Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 30, 1915, Page 6

GHARLOTTE HARBOR AND NORTHERN RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” SAFETY FIRST. ATTRACTIVE SERVICE. COURTESY FOR THE INFORMATION OF THE PUBLIC SCHEDULE IN EFEECT JANUARY 1ST, 1915 —=Subject to Change Without Notice— g AT 1053 AmNTlc COAST LIND Southward. .No. 84.|.No. 83. “123 “ 123 p.m. | 930 5 46 am. No. 89 “126.| 128 am. 6 45 .9 60 p.m. “ves. Jacksonville ...... Ar| p.m. . Ar| .5 80 . Ar| 728 . Lyjs 618 am. No. 8 C.H.& N. Limited s 610 6 28 No. ¢ No.2 .|C.H.& N, Limited 916 8 56 8 66 t 8 50 8 45 s 8 40 t 8 31 8 22 8 22 818 8 08 8 06 8 02 7561 747 736 728 724 712 704 700 6 56 6 50 BOCA GRANDE ROUTE Mulberry ........ Ar|s 4 40 . Bruze .. t 4 21 ceee . Ridgewood . 6 28 . Bruce . 6 31 . «.. Plerce . 6 34 Martin Junction Bradley Junction +... Chicora .. Cottman .......... TigerBay .. . Cottman eeesses.. Baird . . Fort Green Junction .. ..Fort Green ... Fort Green Springs .. Vandolah «e Ons .. Bridge .Limestone . . Kinsey . . Bunker-Lansing . veses. Shops . t 4 21 417 13 EXEIELLEL ©®©®©w® oo R R R e e R e e Arcadia ........ Ar .. Shops . . Nocaiee . .. Hull .. Boggess . Platt Mars . Murdock Southland .. Boca Grande . . South Boca Grande Through Sleeper 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 points north. 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. Intormation not obtainable from Ageuts will be cheerfuiiy fur.. nished by the undersigned. L. M. FOUTS, XK. H. GOUCHER, 2nd V. P. & Gen. Mgr. Supt. Transportation, Boca Grande, Fla. Arcadts, Fla. C. B. MoCALL, G.F.& Pass.Agt., Boca Grande, Fila, There once, was a man, by name Mr. Knapps, Who was overrun with rats, and needed some traps, So he Came to OUR STORE Where We have Traps Galore, And the ranks of the rodents Were soon full of Gaps If this man had bought TWO Traps He would have caught them all night. N, 22 We sell the Catch-Em-All Style of Traps, for Rats, Mice, Mink and Flies No traps for the unwary here. Our methods are open and above board, and Your Trade is Solicited WILSON HARDWARE CO S S S YL Yy S S e S SO et N S S S S A SR S S N S S SR AL S o S e | WA MINN'S THANKSGIVING ! ' i she Had Something Important on Her Mind. By DONALD ALLEN. “It T was & girl 1 wouldn't go 1 walking too far,” said old Uncle Rob- ert as a girl of 20 passed him on her way down to the gate of the farm- “And why not?” she asked as she almost came to & pause. i “Well, socording to my ideas, it's gaing to rain and saow and blow and Bail, and when the storm does break she's going to be a buster. You live city and dem’t know anything that you Thanks- you kmow, and we are going (o bave the awfulest, biggest, nicest dinner anybody ever set dowm to. It's In your honor, you know. Therell be e turkey, a duck and a chletln;l Il be cranberry sass, pumpkin ples, currant jell, apple dumplin' there'll be—" “I think I'll just walk a little ways, anyhow,” sald-the girl as she opened the gate and passed down the high- way towards the village and the rail- road depot. “And if you come home as wet as & hen don't say I didn't warn ye. It's going to come, and it's going to be a buster.” Half an hour later, a middle-aged woman, with a motherly face and volce came out on the steps and asked: “Pa, do you reckon it's goin’ to storm?” ‘Sure as ducks.” 'Where's Minnie?" “Oh, she's gone for a starter. give her warning. What's she wantin' to mail a letter for? I hain't mailed a letter nor got one in 20 *1 Think I'! Just Walk a Little Ways.” years, and I guess I'm about as well off as most folks. I was going to ask her but forgot it.” ‘Don’t you ask her a word about cautioned the wife as she came down to him. “I guess Minnie's got something on her mind, but it hain't pone of your business. I reckon she'll tell me when she gets ready. Leastwise, I hain't goin’ to do any pumping. “Something on er mind, eh? That's funny. Didn't know that girls ever had anything on their minds ex- oept new clothes. Is that why she eome visiting us all of a sudden?” “None o' your business! I guess my own sister's daughter can come and see me any time she takes a no- t d that without writing ahead. What's on her mind, as nigh as I ean make out, is about & young man. It T don't tell you you'll