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ropractor SCARBOROUGH, in Attendance uilding Between Park cl HOURS- m. to0 8:00 p. m. ‘and Examination Phone 240 Black i Bennett. By ELLA RANDALL PEARCE. Miss Celia Bennett looked thought- fully after the receding form of her 1:30 to § p. m. | Iate caller; then a faint smile crept over her face and she nodded her Free, | bead slowly. “P'raps you're right, Phebe Tag- gart,” she reflected. “P'raps 1 am a selfish old woman, living here alone in this big, comfortable cottage, just my money when I might ahoarding Over Post|be doing good for some one. P'raps S to 12. a. m. and 3. |its my duty to adopt somebody—I S$p m and Ex-Faculty mem- don't know.” She sat down in a little low rocker Palmer School of |3nd meditatively eyed the big gray Consultation is free at office. MEWDENHALL G ENGINEERS 316 Drane Building Fla. nd Examinstions and Karthwork Specialists celas Bone, 278 Black. | 378 Biue, }AH B, WHEELER OPATH Door South of First lonal Bank Florida 7. R. GROOVER N AND SURGEON 4. Kentucky Buildins d, Florida W. B. MOON AN AND SURGEON ephone 350 1, 2 to 4, evenings Tt08 er Postoffice nd, Florida Jaw Office of . X. ERICKSON Edwin Spencer, J ERS & SPENCER torneys at Law, iryant Building ., H. HARNLY Stock anl General NEER Manager REALTY AUCTION CO. Lot dales a Speclalty Bldg., Lakeland, Florids [ELSEY BLANTON, ORNEY AT LAW in Munn Building nd Florida CIAN AND SURGEON 2-3, Skipper Building PRESTON, LAWYER tairy East of Court House TOW, FLA. of Titles and Reay & te Law & Specialty H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC | Dickson Building phone 402, Res. 312 Red and cat that approached her in dignified tashion S “What d'you say, Pickwick? Are we selfish—living alone together, you and I? You know it ain't just what Phebe Taggart says; but I've an ink- ling myself that this life is kinder aimless—and lonesome. There!™ Miss Benmett mused a while u‘ “It's too big a responsibility, bring- ing up children when you don't know how. Now, grown-up boys and girls —they’d just be running away and getting married and leaving me in a little while; and old folks'd be getting sick and leaving me, too, p'raps. . . 1 wish Oliver'd come back! Well, if 1I'm to adopt somebody, there's—or, there’s Phemie—Phemie Havens!” A soft flush mounted to her cheeks and her mild blue eyes sparkled. “I'll adopt Phemie—she's past the { marrylng age, and she’s right com- panionable, Phemie is. I'll go right over and see her while the spell's on.” Phemie Havens looked up in star- tled surprise when her visitor made known her errand. “Adopt me!” she faltered. “Why, Miss Bennett, I've no claim on you at all. Why should you think of such a thing ! “Because I want to do something for somebody; and you're a good girl, Phemie. You haven’t any near of kin, and you're working your eyes out and your back crooked over those little embroidered things that barely keep your soul and body together. You'll have a good home with me and Il give you an allowance. Of course, my property goes to Oliver—you under- stand that—but I've got enough and to i Her Worst Fears Were Realized. spare. nd I—I need you, Phemie. I'm awful lonesome.” Phemie's face had been settling in- to an expression of stern renunciation, but now it softened and dimpled into a wistful smile. “Are you sure you need me—that 1 can be of real service to you?” “Yes, I settled on you because I've know you so long and you've got such an even disposition. 1 wonder some good man didn't show his ap- preciation long ago; but 1 guess there’s no beaux around now to bother Pickwick and me, eh, Phemie?” A slight embarrassed flush warmed Phemie’s pale cheeks, but she shook her head carelessly. Miss Bennett pever guéssed what dreams had bloomed and faded within that quiet attention to drafting legs: | breas papers. e licenses and abstracts turaiched WATSON, K. D. P ace 351, Reaw 113 Red 7. