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The Professions Chiropractor 1. Q. SCARBOROUGH, Lady In A ce hyches Building Between Park ‘udnorlum. FFICE HOURS. 11:30 &. M. 1:30 to 5 p. m. 7:00 to 8:00 p. m.. Jtation and Examination Free. Residence Phone 240 Black w. L. HEATH, D. C. HUGH D. VIA. D. C. ctors of Chiropsatie. Over Post , Hours 8 to 12. a. m. and 3. and 7 to 8 P. M. sduates and Ex-Faculty mem- of the Palmer School of pratic. Consultation and a) analysie free at office. . MENDENHALL cg}::ugfigo ENGINEERS site 212-215 Drane Bullding Fla. opate Land Examinations an¢ | Designe marthwork Speciallsts, ace phone, 278 Black. phone, 278 Biue. DR. SARAH B, WHEELER OSTEOPATE Apnex. Door South of Firm National Bank Lakeland, Floride n DR. W. R. GROOVER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON ms 5 and 4. Kentucky Buildins Lakeland, Florida DR. W. B. MOON PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Telephone 350 ndtol1l, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida Law Office of A. X. ERICKSON D. Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jr. R0GERS & SPENCER Attorneys &t Law, Bryant Bullding Florida eland, B. H. HARNLY Live Stock aal Mm'mcl’nmn Sales & 3 TIONAL REALTY AUCTION CO. Auction Lot dales a Specialty [Raymondo Bidg. Lakeland, Fla EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER o Bldg., Lakeland, Flerids KELSEY m& ATTORNEY AT LA Ofice in Munan Bullding W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Upmudww TOW, FLA. ination of Tities and Ress &v tate Law a Specialty FRANK H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Dickson Building PRice phone 402. Res. 312 Red al attention to drafting legal papers. arriage licenses and abstracts taraisbed . ERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. epkones: Office 361; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Floride J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT DAW Dickson Building tice in all courts. ] claimg Jocated and contested Established in July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST ) 14 and 15 Kentucky Buildisg LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT libler Hofel, Lakeland, Florids T. M mfl Room 8 Elliston Building P. 0. Box 605 BICK? §8 keland Sanitariem Karlson's wicat elevator wag gim. ple, an ©oblong Wooden box, sund:z \ , a dight of wooge :unning Up one side. By mea::t:r: b::e l'he W slung up in the 3 tied by a may :.2: ::1:; o{tu ltlh; flight. When the el:vllf € opened a window descended the outs; e ide. This the early days whe; s 0 the flood of m lcompelled farmers w'm: Structures i to hold their bulging But Upas City hay that the Divide river course one night, to telegraph the p about the upper 3wept to death by :ad had some troy a0, who was in love wi th Sim :‘hnmpsnn. & capable young foreman, Ut a man to whom Karlson had llkel; an antipathy. He liveq near his ele- vator, and about ten o'clock, finding INan out, he strolled over in disgust to 0ok at his crops. Ije had been afraid | the wheat would ferment before he i:ltlld get J]t to market. He had just up to the top of the elev the Divide came aown, g Karlson heard dlst;xnl cries, cries Dearer, and then a wall of water struck the old elevator and sent it spinning from its foundations like a tez!o::m. It rolled, fell on its side, and, three parts submerged, went d ing down the torrent, i By some miracle the tremend B ous weight of the chifting wheat failed to bury the old man. When he realized what had happened he found himself seated within five feet of the roof, d not calculated would change itg There was nobody €wWs, for everyone reaches had been the f00d. Karison | uble with his girl “So You're Here!” which was now one side of the eleva- tor, and, near him, Nan and Thomp- son. He scowled at them. here!” he said. “Good Lord, Mr. Karlson! What has happened?” asked Thompson. “What are you doing in my eleva- tor?” demanded the old man. “Why, you asked me to come, Mr. Karlson, to see if the grain was fer-' “8o you're shouted Thompson, shaking his fist, “Nan and I love one another, and since you won't let me come to your house she had to come to see me at the elevator. That's all.” “All right,” answered Karlson. “Only, she don’t get none of my money, that's all.” “Why, good Lord, do you suppose you'll heve any money or any life either? shouted Thompson. “Look througn the window, man!" They all looked through the window. The elevaior was sail'ng down the broad stream of the Dtvide, through what had been Jesert coantry. There was notbing but a waste »f water for a mile on either hand—then came the‘ sage brush and alkali plain. o “Do you know where you're going?" | asked Thompson. “Into the Sn{l sea. Yes, sir, that's where the Divide's tak- ing us.” 5AII the same, Nan don't get none of my mouney,” answered the old man. “1 .