worry the shirt off your back. Pa, you've got to be as poky as an old maid. You can't see a pillarcase flopping on the couldn’t get 10 rods if I was to die for ft1” Miss Minnie had resched town and mailed her letter and started back again when the storm broke. Before it came she thought she could make out & human figure on the road ahead of her, but wasn't sure. The very first gust picked her up and turned her around and deposited her under a roadside tree. She remained there until the gale began to whip the branches off, and then let go her hold and ran for it. There were limbs falling all about her, and the bhail- stones peppered her until she ran al- most blindly. She hadn't gone & ,quarter of & mile when, as she | crouched and covered her face, sh was struck by a fiying 1imb and knew no more. | It was the dim sight of the girl lowed it until found the " lusty calls for socon brought out 'a man, and the senseless burden was cartied into the howse and received | by & woman. “T don’t know who she is, but I .found her in the road.” explained her ‘and I think she was struck down.” | “We'll do all we can,” replied the ,man and woman together, “but you mustn’t. look for much. We are , mighty poor folks. We hain't got no i camphor nor whisky, and as for get- ting a doctor out from can't be done to-night.” | The girl was carried Into the only bedroom and laid on the only bed, and when her wet clothing had been | removed and she was between the sheets, the woman got a cloth and a ! basin of water and washed away the blood and whispered to the stranger: “T don’t think she’s bad hurt. She's | just fainted away with the scare of it. | When she opens her eyes I'll tell her L to go to sleep, and she'll be all right | the chances for marriage for his in the morning.” “Do you think it's some young lady ,from the village?” asked the stranger | of the farmer as they talked in whis- i pers In the outer room. “No, T don't reckon so. T reckon ; {it's that new girl that arrived at | Turner's a few days ago. I saw her going towards the village two hours g0 “Arrived at Turner's! Say, man, are you sure? Is it a strange girl to the neighborhood?” “I've heard say it was Uncle Bob's niece, and that she come from the city. What ails you, stranger? Does this storm upset you?” It wasn't the storm. Percy Kincaid ‘hld quarrelled with the girl he loved ,and had asked to be his wife. It was ,about nothing, almost, as most lov- ,ers’ quarrels are, but pride on either side held off a reconciliation until the lover finally learned that Miss Minnie had gonc on a journey and left no word for him. She was going to spend Thanksgiving week in the country. Within two days she had re- lented; within three he was making jevery effort to locate her, that he might patch up & peace. He had suc- ceeded. He was going to throw him- | self on her mercy and ask Uncle Rob- ert for a place at his Thanksgiving table, The storm grew flercer as the night advanced. The girl woke and then slept a dreamless sleep, and the lover had long hours in which to ponder and think. When another day came even the cattle could not face the storm nor man move from his door. It was Thankegiving day. At Uncle Robert's there was a feast to be spread; at Bradley's there was hardly better than poorhouse fare. But the victim of the accident was no longer in bed,"and the rescuer no longer cared about the weather, and | the farmerfolks looked at each other and smiled and whispered: “Even if we had turkey and cran- berry sauce I don't believe they'd eat a single mouthful. They've just sor ter found each other, and are tickled to death.” And when at last they could make their way to Turner's and Uncle Bob stuttered and Aunt Harriet cried for joy, Miss Minnie asked in a way that was almost heartiess: “Why do you take om so? I never had suth a lovely Thaoksgiving in all my lite!” town—it | me to a first-class bed. Good for you, Towser!” They became close chums, those | two, during the next few days. The i Worthless, wandering Neal Barrett opened a package done up in & news- paper and smacked his lips in glow- ing antidipation. Then as the con- tents were revealed his rugged face broke into a smile. “A right royal hand-out!” he gloat- “Chicken and cake, and