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Res. 313 Red attention to drafting lega) WATSON, M. D. P Omce 351; Res 113 Rod located and contested tablished 1n July, 1900 DR W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST 4 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT Hotel, Lakeland, Florida DR. J. R. RUNYAN 17 and 18, Raymondo Bldg. drugs furnished with- out extra charge Residence phone 303. Ofice Phone 410 ICK? $8 Sasitariom (Copyright, The Frank A. Munsey Ce.) “Well, he can keep on following us,” said Miss Dracon. “There's no law lulutlt,lunm—nmamhm" The tea, the music, even the clothes she wore, were all well calculated to soothe a feminine heart—especially mthueonld not have been more throng, there was a dangerous sparkle in Miss Dracon’s eye. Her mother, a personification of American dollars and well preserved youth, looked at her with an indul- gent smile. “His title is perfectly /good,” she purred. ‘“I looked it up—in the Al- manach de Gotha, where only royal and—" “Look out! He’s coming over.” It had required no very keen vision jon the part of Prince Frederick von Hohenstaufen to see the Dracons, mother and daughter. An omniscient head waiter, in the first place, with an eye to a ten-franc tip, had placed them at 2 table where all might see. And, in the second place, they ware not the sort of people who escape observation. Great wealth, sagaciously used, stamps its possessors with an imprint as un- mistakable as the sterling mark on solid plate. Prince Frederick was likewise mno- ticeable, but otherwise. As he made his way, with a queer mingling of cagerness and anxiety vis- ible in his face, through the perfumed, well-dressed, gayly chatting swarm of Parisians and foreign notables who were enjoying themselves in the Bois that afternoon, he suffered badly by comparison, in spite of his youth. 80 Miss Dracon thought. His features were smug and homely, giving his clean-shaven face an expres- sion she assoclated vaguely with gro- cers or grooms. His skin was fresh enough, but exposure to the sun had “Look Out! He’s Coming Over.” made it red in spots instead of giving nm-mmmwnmu the other men she knew. And his clothes! They also reminded Miss Dracon vaguely of grocers and grooms, dressed L3 ‘Ah, Mrs. Dracon; again! Permit me to salute you.” The prince had taken the tips of Mrs. Dracon’s fingers and lifting them ever so slightly, was performing the acrobatic feat of bending forward from the hips without flexing the knees. He bad touched the fingers with his lips. “Ah, Miss Elizabeth}” He repeated the salute. “8it down here with us, dear prince,” said Mrs. Dracon. “Or, are you with friends? When did you leave Amer- fea? The heir of Hohenstaufen dropped into the chair that a walter had al- ready pushed into position, gave one meaning look at Elizabeth Dracon, then turned once more to the older woman. “As soon as | learned you had gone, then I left,” he said. Elizabeth bit her lip, while her mother smiled easily. “A coincidence,” said Mrs. Dracon. “A coincidence,” conceded the prince, “but designed by me.” He looked from mother to daughter. Mrs. Dracon was listening intently, no doubt, although she had the air of one who 1s rather preocupied with some- thing else. The daughter's eyes met his with the suspicion of a challenge in them. Hadn't they settled this, once and for ail, that night the prince had pro- Camel's Working Life. Camels are fit for serious work at five vears, and their strength begins to decline at twenty-five years, al- though they live for thirty-five and ? - with an effort at Ilchluu."lmtothlnunom'hl Miss Elizabeth said to me about in iernational marriages. ldoa'tlulwv it applies to us. I know that she is not crazy for a title—other than her own high-born name; and me, I'm mot moh-uurmonay" The red-coated band, responsive to ' a frenzied leader, was singing and banging through a Hungarian rhap- sody, giving promise that it would still be safe to talk about private matters for a long time to come. “Elisabeth told me that you bad done her the honor—" Mrs. Dracon be- gan. “Perhaps I should have spoken first to you,” said the prince, talking rap- idly. “But I said, ‘This is America, where there must not be too much fildlhoBelm i “This is Hohenstaufen!” | A moment later she and her mother were_leaning against each other for mutual support. Very stiff and straight in a new uni- form, surrounded by officers who were showing him obvious respect, there stood under the yellow shimmer of the station light some one whom they both + had instantly recognized—Prince Fred- formality’ Besides, 1 was crasy— [ crazy with love—as I have been ever since first I looked at her.” “No scene, please,” cautioned Elisa- beth steadily. ‘The band zinged louder. Her remark drew blood apparently. “It is true that I have debts,” the prince went on; “but they are the debts of my ancestors. I pay interest on them No one expects more than that. They are like state debts—what you call national debt. A national debt is never paid. But why mention such things? It is you I love. You I followed again back to Europe.” “Will you have cream or lemon?” asked Elizabeth, suddenly remember ing the tea things. “So why—why—will you not have me?” “Shall I go over it all once more?” -asked Elizabeth, smiling but cruel. “I've seen enough of these inter- national marriages to make me sick It I ever marry—which I doubt—I'll marry an American. I'll marry a man who can take care of me, just as though I didn’t have