic | man’s voice. “A boy?" he questioned, as though anable to believe it Greatest Water Power. The St. Lawrence river system Is the {s greater than that of any other river ‘mcuud& Net Entirely Heartbroken. A tather who intended to make a great professional man of his son asually manages to conceal his disap- pointment when the boy signs up for & neat salary as # ball player. “He used to | “Yes.” *“What's his name?” *“You'd never guess.” “Tim?” he ventured. “No.” “Your father's?” Again Nora shook her head. “'Twas Tim that named him.” “What, Noreen?” ¢ " she answered, beaming in- to his face. I A strange light came into Malone's eyes, and his big hands opened and closed over his hat. “Yes,” she continued; “T left it to : the full Tim. The priest was for wanting the ' tion, the solemnity of the scene gives to his statement the sanctity of truth, and such dying declaration, when ces, TUAY | itted to | name of & saint, but Tim would have none of them. Tm going to call him after my comradelad,’ he sald. ‘My comradelad that saved my life in Rosslare Harbor. “‘Who is that? asked the priest.: “The finest lad ever made’ answered ; Tim. ‘My friend and odmnde—BsrryiuIned in dying declarations, as to 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 plerce their hearts and the tears will gush up from a living fountain. Barry Malone was one of them. “Will you let me hold him, No- reen?” he said, reaching out his arms. Nora laid the baby in them. The blue eyes turned up on him with all the wonder of unfathomable seas. He put his big finger into the little hand. H 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. | “Pm boarding with a family by tho’ 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 Iimportance 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. “Yen.” “Then ‘faugh a ballah!’” he cried, Jumping to his feet. The woman gave a lttle, frightened scream and clutched the baby. Malone 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. ity of “dying declarations” in evidence in criminal cases is made by the su- | preme court of Georgia in Sewell vs. State, in which the court states in its i syllabus: charge the jury that ‘when death is approaching and the dying man bas | 1ost bope of life, and his mind feels e e e e A A A on Sy Important Legal Ruling. The latest rulingon the admissibil- “In a murder case it was error to consclousness of his condi- made under such circumstan be given in evidence and subm! the jury. Such charge tended to un- duly impress the minds of the jury with the weight of the evidence con- which juries do not require any em- phasis from the bench.” Physique Counts for Much. Muscular movements are the golden chords of good works which mingle with the visions of great deeds and harmonize the soul of man with purer worlds. They give both a source of teserve power and confidence, a power of growth, of good and of evil, which nothing else does. Optimists are usu- ally men and women who come from a vigorous, stocky, muscular race. They are of the type who are potenti- ally as well as actually of fine physique. Real Warfare. “Oh, dear, I wish this dreadful war in Europe would stop,” sald Mrs. Was- serby. “l feel the same way,” answered Mrs. Twobble. “My heart bleeds for the sufferers.” “Of course I'm sorry for evervbody Who is & victim of the war,” sald Mrs. | Wasserby, “but what I was thinking about at the moment was the effect it's having on our children. My som, Tommy, is leader of the Belgian army in our block, and the last time they had a battle with a German army down the street he came home bruised from head to foot.” S e— ¥ Extended Stopping Place. Pat was employed on an engineering job, a few miles out of the city, and was carried to his work by an express train, which accommodatingly slowed up near the scene of his labors. One morning, however, the train rushed through the cut without reducing speed, and the superintendent of the Job looked in vain for Pat. At last he saw a much-battered Irishman limp- ing back down the ties, and called to him: “Hello, Pat! get off?” Pat turned stifly, and wav- ing his hand toward the steep embank. ! ment, sighed: *“Oh—all along here!" “*Pig like the old