biscuits —all buttered, too. Must have had & ! banquet at that house last night.” Neal sat down on a pile of boards and started in to discuss the tempting | viands that lay before him. In his | grateful mind was a memory of the sweet cider and rescuer. “There is blood on her hair,' Pleasant little housewife who had so | sumptuously provided for him. | “It's been hard grubbing for a day“ | or two,” soliloquized Neal, “but this, | makes up for it all. It's better than! free lunch—and without the !emptm! j tion. I don’t pick up much work, but I'm in a ‘dry’ district. That's my-only safety zone, and I'll stick!” He was a good-natureda and a good-, looking fellow. Too good-natured by, far he had been in the past. It had | led to hig grieving a sweet fond girl. | ! It had ended in her father forbidding | | him the house. That was a good many | miles from Neal's present town—of temporary residence. Neal saw the: justice of his dismissal, for Mr. Par- | sons was poor and Neal was spoiling daughter, Florence. Neal had lost his position through being too easy-going with a reckless, diccipated set. He left town and ¥ :nce. Work was not easy to pick He Looked Invitingly at Neal. up and idleness killed his ambition. He became a wanderer, then a tramp. He was one now, as a matter of fact. l For a month, however, he had bet- | tered in one respect. A drinking bout | had got him in with a criminal crowd, | and had he not abandoned them he | would have landed where they did—in ! the penitentiary. The experienc scared him. He took refuge in a local option district. He had not tasted liquor for a month. With sobriety | had come sane saddened thoughts of | the girl he had left behind him. He | had faithfully sought work, but dld! not find it to do. So, hand-outs had | become his portéon. [ “Hello!” ejaculated Neal in a sud- den sprightly way. There had come a rustling in the bushes behind him and then a big | handsome collie dog bounded in front | of him, sniffed towards the outspread ' lunch and then sat up and held out | & paw. ; “Shake, old fellow!" hailed Neal. | “Hungry? 1 see you are. All right. We'll make it fifty-Aifty, and there you are!” | door. stant compapionship of the animal ;:ased and cheered Neal. As to Towser, a grateful sample of true fidelity he seemed to be supremely content. One night, however, when they arrived at the barn, they found the doors barred and padlocked, and it was not so dark but that Neal could read scrawled across the new bar- rier the chalked words: “Trespassers will be prosecuted to the law.” It had begun to rain and man and dog had tramped a long distance that afternoon. Neal looked for temporary shelter. He found it at the side of the house in a vine-embowered arbor. A long bench invited him to rest and then unconsciously to slumber. It must have been three or four hours later when Neal awoke. Tow- ser was pulling at his coat. Neal sat up and then sprang to his feet, as from the inside of the house an echo- ing scream of terror or pain rang out. “Something wrong,” wttered Neal all his keen senses shrewdly alert in . an instant, “and Towser knows it.” The dog, with an eager impatient glance back at his master, had start- ed for the house. Neal followed. The front door was open. Down the hall the dog stole to where a door stood partly ajar. Beyond it Neal peered for the moment, horrified and spellbound. Across a table in his night dress lav the hermitlike occupant of the house —old Jacob Wise. He was tied across it. There was a fire in the stove, and stuck between its red hot bars was a poker. A roughlcoking man was standing over the aged Wise. “Now then, I've got you safe and sound,” he was saying. “You've got a fortune hidden away in some odd cor- ner of this old house and I want it, understand?” Jacob Wise made no response. The robber drew the poker from the stove. “Tell where that money is,” he spoke, *“or I'll give you a touch of this.” The intruder waved the red hot poker menacingly. He moved it across the bare soles of his victim’s feet. “I'Il tell! It burns! TI'll tell!” shrieked the tortured old man. Just then Neal pushed open the The intruder turned quickly, Neal sprang at him. They grappled. Then the robber pressed a revolver against the side of his