a cent in the world; one who will work, accomplish something, be someone by his own ef- forts. Since you owe so much, by your own admission, why don't you work and—" “Elizabeth!” Mrs. Dracon was scandalized, as she often was by this ultra-modern daugh- ter of hers; but the prince was listen- ing, sober, intent. “I can’t work, the way you mean,” sald Prince Frederick with bated breath. “I'm a Hohenstaufen. I be- long to the empire. If it were not for that, there is nothing in the world 1 wouldn’t do to show you—show you how I love you. Even now, could I do so with honor, I'd blow out my brains—" “I've dropped my fan,” sald Mrs. Dracon. ‘The prince recovered it for her with 8 little laugh just as the music, with a succession of rippling scales sugges- tive of a flight of butterflies, went up into the air and was silent. Silent, also, for most of the time were Mrs. Dracon and her daughter as they drove home a little later through the high-arched allees of the Bois. ‘They were stopping at the Bristol, would be moving on soon to one of the German spas, Wiesbaden most likely. And they were both willing to pretend that it was this approaching departure from Paris that kept them a little re- strained, a little blue. Finally Mrs. Dracon spoke. “Don’t you think you're a bit brutal with him, Beth? Young Germans have been known to kill themselves—" “Oh, he'll show up again,” sald Elizabeth, Paris was like a pond overstocked with goldfish—filled with the rich and idle from the four quarters of the world. Came the end of Grand Prix week, and it was as though some mighty hand had opened all the sluices of the pond. The goldfish scattered. The Dracons lingered longer in Paris than they had expected—a mat- ter of new gowns—and then floated on, with other goldfish, to the German resort. But still there was no sign of Prince Frederick von Hohenstaufen. It troubled them both a little secretly. He wasn't acting in accordance with form. Generally when an impover ished prince once fixes his attention on a daszling bait like Elisabeth Dra- con—handsome, educated, immeasur- ably rich in her own right—he be comes as a ravening pike. 8o they both thought. They were not without experience. But they said nothing about it. Not until one night. It was the night that followed a hideous day. From early morning they had been crowded with strangers whom they feared and distrusted in tiny, suffocating compartment of rallway §ege vggai § HU H iE Even more lugubrious was the deep- ening night. It had begun to rain. Then, finally, as though the wounded worm was completely exhausted, the train came to a halt and moved no more. There was another hour of stifiing misery, then once more the door was jerked open and there came the arder in the clipped, military Ger- man of Prussia: “All passengers get down!”™ It was almost panic as the shudder- ing civilians—men, women and chil- dren, Dutch, Belgian, French, English, American—tlambered out; but infor- mation somehow got about that here they were to remain until mobilization was complete, that there was a hotel in the neighborhood that was to be their temporary prison. “And what is the name of the Placing Both of Them. “It was simply a question of verao- ity between us,” sald the oldest in- babitant. “He said I was a liar, and I sald he was one.” “Humph!” re Joined the village postmaster. “That’s the first time I ever hear of either of you telling the truth.” Many Sources of Paper Supply. News print paper has been made the forest service laboratory from different woods, and & number com- favorably with standard spruce paper. 8lid Off With Them Into the Night. erick himself. Almost at the same in- stant he saw them, started toward them. “Ah, Mrs. Dracon; again! me to salute you.” He took the tips of her fingers, bent forward from the hips without flexing his knees. “Ah, Miss Elizabeth!"” He repeated the salute. But his ridiculously short hair was now con- cealed by a helmet which hadn't been displaced. “I regret,” he said, as he straight- ened up, “that you have been made to suffer. But while you are in Ho- henstaufen you will, at least, be my guests.” “We want to get to Belgium—to Lon- don,” sald Elisabeth, by now on the verge of tears. “We've lost our baggage—every- thing,” said Mrs. Dracon. They were speaking softly, as ci- villans and military passed and re- passed. The officers who had sur- rounded the prince had turned their backs, pretending not to notice. “I am master here,” said the prince quietly; “but not beyond the limits of the principality.” He turned to Eliza- beth. “Have you forgotten that I love you? “What then?” . “Marry me.” Elizabeth looked at him with un- flinching eyes. “You have us in your power—to compromise us, disgrace us, if you wish—" A chauge of expression prince's face made her pause. “I spoke to you once of shooting my- self,” he said; “but my life was not my own. I still have it—Gott sei dank—to give for my country. As my wife, or even as my flancee, you could have—" He made a gesture of de- spair. “Mrs. Dracon,” he resumed, “farewell. A military motor will be here in a few minutes, in charge of one of my orderlies, who will see that you and Miss Dracon are conducted in safety to the Belgian frontier. Eliza- beth, if I never see you again—" “Kiss me good-by,” she whispered in panic. A gray-painted motor, with two men in uniform on the front seat, slid oft with them into the night. Prince Fred- erick von Hohenstaufen had not been there to see them go; but every now and