\hml she il ease up & bit toward morning,” said Thompson, “and then we'll try to let curselves down through | the outside of the hmnq.ow, Maybe | '] ground somewhere. sh’:')l:le: drew together and consulted It seemed probable that the elevator would ground; if so, it would be an easy matter to get through the c:::] dow. The wheat stretched to the sill, here was & space of mo_u{ five n the top of the pile and of air came through But it was pretty and ti feet betwee! the roof. Plenty chinks in the walls. Vi for lying on. . ‘?‘rSI:e'a fermenting, sure enough, said Thowpson. He found lomfi'?h(l: paulin and placed it over t.!m w :: 3 “Let’s try to get some sleep,” he ;1“'." They must have all slept, for sul . ly the young people gtarted to thel feet at a cry from the old m"f" St “Look! Where's 'lhg m‘: de: Whaat've you done with it e manded. To their asto rose above the nishment the wheat level of the window. in a little depres- They were now lying . & sion. and there were only two and { PR Camel's Working Life. Camels are ft for serions work at balf feet between the wheat and the roof. The elevator had evidently grounded, for there was no semse of { motion, “She’s fermenting!” yelled Thomp- son. “We'll have to get the window open and shovel some out.” But as the three moved over the Wheat, with a rattle a whole pile came down on them, nearly burying them. At the same time, by some disturbance of equilibrium, the elevator tipped on one corner, and the window totally disappeared, leaving them in darkness, save for the faint light that came th:ongh the chinks in the walls. The grain's swelling,” explained Thompson. “Maybe it'll stop before it crushes us, if not—" It was a horrible situation, For, inch by inch, the fermenting wheat pushed them upward. Now they could only kneel, and presently, even kneeling, their heads grazed the roof of the :rtructnre‘ Thousands of tons of wheat ere expanding, each molecule sepa- rating from its neighbors as the l::- ment spread. The atmosphere was Now intolerable. Their hands and knees were blistered from the exces- sive heat. “We'll die like rats,” said old Karl- son. “Nan, I'm sorry you're here.” The girl shrank into Thompson's arms. “I'd die happier to feel you ;l:?::t mind about Sim, father,” shc Old Karlson hesitated. He was the most stubborn man in Upas City, and had always been proud of his reputa- tion; however, he did mot feel like pride at that moment. “If 1 could burrow toward the win- dow and get it open!” he whispered. The fear of death was upon him, not for himself, however, but for the girl. “You can have her, Thompson,” he eaid. “T wish I'd given her to you be- fore—this haj peneed » He felt Thompson's huud grasp his. And no . the roof was Pressing against i their heads even as they sat, and the hot grains were mounting. It was an atrocivus sensation to feel them creep- ing upward. The lower parts of their bodies were completely buried. With hands above their heads they watted for thw end. And already they were in the vise, between the unyielding roof and the wheat. Thompson, his arm around the &irl, waited. They had exchanged their last kiss, und a few minutes would see the end. Suddenly there can.s a Teport ‘that seemed to rend the heavens and earth. Thompson had a contused idea of clutching at Nan; then he seemed te fly through the air. A few moments later he came to himself, to find that he was struggling in the muddy water of the Divide. Near him were Nan and the old man. struggling in half uncon- sciousress. Troapson felt bottom. He waded toward them, drew Nan into his arms, then grasped her father, and laid them both upon the island of wheat that had suddenly emerged from the bottom of the river. The explanation