opponent. The last thing that Neal Barrett| . saw as he sank unconscious to the | floor was the dog, his teeth at the throat of the wretch who had downed | his master. The waking moment came days later, although Neal did not realize that fact when he first roused up. In amazement he stared. Old Jacob ‘Wise sat at his bedside in a comfort- able room. Through an open door- way, moving about engaged in domes- tic duties, Neal saw Florence Par sons! “Ah! better!” chuckled the old miser. “Good boy! I've been awtully anxious. Know her?” and he nodded his head towards the tidy, graceful figure in the next apartment. “Yes,” whispered Neal weakly, but his face aglow with tenderness and delight. L L S T R ST FE % “SE&'s true blue,” declared the o4 man fervently. How “true blue,” Neal Barrett ne after a little explanation. The fayy, ful Towser had driven the roppe away, terribly lacerated. Jacob Wise, grateful to man and dog who hag nndlohlnlpnno(huhondugo tune, had given Neal the best o, possible. in now,” advised ws I'm going to start you o lite, with plenty of capital, You're & brave man, and that g, SHE TOURED WORLD AT g5 Elderly Lady Enjoyed Trip, and Lived Two Years to Talk About It. Mrs. Mary J. Scroggs, who enjoyed| the unique distinction of having tray. eled around the world and enjoyed ry mile of the tour when she wag eighty-five years old, died at the res idence of her son, Dr. G. A. Scroggs, at Los Angeles. Particularly free from illness throughout her life, she wug 11l but a short time before death. She was eighty-seven years old. Two years ago Mrs. Scroggs decid- ed to take a trip around the globe, Many friends had known that she longed to make the tour, but were amazed when she announced that she had completed arrangements. Rugged and with a mind particularly receptive and alert, she traveled through the allen lands with the greatest enjoy- ment, and gathered an unusually large fund of information. She was accompanied by her daugh- ter-in-law, Mrs. Doctor Scroggs, and her niece, Miss Elizabeth P. Bailey. The oldest woman ever to make such & trip, according to the records of all transportation companies, she was not 1ll from ocean travel, and did not miss a day from sightseeing. Mrs. Scroggs went to Los Angeles 12 years ago from Beverly, Pa., ha ing lived the greater part of her life in that community. Our Mora! Codes. Our moral codes were invented, not to prepare men for heaven, or for Utopia; they were invented by men who were none too good themselves for people who were not much worse. There are great differences in human beings as to the amount of knowledge and wisdom which they possess, but there is small difference in regard to the amount of goodness or rascality | that they manifest.—Mowry Saben, in Forum. Fido’s Future. “What it Fido would go mad!” ex claimed the woman who wastes affeo tion. “Don’t worry,” answered her husband. “That dog hasn’t enough sense to be sure i.ough mad. The most he'll ever do is to go peevish.” ¢ The Financial Crisis Over We are now in shape to give you the benefit of our Low Expenses. House and save you money, Let us wire your Lower Insur- 4 A . é ance, Cleanliness and Convenience are & the results, Saaa T. L. CARDWELL o $E0050500000000 04040000004 J.B. ST CONTRACTOR | clothes line but what you want to| know all about it. Yes; it's about &, Hard-Working Statesmen. It did Neal good to see the half- famished animal enjoy the toothsome Having had twenty-one Phone 397 With Lakeland Sheet Metal Works REATER AND BUILDER young man. They are emgaged, and they've had a falling out, and she's sorter run away from him to find out 1f he really cares fer her.” “And sbe’s got scared about it and has written him a letter to tell where she is?" queried the husband. “Go on! TIt's probably a letter to her ma, though I didn't see it nor ask. 1 hope she didn't start for town. It's going to storm for sure, and there hain't but one house on the road where she could find shelter. Look down the road and see if you can see her.” “Can't see hide nor hair of any girl" reported Uncle Robert after going out to the highway and taking a look. An hour later, with both uncle and aunt fidgeting about their girl visitor, the black clouds that had been bank: ing up for hours