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IRVIN DENTIST 14 and 15 Kentucky Building ARCHITECT Room § Elliston Building P. 0. Box 605 Lakeland, Florida ICK ? §8 keland Sanitariam b. lanna HARDIN BLD | o "mes Vary Conversation. ! nistake for men \v imagine . “‘qll'm talking about their Somett - talking their mm- . e { been cleareq STRANGER N DISTRESs V_lidow Sample’s Patient Proved to Be a Frieng Indeed. By CLYDE JOHNSON, The breakfast dishes had not yet . away, and ?”l&owhSan:lnle gat on the baz':tpo::: T hands clasped ov, :.nc:: nsn: a thoughtful Iooke:.m ;:: 3 € Was a woman pas and owned and ran her l?nl; (f:':my‘ A matter hag been bothering hel: for a long, long time, and she was try';‘l:g to find a way out. ree years before, when ner Gates, widower, had me:j:fll:h-:: accident to his wagon while driving to the village, and haa called at her house to borrow tools to make repairs, she had thought well of him and be. Heved he had of her. A week later he had come back to see if she had any hay to sell, and she smiled and blushed as she realized that it was a mere excuse. She knew that he had tons and tons of it in his barns, | The third time Uncle Abner called he brought some Paris green to kill' Off ‘tater bugs. He did more. He went out to the patch and sprinkled | the stuft over a hundred hills, and when the widow chided him for belng | so. neighborly he replied: | “Pooh! Pooh! Hain't we bee ! into this world to help each o?h::‘g I've allus thought a widder ‘woman had a mighty hard time of it.” { “Yes,” with a sigh. '} “Their barns are allus I | e beln’ struck | “Yes.” ‘ “Tin peddlers cheat 'em.” | “They do.” ! “And them sewing-machine fellers' ' tuck on the price.” “Yes.” “Yes, sir, a widder woman has a! mighty hard time of It, and 1 don't| care who hears me say That 15—" | There followed a pause long enough to have enabled the calf to run six| times around the hog-pen, and then | Uncle Abner finished “Unless she marries agin " The widow reached out for a holly hock blossom and slowly picked the | 80, “| Will Stagger on Till | Perish.” pink and white leaves apart ‘nd‘l made no reply for a time. Then she softly said: “And widowers don't have good times, either.” “Not by a darned sight!” “They must egee many hours.” “You bet!” | “There must be a wife or there can | be no home.” “You are right!” Now the logical conclusion to such a conversation as the above 18 vlnlrg to a blind man. The ground had been plowed and harrowed and dragged ready for the crop. Thei Widow Sample had a perfect rlght‘ to look for the logical result, but it didn't come. Uncle Abner had lhe‘ same right, but just at the r‘rlll(‘al‘ moment he went to pieces like an old\ barrel being rolled down hill Tuo; minutes later he was in his wagon driving off and sayinz to himself: “Abner Gates ) are a dumb n]d' fraud and orter frost P““ en turnips for a ¥¢ ‘x;;u want the Widder Sample and tc‘ Widder Sample wants you, but you hain’t got the grit of & groundhog to ask for her!™ ! Uncle Abner came back again and | again. He always led the conver- sation around to unhappy widows undE how they might And bappiness by an-| other marriage, mlad n this he was ore or les :::hl'f:a;: and ever he lost his cour-, age at the critical moment and drcvefE away calling himself all kinds O | hard names. ‘Women should have I the new order of things to heart and hand of the man e They should not be kept ds el the Widow Sample was x R tainty of whether she was 19 Ic or‘ Mrs. Gates or Mre somebody else, ] to go on being Mrs. Sample to the ehn]el of her days, was & very dismenh"‘ situation. Today nl_ae was on At back porch pondering this x[u il when she should have boj_-n: Kkitchen &i7" i e ————— Working Life. t for serious work at their strength begins ty-five years, "m;or thirty-ive and such ionely | right widder—dead | fed cense under | ask for the | they love. Cami Camels are 8 five years, and to decline at though they live 'wood socalled pow- rpos! ound that | beetles ::rose;e and linseed oll are effective® repellents agalost these insects. 