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Bullding se in all courts. Homestead. jmg located and contested blished in July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST 14 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT r Hotel, Lakeland, Florida ICK? %3 eland Sanitariam Hanna HARDIN BLD t. “Now,” said the elder woman, brisk- ly, “I'Il drive over for you and your belongings Saturday. I've been wish- ing Oliver'd come back, but I dom't suppose he ever will. He's a rover, just like his great-uncle Jason. Good boy, though; writes me and sends things from all the places he goes to. You didn’t live here in Oliver's time, dld you? Must be nearly of an age. Well, he’s all I've got and I suppose hell marry and settle down in some heathenish, faraway country. Now, remember, Phemie—Saturday, in time for tea.” Saturday afternoon found Miss Eu- phemia Havens in a state of unusual agitation. It seemed to her that she was taking a very important step, and she had dire misgivings; but, partly to conceal her dublous concern and part- 1y in honor of the occasion—for it had been some time since she had even been invited out to tea—Phemie had put on her best gown of blue batiste and decorated her gray turban with a new pink rose. A white collar at her throat crossed with a little lace jabot. Miss Bennett had never seen her look- ing more animated and attractive. As the two women descended from the carriage and walked up the grav- eled path to the cottage, Pickwick came slowly to meet them; then, some Camel's Working Life. Camels are fit for serious work at five years, and their strength begins to decline at twenty-five years, al- though they live for thirty-five and forty years. el L | l Good Resolution of Miss Celia |’ “Hello, Aunt Celia!” boomed out a hearty voice. “Don’t you know me?” “Why—ee, it’s Oliver! Oh, Phemie, it's my nephew. This is Miss Havens, Oliver. = She—I've—" “I've come to stay awhile with Miss Bennett,” interposed Phemie, quietly, her cheeks deep-flushed and her eyes downcast. “And I've come to stay for good,” said Oliver Bennett, decisively. “Yes sir-ee! Going to quit my roving and settle down now. Aunt Celia, ain't you glad?™ Phemie sat alone in her room & few minutes later. Her worst fears were realized; she had indeed made a great mistake. Not only was she not need- ed now in Miss Bennett's home, but her presence would be undesirable. And, when the elder woman had told her story, what would this stranger think of her acceptance of his aunt's bounty? How might he misconstrue her motives? Well, she would bave to stay awhile and see what happened. What happened was that Oliver Bennett took complete possession of the little cottage and its gentle occu- pants. Never before had their lives been so full, so gay, 8o interesting. When they were not “faring forth on pleasure bent,” he was telling them vivid tales of the strange places and people he had seen and the wonders of his travels. Phemie thought it was the excite- ment of these stories of adventurs that made her heart beat faster when in the presence of this fascinating newcomer, At no time, however, could she overcome the feeling she had that he secretly resented her coming to the house. Sometimes she caught him looking at her in a way she could not under- stand. He seemed to be probing be- neath the surface of her social man- ners and questioning her inner helf. At such times she felt almost. guilty. The climax came on Saturday eve- ning, just three weeks after Phemie's arrival. She was coming in through the rear doorway when a bass voice drifted down the hall from the piazza where Miss Bennett and her nephew were sitting. “But, Aunt Celia, this talk of adop- tion is nonsense. You don't want her to stay here with you after all I've said! TI'll speak to her tonight, my- selt.” Poor Phemie grasped the railing with trembling fingers and the hot tears gushed to her eyes. The blow liad fallen—this was the end! Oliver Bennett himself had pronounced her sentence. Well, she would not wait for him to speak to her. She would eacape such humiliation. 3 Quickly her small trunk was packed and preparations made for a hasty de- parture. She wrote a brief note to Miss Bennett, and, fastening on her gray turban and cape, stole down the rear stairway again, out fato the shadows of the summer night. Tears blinded her so she could not see the obstacle in the path against which her flying feet carried her. A pair of stalwart arms caught her as she staggered from the impact. “Ginger! Running me down, eh?” cried a masculine voice. “What's your hurry? Why, Miss Havens, what's the matter? Wait, wait, little woman, you can’t run away from me like this. There’'s something in the wind, and I'm going to know about it.” “You can't,” sobbed Phemie, wildly struggling to escape. “Let me go— I'm going away. I knew I'd be misun- derstood! You—you don't have to ad- vise her not to adopt me. Oh, please, please let me go!"” Oliver Bennett's wits were working quickly. He drew the trembling fig- ure he held to a nearby seat and spoke soothingly, but firmly. “Miss Havens—Phemie Havens— listen to me. You didn’t hear all I said. I told my aunt she shouldn't keep you here because I—I wanted to adopt you myself! There, the