began to advance before a breege that soon strengthen- ed into a gale. In five minutes the gray afternoon had become twilight. In 16 there was cold rain and lively hall, and Uncle Robert was blown in- to the kitchen to exclaim: “I told her it was going to be a buster, and that she mustn’t blame me. I started down the road to meet her, but Lordy what a e ———————————— Had His Suspicions. A subscriber of an Atchison news- paper sent the following to the editor: “I1 don’t know that Ben Hurley took it, but I know I have been missing wood and loaded several sticks with powder last Sunday night; and I know that Ben Hurley lives near me, and that early Monday morning he drove hurriedly to town and bought a new stove.” R ——— Optimistic Thought. A hercle resolution neve- permite Bfs t0 pass avey storm! 1/ Any one who thinks public serv- fce is & stnecure may find he is mie- taken fn some instamces. Secretary Ileycotlr‘ Taft's cabinet some ’tlmouovum with typhold fever from the unealubrious waters of the Potomac, and had to get off the job. His piace was taken by Beek- man Winthrop, who had receutly re- turned from a Jeave of absence in Europe, where he went to recuperate _his strength, utterly exhausted by the | demands of the service. He finds it necessary now at the end of every week to get out of Washington and come back Monday to h's desk. Sum- mer weather in Washington is mighty trying. Caught With the Goods. The man from Baltimore felt so lonely on the train after a long visit in a small inland town that he tried to engage his seatmate in conversa- tion. . “And what might your businese be?” he inquired, pleasantly. “I furnish supplies to the restaurants in this vicinity,” the man replied. “Oh, ho!" cried the Baltimorean. “So you're the chap that brings the rubber oysters."—Youngstown Tele- gram. Did Service to Humanity. Captain Hutchinson, the dockmaster at Liverpool, is credited with having | originated the reflecting lighthouse in 1763, and another great improvement in the inwention of a light for light- houses was made by Lieutenant Drum- mond, who was the first to suggest the using of oxyhydrogen light. To- day there is no danger rock or point along any of the navigable coasts but has its modern lighthouse. Varied Menu. The chorus girl dines one day on & crust and the mext on a crustacesn— fork Brening Mail meal, which he divided evenly with him. It was getting on toward dusk. Neal had tramped a good many miles that day. He chose a soft grass plat just off the road and stretched him- self out. The dog made no demur, more than content to stay with his new master as long as the latter smoked and spoke to him. As Neal closed his eyes for a nap, however, the animal got up near to him, pulled his sleeve, pranced about, showed plainly that he did not consider it bedtime, nor the site of the siesta favorable for rest and comfort. “What you trying to tell me, old fellow?” queried Neal whimsically. | “Want me to go somewhere? All right—march ahead.” The animal at once adopted the methods of a guide. Down the road he proceeded, then across a lot and darting along a narrow lane arrived at an old barn structure. He looked invitingly at Neal as he entered its doorway. There was a oair of stairs and a loft with sufficient old hay on its floor to make a very comfortable bed. “Well, well,” laughed Neal—“tit for tat! I share my meal and you pllot History of Linen Manufacture. The Scots in Ulster first established James the First, and from this begin- ning has the business of the present day developed. i As to Palmistry. If the lines of the hand really indi- linen manufacture during the reign of | how long a person a years’ experience in building and contracting in Lakeland and vicinity, I feel competent to render the best services in this line. If comtemplating building, will be pleased to furnish estimates and all infor- mation, All work guaranteed. Phone 169. J. B. STREATER WE SELL FOR CASH WE HAVE CUT THE PRICE WE SELL EVERYTHING FOR LESS Sugar, 16 pounds Bacon, side, per pound . Bacon, cut, per pound . Tomatoes, can Fancy and Head Rice, Mgal, 10 pounds for .. erts. 10 pounds for l'_lorida Syrup, per quart . }“lorida Syrup, per gallon .. 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