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chiropractor 5 Q UGH, Lady In Attendance es Bullding Between Park gitorium. OFFICE HOURS. 30 a. M. 1:30 to § p. m. jon & jdence Phone 240 Black H D. VIA. ,xguf( Chiropsatic. Over Post Hours 8 to 12. a. m. and 2. 47 to 8 p. B hates and Ex-Faculty mem- 4 the Palmer School of atic. Consultation and nalysis free at office. & H D MEND; \SULTING ENGINEERS 212-216 Drane Building Fla. te Land Examinations and 1gns Karthwork Specialists, ce phone, 278 Black. hone, 278 Blue. SARAH B, WHEELER 0STEOPATE Avaex, Door South of Firm National Bank Lakeland, Florids )B. W. R. GROOVER SICIAN AND SURGEON and 4. Kentucky Buildins Lakeland, Florida DE. W. B. MOON YSICIAN AND SURGEON Telephone 350 9 t0 11, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida Law Office of A X %gson Bryant Afy‘x!f ERICKSON 7. C. WILLIAMS E. W. THOMSOR y, Depositions attended. ogers Edwin Spencer, Jv 20GERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Eryant Building land, Florids B. H. HARNLY tate, Live Stock and General AUCTIONEER Sales Manager NAL REALTY aUCTION CO. tion Lot Sales & Specialty mondo Bidg. Lakeland, Fla EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER ado Bldg., Lakeland, Florida KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW Ofice In Munn Building 2-3, Skipper Building Over Postoffice ........ j. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Upstairs East of Court House BARTOW, FLA. ination of Titles and Reas K¢ tate Law a Specialty FRANK H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Dickson Bui e phone 402. Res. 312 Red | attention to drafting legsi papers. riage licenses and abstracts turnished HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. kones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Floride J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Building Established in July, 1900 DR. W. 8, IRVIN DENTIST 14 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT pler Hotel, Lakeland, Florida T. M. BRYAN ARCHITECT Room 8 Elliston Building P. 0. Box 605 Lakeland. Florida ICK ? 8 dkeland Saaitarium (Copyright, 1915, by W. g, Chapman) 5 “I won't stand it an: y longer!” d"l:dl ;’lncent Brown llurmfiir i “Neither would 1, assenéd £flend and familiar, Tom Rogel:ll' ‘Three times and out s \ know?” “Yes,” glancing across a vacant vill; age bl : the hney;: street, “this ig tge tl:;cr: me she has been out driv v bty e driving with doesn't he, town!” 1 “She” was Nellie Duncan, the belle { of the place. “That fellow” was a sus- pected rival, a stranger, deed, was the third time he had taken Ml.ss Duncan for an afternoon spin. "Who is he?” inquired Tom, “I hear his name s Ralston. He is hiring the best rig in & civil engineer or something of that | i8ort, and has some interest in the 1 building of that big dam down the riv- 1 er. He can't be very busy, to come up here each day and spend two or three hours with Nellie.” “Well, you said you weren't 3 going to stand it any longer,” observed 'l‘om!l.lt- €r a pause. “And I'm not!” vocif e erated Vincent,] “What's that man goggling at?” firing up. “What you going to do about it, ¢ T may inquire?” “Get even with Nellie. She's efther trying me out, or warts to make me | Jealous.” “Why don’t you ask her which?” propounded Tom bluntly. “I don’t have a chance. You see, it was at a picnic we got engaged. Her mother is a contrary, irrational piece of goods. Just as likely as not, Nellie told me, if she saw me atten- tive to her daughter she'd put the % fil A Last Glance Showed Nellie Still Staring. clamps straight on, so Nellie advised that we keep our affair a secret until her father got back. She can coax him into anything, see?” “I do see,” responded Tom, “but I also see this fellow Ralston cutting the ground out from under your feet. You've got to have an explanation, or do something.” “I'm going to” asserted Vincent stanchly. “What?” 5 “I'm going to make Nellie jealous.’ “How?" “By letting her see me with some girl driving around, just as she does. You know that double seated motor- cycle of mine? Well, for an evening or two Miss Nellle is going to see me go whizzing past her house with a well-dressed veiled lady seated behind he machine.” m?'v(}:y!, say!” brightened up Tom, “that harum-scarum sister of mine ou out in that.” w""]():?]?ieynr, no!” demurred Vincent in a way as if he was frightened. «Why not? She's engaged to an- other fellow. She won't try to lure you away from this devoted flame of " by | don’t want to burn all my bridges behind me,” declared Vincent vague- ly. “In fact, I—that fs—1 hnven. t much heart in getting close to u:" other girl than Nellie, so I—well, I'vi eme.” = ‘o“‘l;l;’v:?d:l'hen why don’t you tell l!;d challenged Tom, but Vincent w%u'n. say no more. They parted, and ol cent went gloomily on his way, me tating deeply. About the mlddl; of went to the & Z:!::n:rhere he kept his momrcy:le.. Another friend of his, the sonhl:“ Jocal merchant, was waiting for . «“Got it?” inquired Vincent eage! y.! “The whole outfit,” was the promp t the afternood hed behind his reply. “will it work?” “Like a charm! Th’e spe~ker proceeded to open & —————— Camel's Working Life. Cam| X 8t els are it for gerious wor five years, and their strength begin® to decline st twenty-five years, : though they live for thirty-ive an Mes Vary Cemversation. 