then, as they stopped at garrison towns and scattered posts where all was wakefulness and foverish activity, one of the men on the front seat showed a paper he carried, whereupon there would be a murmured “Recht!” and a salute. “What is on that paper? asked Elisabeth after one of these halts. The orderly looked surprised. “That the high-born young lady,” he said, “is the promised bride of his highness, Prince Frederick.” They came into a sleepy Belgian frontier post at dawn In an hour a train _would be carrying them to Dieppe, with London and New York, it seemed to them, thoroughly ex- Permit in the Elisabeth demanded the paper that bad brought them thus far in safety, and then, while her mother and the men who were there looked on, she wrote something on it with a borrowed pencil. | “Take this back to his highness,” she said, “with our love and grati- tode.” The orderly saluted. The gray car snorted and was off again on its return i1into Germany. Not until it was at a safe distance did the orderly dare look at what the fair American had written, At first he saw nothing, as the paper fluttered in his hand. He came to the words, “promised bride,” and then he saw. There had been written nere the one word “Recht!”—and this had been signed with the name of Elizabeth Dracon. Hibernation. All sleep is phenomenal, but the sleep which endures the winter through with some warm-blooded ani- mals which find themselves suddenly surrounded by frigid weather, and when all functions that make for the best of life are as if they had never been, is most curious. While it is mainly explicable it is none the less astonishing. Cynical Comment. Bvery man is as Heaven made him, and sometimes a great deal worse— Jervantes. Thousands of Acres of Our Land at the North End of Lake Okeechobee Are Now Ready for Cultivation These lands do not need draining ether than small ditches necessary on te Okeechobee on the new division of the Florida East Coast Railway wi journey Jacksonville. just what these lands are. Nete that Okeechobee is now oaly Investigate This Wonderful Country While You Can Have a Choice of Locations for Your Farm will find it celled for eral farming, livestock and poultry raising and for mdvqetlnbulel:e:omn trngle?-iondnu well as the finest citrus fruit. This town will grow at an nnu.mfi lou g:"o Chuluota and Fy o County especialiy #uapicu w swek raising, general farming and fruit growing. full particulars to rate during the next few years. We also have excellent zaisville—the former a fine lake section in Seminole County - ral farming, and the latter a fertile pine land country in Write J. E. INGRAHAM, Vice-President Land and lullulml Department, Florida East Coast lhilm Room 218 City Building Heart to Heart Talks By CHARLES N. L/JRIE I “IT COULDN'T BE DONE." Here's the ungrammatical but force ful motto of the Commercial club of Cimarron, Kan.: “The blamed fool didn't know It couldn't be done, so he went nhead and done it.” The motto or slogan would have | been nome the less strong If the word “blamed.” with its profane mnnm‘n- its proper form *“did.” But it's a good saying. anyway, It helps to prove that the American spirit which threw the railronds across the Rockies is not dead in other helm than those of the bullders of the Pan- | ama canal. “1t can't he done.” they told the projectors of the vailronds, “The Indians will wipe out your con-' struction crews hefore they can splke down a rail.” “It can't be done.” the engineers were informed when they talked about cutting through the isth- mus of Panama. “The earthquakes will shake your canal to pleces before you are halfway through.” The railroads carry one from coast to coast in four days now, and the first commercial vessels have passed through the canal. It could be done. There has been a great deal of cant written about that word “can’t.” In spite of the moralizers and the phi- losophers and the theorists there are some things beyond the capacity of individual man. He is wise who rec- ognizes that a certain plece of work is beyond his strength and does not waste himself in beating against a rock, but leaves it to be conquered by others. But not before he has essayed his powers. Like the “fool” in the Cimarron club’s slogan, be does not take the word of others for it. He makes the attempt. He goes at it. Perhaps it can be accomplished. He will have a try, anywa; calls great has been done in that way, after endless eXperimentation and trial and failure. Very few of the wonderful inventions of the present age, for example, are the result of sudden inspiration. The Kilt in History. The Scottish kilt, as an article e dress, dates back to historic times, and was originally, so far as can be figured out, merely a plaid blanket worn about the. shoulders with ome end gthered about the loins in cold weather. The mountaineers of the Balkans wear the kilt, and students say that the soldiers of the Assyrian kings wore a costume very closely akip te the kilt of Scotland. It Vanished. * “Now,” said the great magician, roll- ing up his sleeves to show that he haa no concealed mechanism to de celve the eye, “I shall attempt my never-failing experiment.” Taking from his pocket a five-dollar bill, he sald: “T shall cause this bill to dis- appear utterly.” So saying, he lent it to a friend. Ancient King a Terror. Mithridates, king of Pontius, is rare- 1y mentioned nowadays, but in the year 88 B. C. he was the terror of the world. 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