1al 1 e Mnucndnfhufmhmll-flo came to her face and she heaved a :‘I:I: :l !r:llat. The Widow Sample had e iy been Sedking dea she had long Uncle Abner Gates was at the stone in the barn putting an efl::hot a scythe when a tramp came along and asked for food and work. He was filled up and sent to a fleld, and half an hour later he was hoofing the highway again. The fellow had a squint eye and a twisted nose and could have been picked out from among a thousand Weary Willles he.x:ded into a ten-acre lot. By heck, but I've been fooled agin!” :::ll:med Uncle Abner, as he found ram, one, “| i, hl; _g“ It ever I come chance in a thousand. The Widow Sample had a kind heart for tramps. She always im- agined them victims of misfortune, and they were handed out food Whether they offered to pay for it in Wwork or not. In due time the tramp with the squint eye and the- twisted nose reached her hospitable farm- house. The time meant the day after he had buncoed Uncle Abner Gates. The fellow had just been chased away from the farm below by a bulldog, and was out of breath and looking pale. Before he could re- mark that he hadn’t had anything to eat for three days, the widow took one good look at him and threw up her hands with the exclamation: “Why, man, you are sick and orter be under the doctor’s care.” Willie got his cue like a streak of greased lightning, and replied in pa- thetic tones: “Put who cares it I am sick and likely to die?" “I do. T haven't turned stone yet.” “But T will stageer on 'till T per fnto a cf my death!” “You'll stagger right into the house and be cared for like a human be- ing*” Willie took a sharp look at her. i Never in all his tramp life had he come across such a snap. He couldn’t believe her in earnest; but she hus- tled him in and made him sage tea and chicken broth and put horse rad- dish draughts at his feet. In an hour [ he claimed to have been drawn back from death, and announced his readi- ness to eat his full share of the bofiled dinner cooking on the stove. He was held in bed, however. The Widow Sample had a hunch that Uncle Ab- | ner would be along next day and that | 1f he found a patient there something would happen. At 11 o'clock next morning, after a breakfast of tea and tost, and after more draughts, and after a dose of horse medicine, administered by the hired man, the tramp was planning { to leave the house by way of the window when the widower appeared. He was at once informed that a poor man, who had evidently seen better | days, and who was most grateful for what had been done for him, and who might turn out the nicest kind of a man, was a patient in the parlor bedroom. “Oh, 1 see—I see,” replied Uncle Abner, as a strange feeling suddenly gripped him and was reflected in his face. “These little romances sometimes turn out very queer,” observed the widow. “Year “The stranger in distress some- | times turns out to be s rich man's s0n." “Yes, he does.” “And there is a happy marriage and plenty of money.” “Just #0.” “Of course, there may be nothing in it but—" “Oh, yes, there is!” And Uncle Abnmer looked into the | bedroom just as the tramp with the squint and the twisted nose sat up i» bed. There was an exclamation of gutisfaction, followed by a yell of | alarm and excited queries, and when the dust kicked up by the patient’s feet flying up the highway had set tled down, Uncle Agner mopped his brow and explained: “I was just gittin’ ready to say | that we'd be married tomorrow and start on a bridal tour next day!" (Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary Press.) Japan's Royal Oxen. The black oxen employed to draw the funeral car of the late Mikado are of a select genius which for centuries has been employed solely for the use of the Japanese imperial family. No other race of draught animals can show such a record of exclusiveness | The cream-colored horses reserved for our own royal family run them close, but some of these had once to wear the yoke of a foreign ruler. When Napoleon occupled Hanover he scized all the eream-colored horses in the royal stables and took them to Paris. The state carriage at his coronation was drawn by eight of these animals, which the Parisians called “les che aux cafe au lait” Their employ ent on this occasion so irritated George 111, that he gave up using the Penalties for Pedestriana. The Vienna police, being of the opinion that pedestrians are chiefly 10 blame for street accideats, have sued a potice to the effect that & destrian, it he wishes to cross the road, must do 8o in a direct line, ing the shortest path. Persons -alking along the street leagth and thus endangering their own But there wasn't one The world will be glad to hear| AVIS LENDS A HAND " Accompaniment Changed From 3 One Flat to Two BY DOROTHY DOUGLAS. Avis curled herself into