1* & mistake for men 1w imagine @ are always talking about their - Sometimes they are talking thelr hatg, liable to attac rpos' tles it ::mse::ebo:nd linseed ofl are eff repellents against hese insects. muttered Vincent gloomily, | large box. He produced a fie dressmaker's model. It was made of Papler mache, but as he proceeded to 8X up the bald head with glossy ring: lets and adapt a hat, dress and wrap. the dummy figure assumed form, grace and elegance. | ..'Now then, Vincent,” he oblerved.l all you've got to do is to strap that | ::x:el lnt: the hind seat of your ma- | e, pul —{isn’t nntuml!."" & vell on it and—isn't ltl For a fact it was, as the two schem- | €rs perfected their plan—to all seem- ing a charming, up-to-date young lady occupied the rear seat of the motor- cycle. It had cost Vincent something to help out his precious scheme, but he did not mind that. Just as the sun went down and twilight came on he drove out of the shed. The figure was ! well strapped on, the gloved hands | Tested quite naturally on the handles the limit, you | | in front of it. ! Vincent drove on until he came into ! the street where Nellle's home was He thinks he's some, | | Nellie spring to her feet. ')ythcl’onltle located. As he neared it he gave his | signal horn a blast. Nellie was on the | porch. Vincent pretended not to ob-| serve her, but a sidelong glance ad- | vised him that she had recognized the ' ) ignal of the machine and he saw her | stare fixedly. A brisk breeze was blowing. Vin- and this, in- | cent put on power. As he circled di- rectly in front of the house, he saw Her eyes . seemed glued upon his “young lady” companion. “It works!” chuckled Vincent rapt- ly. “Aha, Miss Nellle! who is the Jealous party now?” ! A last glance sideways showed Nol-! e still staring. She had descended two steps of the porch and was en- wrapt in attention to the disappear ing machine. “Devoured with curiosity as to my new fair charmer!” gloated Vincent. A pedestrian, was indeed, “gog- gling.” He had halted. He was star ing at the machine. Then he slapped his thigh and burst out into a peal uf| unrestrained laughter. Then, farther on, two women likewise paused. They stared, they giggled. Vincent shot a backward glance at the rear seat of the motorcycle. He shivered—ap- palled! A frightfully depressing discovery was his. The wind had blown the veil oft the model. Then the hat—and the wig! The bare poll loomed up, unique and grotesque. One of the jointed arms swung loosely, wobbling. No wonder that observers glared at this monstrous travesty on humanity! A whirl of the machine sent the model sideways. By this time a gib- ing mob of boys were in pursuit. Hoots and yells of laughter filled the air. With a groan Vincent dove down a side alley, gained the home shed, and prepared to leave town that night to escape the jeers of his fellow towns- men. He returned in a week, but kept shady, as the saying goes. The next afternoon, despairingly promenading in the woods near the town, he was suddenly confronted at a side path by Nellie and a girl friend. The latter was full of mischief and she hailed him. “This way, sir!” she ordered with pretty peremptoriness, “Miss Duncan wishes an explanation of your erratic adventures with that young lady who went to pleces.” Vincent flushed and trembled and stammered. Nellie was calm and smil- ing. There was a knowing expression in her bright eyes which Vincent re- sented. “I guess you know what I was try- 1ng to get at” he floundered. “I would have had a real girl on that machine 1f—if 1 aidn't think so much of—that 1—" “But what had Nellle done to be the subject of such a peculiar experi- ment?” challenged Nellie’s compan- fon. “] guess Mr. Ralston can tell!” mut- tered Vincent. “You mean my married cousia?” spoke Nellle innocently. “Your married cousin!” “Surely.” Vincent drew a step nearer to his flancee. “Is your father home yet, Nellle?” he inquired meaningly. “Yes, Vincent,” she replied demure- 1y, and lowered her eyes. “Then, unless you think I've beem the biggest dolt in the world, I'd like to call on him.” “Do, Vincent!” whispered Nellle, taking his arm and looking lovingly up into his face. Deadly Evidence. A Louisville business man was rum- maging through his pockets. He turned to his wife with, “You never put anything where it belongs.” “Why are you scolding me now?” asked the wife, mystified. “What have 1 done that's wrong?” “Well, you see,” he replied, coolly, “on several occasions T have found my knife and my keys in my right hip pocket: why don’t you learn that I wear them on the left side?” And his wife has wondered ever since jurt how much he knows.