cat's out of the bag. You're the finest lit- tle woman I've ever ‘seen, to my no- tion, and I'm going to marry you if you'll have me. I was walting for & chance 0 tell you, but, of course, if you want to run away—if you want to go—now—Phemie, you go right along and Il live here with Aunt Ce- lia and Pickwick.” He opened his arms wide, and Phe- mie—well, after an instant of dased silence, Phemie just gave a happy, fluttering, long-drawn sigh and set- tled back without a thought of the new pink rose on her turban. “j—1 guess I'll stay—Oliver!” (Copyright, 113, w.d Literary The Night of Gasoline. “Ask me to go to the theater any night in the week except gasoline night and I'll go,” said the man. “What night Is that?" the woman asked. “Saturday. Women get their gloves home from the cleaners on Baturday or else clean them themselves the last of the week, and the gasoline fumes haven't had time to evaporate. Half the women you meet in a crowd on Saturday night carry a gasoline odor about on their gloves. In a hot, stuffy place, that Is pretty bad. On Monday night gasoline still perfumes the air, but it is getiing faint and I can stand it, but not on Saturday.” Hated to Encourage It. “Can you direct me to the nearest | hotel?” asked the stranger. “Yes,” replied the old inbabitant, can, but I hate to do it” * “Why so?" “It's one of those new-fangled places where you've got to take a bath along i FROM A FAR GOUNTRY By ALLAN iINGLIS. 1 i (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) ! The prison gates closed behind Lar rimore. He was free. Nobody had come to meet him except the report- ers, but that caused Larrimgre no dis- tress. Of course Laura would not Ef H § : i 2 diEeqd E;E:’ i 3 gE‘ H e t to repeat his trick, bat ftily, in order to secure the funds to start things going again. Still, he was thinking, as he sat in the train, a lot of things which dis- tressed him; and yet he could not shake them out of his mind. He had gone to the metropolis twenty years before, a gawky farmer boy, to make his fortune. He had become wealthy in an incredibly short space of time, for Larrimore was quick to adapt . himself to the dubious ways of finance. | In ten years'he was married and had ' & house on the avenue. He had married the daughter of his employer. He had not loved Laura exactly, but she had thought he had. : After his marriage he seldom went | home. He made his old mother an adequate allowance, but he had not seen her for three years before he was sentenced. With his connections he could not afford to have it known that his mother was an filliterate old woman. Laura had never seen her; Larrimore had been ashamed to let her know. Still there had been trying episodes, which, as a man of the world, he had found difficult to explain to his wife. For instance, old Mrs. Larrimore's letters. The old woman had been growing lonely. She wanted to come to town and live with her son. Of course that was impossible, and he had told his mother 8o frankly. But Laura had seen one of the ill-spelled letters, and Larrimore had been ashamed. “You see, she never could learn to spell very well,” he explained to his wife. “We are of good family, but mother was always the dunce at school.” The look in his wife's eyes when he apologized for his mother had vague- ly annoyed Larrimore. After his conviction Laura had come to see him regularly each three months. Three months before his sen- tence expired she had told him that she thought it would be no use their living together. The house had been sold, and she was living then in a boarding-house. Larrimore had not answered her, because he meant to go to her as soon as he came out of prison and explain that he would be a rich man again within a year, and that he could provide her with every luxury. That would alter his wife's decision, he knew. Nevertheless, when he got out of the train he was dissatisfied with him- self. Something of consclence had begun to prick the thick skin of the man. When he called at the boarding- tABT BN Wit Radione away: & Tefter was handed to him, and -the door closed on him. Larrimore did not mind the closing of the door; he went into the park and read the letter. bouse. he discovered, Lo bis dlsmay, | “I am leaving you for ever, Henry,” his wife had written, “because I can- not live with you again. For years I have borne your callousness, but my eyes have been opened. You are the most selfish, worthless man that ever lived. I am going to the last place on earth where you will think of look- ing for me.” The letter was signed “Laura.” None of us is