the big chair by the fire. Contentment brooded over her soul. There was no jarring note, not even the coppery-red of the girl's head, to mar a sense of complete peace. She selected a bon bon from the silver basket at her side and nib- bled it while she turned the pages of her magazine. A little smile of pleased surprise crossed her face. She had found a story by one of her favorite authors. Settling herself more ocomfortably and propping her dainty slipperclad feet on a foot-stool, Avis began her story. Suddenly, and without a moment's warning, some one in the next house struck a tremendous chord on the plano. Avis, with ears keenly alert to anything musical, found herself listen- ing. After a short prelude on the piano, the person in the next house began to sing. The person was & man. Avis sat for ten or more minutes trylng to concentrate on her story, but always the man’s voice swept her mentality along with it. In her brain she was singing each of those notes upon which he was practicing. Up and down the scales she went, reaching even the upper register, and descending with equal ease. As the spectators at a race are keyed to the pitch of spurring the horses, as if they, too, were on the back of those speeding animals and were participating in the race, so Avis felt in regard to the voice next door. She, herself, could not sing, yet when the man stopped for a moment from his scales and vocal exercises she sank back quite exhausted with her efforts. The harmony and peace of her hour was completely gone. She could no more follow the trend of her story Emphasized E Fiat to the Best of Her Abliity, when anything musical was within hearing than she ocould have sung oun the concert stage. So Avis gave up even the pretense of reading and listened to the man’s singing. After & few moments more of scales he began on a song. To the girl listening the song was as familiar as her own name, but to the man it was evidently new. He was learning it. Avis followed each note and realized that the man was not a good reader. His piano work was wretthed. When the accom- paniment changed from one flat to two he was divinely unconscious of the fact and continued to sing and play the E natural. Avis squirmed In her big chair each time he sang that note. Over and over again he made the same mis- take until the girl felt that she must either correct him or rush from the house and out of earshot. “What a shame that he is learning it wrong,” she commented to herself. “It is so dificult afterward to get the proper note and Le is grinding it in so hard.” Suddenly Avis had an inspiration. She rushed to her own grand piano and put on the loud pedal. After that she played over and over again with all the strength in her fingers the passage in which the man had made a mistake. She emphasized the E flat to the best of her ability, lingering on it until the rhythm of the song was lost in the prolongation of that one note. When she stopped & moment to listen Avis smiled. “Evidestly he is s by the widow, |others of the breed stabled in London. | not dense,” she decided as she left |thc plano stool and returned to her | chalr. She laughed ontright. ‘The man in the mext house had ta- ken her correction amnd after run- ning through the passage with the E flat he played a line from Noel John- H ’s “I Need Thee So0.” vis smfled at the man's audacity. 'ou certainly do need me,” she half aloud. “And I would love to sccompany him,” she added to the man sang a few well-chosen songs. Avis was thrown back into her 'oonuntmem as she listened to his rich voice, and yet when he stopped she was lonesome. The brooding quiet of the room no longer satisfled her. The stillness seemed to rob her of that . unknown presence—the man whose voice had enriched the passing moment. As the days wore on Avis was haunted by a desire to know the man in the next house. Her every waking | thought was of him. “I certainly must be losing my sane mind,” she smiled as she found herself becoming a prisoner to ideals regarding him. “He is no doubt undersized, and perhaps has a mole on his chin or nose. Little men al- ways have big voices,” she argued with her intuitions, which had hinted at a big, broad, flaxen-haired man with gray eyes. And when, in the course of events | Avis met a big, broad, flaxen-haired man with deep gray eyes that gased admifingly into her own, she had not the slightest idea that he was her next-door