—Lou- {sville Times. Woman Printers of Early Days. Several colonial newspapers were published by women. Benjamin Frank- | lin's sister-inlaw, at Newport, printed for the colony, supplied blanks for the public offices, published pamphlets, and in 1745 printed for the government an edition of the laws, contalning 340 folio pages. Margaret Draper of Massachusetts printed for the government and coun- cil. In South Carolina & woman was appointed printer to the state after the close of the Revolutionary war. Many News print and a number com- t woods, N standard spruce pare favorably with pulp paper. | reached her door. she sobbed, “I know why you did this | By HAROLD CARTER. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Jean Rae was ni'n over the proposition that Tom Varcoe had put to her on her way down to Cannon’s in the subway. She had two dozen girls under her. She was considered an eminently re- spectable young woman. She had been in Cannon’s department store for nine years. She had known Tom Varcoe for two years. He had a position at $35 in the buyers’ department, and looked for- ward with confidence to getting the assistant buyer's position, soon to be vacant, at fitty. His wife was in the asylum, an almost hopeless imbecile. And Tom, who was Jean's best friend, whose loyalty to her had never fal- tered, had asked her to accept his protection through life without the impossible ceremony. “You see, Jean, dear,” he had said the night before, “it s the law of the state that is to blame. You will be just the same as my wife to me for- ever. And I'll take you to Europe when 1 get the position, and we can live elegantly. You know me well enough to trust me, Jean.” She had promised to think it over and give him his answer later. Tom was, indeed, the sort of man of whom any woman might be proud. Not all men in Cannon’s were like that. There was Dodsleigh, for in- stance, the floorwalker of the perfum- | ery department, whom Jean had warned away often enough when she saw him ogling some of her newcom- ers. Dodsleigh was a married man, and the type known as a “good fel- low.” He was the type that would ap- peal, in its cheap flashiness, to a girl like little Maggie Pryce, for instance. Maggie had been in the department store four weeks, and her little empty head was swimming with romance. Her knowledge of life was at the zero point. It was only the day before that Jean had seen Maggie talking eagerly to Dodsleigh during her luncheon time. She had taken the opportunity to speak a few words to her seriously afterward. “T guess I know what I'm about,” an- swered Maggie pertly, with a toss of the head. She passed the day at the store as though in- a dream. When closing time arrived she had still failed to come to any conclusion. She loved Tom. All her impulses were to go to him. And yet— She walked homeward, considering. “Why not?” she asked herself defi- antly. And suddenly she saw, reflected in a mirror at the entrance to one of the flashier, but less fashionable restau- rants, the faces of Dodsleigh and little Maggie Pryce. The girl's face was flushed, there was wine upon the table, and Maggie was leaning with both elbows on the table and listening to Dodsleigh’s words. Suddenly she walked straight into the restaurant and up to the little ta- ble at which they sat. She hardly knew that she was going there; some power seemed to have taken posses- sion of her and to be leading her against her will. She saw Maggie start violently, and Dodsieigh look up with an ugly sneer. “8it down, Miss Rae. The more the merrier, you know,” he sald with & srin. “Maggle, I want you to come with said Jean. “Jealous, eh, Miss Rae?” asked Dods- leigh. “Say! Some day Il take you out, if you're real nice to me, maybe.” “Maggie, do you know that this man has a wife and children?” asked Jean. Maggie was looking up at her unde- cidedly. Her weak little will was eas- ily overcome; just now she was more in terror at having beem discovered than at anything else. “Come, Maggie, dear,” sald Jean. She took the girl by the arm. Mag- gie began crying convulsively. “See here!—" began Dodsleigh. “I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Dods- leigh,” answered Jean. “Maggle, dear!” She led her through the restaurant, among the staring faces. Dodsleigh followed them, and then, at the en- trance, seeing that he had falled, turned away with a curse. Jean called a taxicab and put Mag- gle inside. She followed. “I'm going to take you home, dcar,” she said. “And that man won't trouble you again, after I've spoken to Mr. Can- non. I don’t think he’ll show up at the store any more.” Maggle was crying when the cab “Oh, Miss Jean,” for me. But I ain’t worth it. You see, i I'd ever had a real home, if I'd had you to take care of me—" “You're’ going to in future, Maggie,” answered Jean, kissing her good-night. “But why did you do this for me, Miss Jean?” “l don't know,” thoughtfully. And she did not know. That was what she wrote to Tom that night. “Tom, dear, I'll wait until you are free, and maybe, if what the doctor said is true, it won't be many years. But I can’t come to you mow—and don't ask me why, because I don’t know myself.” answered Jean Optimistio Thought. One should always pull gently st @ 1 ?E 2 Teite “‘rifigl “SOMETHING TANGIBLE" By MAY BENNETT EARLE. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “Something tangible!” pronounced Richard Thorpe, with a self satisfled smack of his fat sensual lips and a gloating glance around the establish- ment of which he was proprietor. “Something tangible, young man,” he repeated unctuously—“property, the visible evidence of things ma- terial. That's my motto and business precept. Something I cah weigh and sell. You come to me with an airy fairy story. Where's evidence, sir, the doc-u-mentary evidence?” His visitor looked embarrassed, con- fused and disappointed all at the same time. He was a little handsome , young fellow, with a clear ingenuous face well burned by a, tropical sun. “8ir,” he said, arising to his feet, “I come to you in good faith from Mr. | Travis in far away Ceylon. He was my employer, my true friend until he died. He was your faithiul repre- sentative there, as you know. When the fire came that swept away your entire establishment in Ceylon, in try- ing to save your property he sustained a fall from the effects of which he | died. Before his last moments ar-, rived he called me to his bedside and gave me the message I have just de- livered.” “The fantasy of a disordered brain!” remarked Thorpe. “l cannot think that”” responded Vernon Davis. “Mr. Travis was too true to deceive and his mind was per- fectly clear. All his thoughts were of his orphan daughter. He told me to see you and recall to your attention the fact that when he went to Ceylon he was to be considered a one-fourth partner in that branch of your busi- ness, providled he made it succeed. He did succeed. He waited for you to make some recognition of the fact. He had a written agreemen. that cov- ered the subject.” “Produce it,” suggested Thorpe. “It was destroyed in the fire.” “Have you proofs of any?” “Only moral evidence. Sir, I am going to appeal to you in a new way. The last anxious thought of Mr. Travis was concerning his daughter, Bertha. The disaster of the fire makes her penniless. She is left, a young girl at school, without a dollar or relative in the world.” “She cannot expect any assistance from me,” declared the hard-hearted merchant. “I don’t deal in sentiment. 1 want something tangible in my deal- ings, sir. Good day.” Within the next few hours Vernon located Bertha at the school where she had been placed by her father. He was surprised, pleased at the way in which the brave little soul took her rudely announced poverty. He was attracted, nay, more, fascinated | by her pure, gentle spirit. He had | lost in the effort to secure to Bertha her-rights. He had gained, new and fervent, that which was far more prized than fortune—Ilove. “I shall leave the school at once,” decided Bertha, in her resolute, wom- anly way. Orphans both, struggling each for a living, the pleasantest hours of his life came to Vernon Davis during the ensuing few months, Bertha found congenial work in an office. Vernon refused a position with Thorpe and secured employment as a traveling salesman. One evening Bertha met him at the door of the house where she was liv- ing with more than ordinary eager- ness and excitement, “A strange thing has happened,” she sald. “A man, a stranger I think from Ceylon, called here an hour ago. He had been looking for you at your boarding house and they must have directed him here. He is a tall thin man and spoke our language broken- ly. He looked as though he had been through a long period of illness or hardship. He was so anxious to mecet you and 1 so pitied his wearied for- lorn condition, that I asked him iu, knowing you would be here later.” Vernon Davis closed the door and advanced towards the half recumbent figure. He touched the arm of the sleeper. The latter aroused. He stared for a moment confusedly at his dis- turber. Then with gladsome eyes he sprang to his feet. “Master, young master!” he cried in a thrilling tome, “you thought me dead—or false? It is neither Ah! were my kind old friend, Mr. Travis, here to learn the glad news I bear!” What the strange visitor had to tell took over am hour. Both left the bouse, but not until Vernon had ex- plained to Bertha that the man was an old employee of her father in Cey- lon, who had sought him out with a message from that far away country. The next day Vernon and the Cey- lonese appeared at the office of the merchant. “Mr. Thorpe,” spoke Vernom, “here is a former employee of Mr. Travis, who also believes that there was some partnership agreement between you.” “S80?" snaried Thorpe, “well, [ ab- solutely deny it.” “Then,” observed Vernon, “let me advise you that Mr. Travis staked this man on a venture that has turned out very richly. 1 presume he is able to return from the investment some- thing like a hundred thousand dol- “Huh!"” ejaculated Thorpe. “Yes,” and Vernon drew from his pocket & chamois bag. “Something tangible, Mr. Thorpe,” he proclaimed ! —“diamonds!" —— | Valuable Soet. When the chimneys of the fuint ot Berlin are cleaned about thousand dollars worth of gold is tak- oa from the soot. 'amous Connaught Rangers. *Connaught rangers were erig: led the “Devil's Own" be- of thelr rsscality, but their su- in the Peninsular war term from ome of re- to one of honor. At Fuentes oro and at Badajos they lu(h(l fury. 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