so bad but sooner or later the day comes when we see our- simply reading of this letter which shook down the palace of his colossal self- conceit. He sat for hours in the park, dazed with the hideous self-rev- elation. And, like the prodigal in the para- ble, except that the more loving par- ent remained alive to him, Larrimore said: “I will arise and go unto my mother.” The following morning he took the train out to the little village where his mother lived. And as he dismount- ed upon ‘the platform a great terror came over him that his pilgrimage was vain, and his mother dead. He hurried up the well-remembered street. He reached the little cottage. The place was occupied. He knocked. | An old woman with white hair came to the door and peered at him with her dimming eyes And Larrimore gasped out his repentance and fell upon the floor before her. ! “Mother, I am going to take care of you,” he said at length, rising. “We [ two will live here together, and—" The door opened softly, and Larri- more, looking up, saw Laura standing before him. One glance at him, one incredulous look, and the two children were kneeling in each other’s arms at the white-haired woman'’s feet. For sometimes in the game of life with your room, even if you only ex- : hearts are trumps after all. pect to stay three or four days.” Placing Both of Them. “It was simply a question of verac- ity between us,” said the oldest in- babitant. “He sald 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- print paper has been made service laboratory from @ifferent woods, and a number com- favoradbly with standard spruce Hibernation. All sleep is phenomenal, but the slesp 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 matuly explicable it is none the less astonishing. Cynical Comment. Bvery man is as Heaven made him, and nometimes a great deal worse— Jervantes. selves in the mirror of our souls. Lar- rimore said afterward that it was the corn, Okeecho Will yield big crops of besides raish these crops svailable, Rhodes, Para, Natal and other grasses mm.flwmhnmfodthmmfi bee : res for hay and pasture. With - o Thousands of Acres of Our Land at the North End of Lake Okeechobee Are Now Ready for Cultivation to Okeechobee on the new division of the Florida East Coast Railway journey Jacksonville, Investigate This Wonderful Country While You Can Have a Choice of Locations for Your Farm You will find it unexcelled for gen: : : : Florida as well as the finest citrus fruit. This town the next few years. We also have excellent land fine lake section in Seminole County sui kinds of vegetables common to will grow at an amasi lots ¢! 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Its Translation. “What do these fool novel writers mean by saying of the heroine that the subtle perfume of her breath brushed the hero's cheek?” “I guess it's cracking up the sweep- ing success of the brand of chewing gum she used.” The Wily Husband. Wife—! thought gou had more sense than to buy a cornet. You know the man next door worries us nearly to death with his. Husband—Calm yourself, my dear. That’s the one I bought.—Philadelphia Record. Changeful. “You never use slang?” “I dislike the mental effort,”*replied Miss Cayenne. “A picturesque bit of slang is all right while it lasts. But It goes out of tashion so quickly!” His Training. “I never saw a man like Jones. He is absolutely confider.t of tackling any job that comes along” “He told me once he was used to matching samples for his wite.” < Superabundance. “He speaks several languages flu- ently.” “Yes. But what's the use. He nev- er thinks of anything to say that’s worth translating.’ WHERE IS THIS GIRL? Nation-Wide Search For Vanishec Mary Bleuher. A nation-wide search for a seven teen-year-old girl who disappeareé from her home in Winsted, Conn., # year ago, centered in Clacago wher detectives were assigned to hunt the city for her. The missing girl it Miss Mary C. Bleuher, high schoo graduate and seminary student. It is not known whether she was kidnapped, lured from home or rar away to be married. The search for her at Chicago is being made at the request of her brother, F. E. Bleuher manager of a clock company. After Doing Murder Negro Kills Self Sumpter €. Harrison, superintend ent of the county workhouse al Pulaski, Tenn., was attacked with ar ax by Leavitt Gilhert, a negro con vict. He received a wound on the head from which he died. The ne- gro escaped, but finding himself pur- sued by officers and citizens ended his life. Happiness Ever by You. 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