days, Barry!” she cried as she joined him. “Only there wasn’t any little 1ad on your shoulders then.” “Wasn't there, though?” he smiled as he paused on the second step. “Are you for forgetting Sheamus!” “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 rafling and her mouth touched the laughing | 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 & certain 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 construction of a knife, how- ever, an important feature is present which is absent from the anatomy of the hand, and that is the strong | the knife. It produces positive pres- | sure between the surfaces composing the metallle joint. If the spring were absent, or if its place were taken by a | 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, suill 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 and shroaded in gloom.—Philadelphia Public Ledger. steel spring concealed in the handle of | strip of some inert substance like | SANITARY PRESSING CLUB CLEANING, PRESSING. REPAIRING and DYEING. Ladies Work a Specialty. Satisfaction Guaranteed. GIVE US A TRIAL Kibler Hotel Basement. Phone No. 3y3 | WATSON & GILLESPIE, Proprietors ‘Where did you | Collins & Kellev DEALERS IN Crushed Rock, Fertilizer and Lime East Lafayette St, on Seaboard Ry. TAMPA FLORIDA — ANALYSIS 3 The following is an anlaysis of the Fertilizer from our mine near Brooksville, Fla., The analysis was made in the Laboratory of the State Chemist by L. Heinburger, An- alyst, Lab. No. M199s5: Moisture, ...... Equivalent to Carbonate—GaO3 . Insoluble Matter ...... 3,26 per cent Iron and Alumina—Fe203 & Al203 ....... 0.12 per cent Our Lime Fertilizer is highly recommended for Citrus and Truck Gardening. 0.13 per cent 54.50 per cent v....+ 97.34 per cent ATES M Is Showing ! New Shapes in Panama Hats For P T DS PIANOS WE SELL PIANOS, PLAYER PIANOS, ORGANS AND PLAYER ROLLS, AT PRICES FROM 25 to 40 per cent. Less THAN ANY OTHER MUSIC HOUSE IN FLORIDA, COME AND SEE FOR YOURSELF. PIANOS TUNED, RE- PAIRED, AND MADE LIKE NEW ALL WORK WARRANTED STRICT- LY FIRST CLASS, 28 YEARS EXPER- IEINCE, ¢ HENRY WOLF & SON PERMANENT RESIDENCE, PIANO PARLOR AND REPAIR SHOP. 4u1 S. Mass. Ave. Phone 16-Black i | i ! LIGHT AND HEAVY HAULING HOUSEHOLD MOVING A SPECIALTY 0ak and Pine Wood Orders handled promptly. Jhones: Office 109, Res.. 57 Green | OUR SHiELD IS CGUR tviw i 1O | Which is proven by our six { years success in Lakeland. Maker of the National Steel { reinforced concrete Burial i Vault | Building Blocks of all discrip- H tions. { Red Cement, Pressed Brick, White Brick, Pier Blocks, 3 |} nd 4 inch Drain Tile, o, 7 and 8-it Fench Post; in fact anything made of Cement. |G eo The Secret of a Good Figure often lies in the brassiere. Hundreds of thoussnds of women ‘wear the Bien-Jolis e Brassiere for the reason that they regard it as necessary as a corset. It supports the bust and back snd gives the figure the youthful wui:- 'nnimd:cr—‘ B=h are the daintiest. most serviceable m{unu imaginable. Only the of materials are used—for in~ U LFE] o stance, “Walohn™, ible b BRA&:’I% S’ Tnk of great duraviiity —absciutely rustless—permitting laundering without removal. They come in all styles, and your local Dry Goods dealer il show them 1o you on roquest. 17 bhedess motcarzy them, ©AanD easi| hem i be Fet them for you by writing to s, Sead for ing styles that are in high favor. BENJAMIN & JOHNES Newark, N. J. Special--Thursday, Friday and Saturday [ Maxwell Chocolate Covered Cherries For three days only O#O$0 BOSOPEPE 404 POPOFOFTS 'j Lakeland Paving and Construction Company ITas moved their Plant to their new site corner of Parker and Vermont Avenues. Mr. Belisario, who is now sole owner of the company says that they will carry a n_nll line of Marble Tomb Stones in connec- tion with their Ornemantel Department of this business, Office Phone 348 B.ack mwmmmmmaoco«mm Res. Phone 153 Blue KELLEYS BARRED Plymouth Rocks BOTH MATINGS Better now than ever before 'I‘he~ sooner you get your Biddies to growing the better. Let me furnish the eggs for you to set. Special price per hundred. 1 also have a large bunch of nice young Cock Birds at Reasonable Prices. H. L. KELLEY, 6r flia =