neighbor. The mutual friend who had intro- duced them left them together. It had seemed to the friend that Avis Miller and Hugh Wentworth were noticeably delighted to meet each other. Her company was in no way necessary to their happiness and she left them together with a smile Inl her heart. Hugh Wentworth glanced down at the dainty fragment from the feminine world that it had been his pleasure to meet. Avis glanced up at the big glant whom her good fortune had guided across her path. Then, the imp of admiration flaunted itself boldly in the man's eyes, but in the girl's it was swiftly hidden. Heavy lashes came to the rescue. | ‘When she looked up again he was still gazing at her. Despite her ef-l forts the color flamed into her! cheeks. i “What s 1t?” she asked with a catch in her breath. The flaxen-haired man shook his head whimsically. *“I don’t know,” he said, “I just seem to - be happy— that's all. He turned and meas- ured his step to hers, “I' will walk home with you, it you will let me.” Avis was silent, but her silence ‘was golden to Hugh Wentworth. “This happens to be my direction also,” he sald by way of breaking the more or less disturbing moment. “Is 1t?” Avis smiled, then laughed outright. “You surely must think I | am vold of gray matter,” she sald with an odd expression creeping into her eyes. “But I don't know what is the matter with me. I feel exactly as if the world were suspended in mid air and we were waiting for it to continue on its way” Avis laughed a little nervous laugh and glanced up at him as if in apology for her vagaries. Wentworth assumed a bantering ' tone, but his gray eyes were shining ' with & new light. “The world will take up its revolutions—now that |you and I b met,”. he said. “I understand the world has & way of banging in mid air on certain occa- | sions. I have never before realised 1t,” he added. 1 “This 18 where I live,” Avis put in hurriedly with quickly beating heart. Wentworth glanced up. He had been unconscious of direction or, in fact, of anything save Avis. “And there,” he sald, indicating the house next door, “is where I live.” The blushes flamed deflantly now in the cheeks of Avis. They were no longer ashamed but gloried in their right to dance at the coming of Hugh Wentworth. “Then you—sing?” she questioned bappily. “1 try,” he told her. “You sing beautifully,” she sald with sweetly serious eyes, “but you need an accompanist.” Hugh looked long and earnestly in- to the eyes that did not hide them- selves from him, and he tried to ac- oept rationally the great thing that had come with startling suddenness into his life. He only succeeded in singing softly: “I need thee so0.” (Copyright, 1912, by Assoclated Literary Press.) Triumphant Philosophy. “And you mean to tell me,” drawled the disciple, “that there is some good in every misfortune?” The Arkansas philosopher made a futlle swipe at an eagle-like mosquito before he answered. “I suttenly do say that.” “Then what good is there in that mosquito’s biting you?” The philosopher scratched the bite in question and a far away look came into his eeys. “Didn't you ever notice,” he asked, | “that there are few sensations in the world as sublime as that of scratch- ing where a mosquito has bitten you?” | Whereat the disciple marveled | greatly and went on his way. Doctor’s Grewsome Fee. Representatives of an American | doctor recently claimed the head from a corpse. The dead man promised his head twenty-five years previously as payment for the doctor’s services in | saving his life. The man was shot in the eye. The doctor performed a haz- ardous operation, and discovered that the wounded man was able to dis charge and that of others, will be reprimand- | herself. “It seems positively wicked |in his brain. The man said he could ed by the police, and in the case of | that he should have to etrugsgle | mot pay the doctor, but offered to will their not complylng with such diree- | along that way when I could help|the physician his head. The doctor tions will from 18 64 to £8.—Dundee Ad- the first time I . you telling the truth. PRS- Many Seurees of Paper Supply. News print paper has been made by the forest service laboratory from 94 @ifferent woods, and & number com- pare favorably with standard spruce pulp paper. conventions.” Avis sighed. After that a3 {# tn make up for f ? ; B be subject to fines vary- | him so much. 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