was clear. The force of the fermenting grain had rent the elevator from top to bottom. “It’s lucky 1 gave you Nan, young fellow,” muttered old Karlson, when he had recovered. “I'm a man of my word, though.” “I know,” grinned 8im. ‘ And I'm go- ing to take out a patent to a quarter section right here, Lord, what & wheat crop we'll have by summer!” (Cogvright, 1915, by W, G. Chupman.) CAN'T BELIEVE IN THIS FROG Batrgchian Found Imbedded In Coal Proves Too Much for the Brit- ish Mind. Rqully that frog which was found in the middle of a seam of coal in the Trasalgar colliery, Forest of Dean, grows more and more mysferious, re- margs the London Globe. At first evervbody assumed that either as an egg or & tadpole, it had tumbled threagh some opening on the surface and was expecting deliverance with that placidity which distinguishes the batrachian mind. But now that the hollow in the block of coal in which it was found has been carefully exam- ined the existence of any such opening seems definitely to be disposed of, and we are faced by the astonishing suggestion that the frog has been there ever jnce the coal was first | deposited. Booner than belleve that we would believe anything. A frog may be long- i lived, and we understand the creature can get along quite comfortably with- out food for some considerable time. But that this beast should have lived for millions of years without food or i water s a notion we really cannot swallow, and sooner than accept it we would deny not only the existence of the frog, but of the whole Forest of Dean. There used to be a wonderful story of a spot on a marble mantel- piece which grew larger and larger un- til the excited owner broke the mar- ble and found a live toad inside, but we never heard of anybody above the unsuspecting age of seven believing it. Egypt's Famous Mosque. Sultan Hnussein has a title which is really “reversion to type,” for Egypt was long ruled by sultans, one of whom has givem his name to what some consider the finest specimen of Saracenic architecture in the world. This is the mosque of Sultan Hassan, the pride of modern Cairenes, which was built about 1360, partly with stone taken from the Pyramids. 80 delighted was the sultan with the beauty of the Aesign that he cut off the right hand of the architect to preveat him bufid- ing & rival edifice. In the walls there are, or were, some cannon balls fired from the neighboring citadel during the French invasion of Egypt. A WOMAN'S REASON By HAROLD CARTER. (Copyright, 1935, by W. G. Chapman.) Jean Rae was s 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. | By MAY BENNETT EARLE. OO OOOC (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) "Scf‘:le{hltfig ’%&n‘lbla!g pronounced Richard Thorpe, with a self satisfied smack of his fat sensual lips and a gloating glance around the establish- ment of which he was proprietor. “Something tangible, young man,” be repeated unctuously—*property, the visible evidence of things ma- terial. That's my motto and business precept. Something I can 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 And Tom, who was Jean's best friend, | young fellow, with a clear ingenuous whose loyalty to her had never fal- I 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 is the law of the state that is to blame. You will be Just the same as m§ wife to me for ever. And I'll take you to Europe when I 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 Hke 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. “I guess 1 know what I'm about,” an- swered Maggte 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 defl- 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 Maggi was leaning with both elbows on table and listening to Dodsleig words. Suddenly she walked straight into the restaurant and up te the little ta- ble at which they sat. She hardly knew that she was goiag there; some power seemed to have taken poer sion of her and to %o leading her against her will, She saw Maggie start violently, and Dodsleigh look up with an ugly sneer. “Sit down, Miss Rae. The more the merrier, you know,’ sald with : grin. “Maggle, I want you o come with me,” sald Jean. “Jealous, eh, Miss Rae?” :asked Dods- leigh. “Say! Some day 111 take you out, it you're real nice %o me, maybe.” “Maggle, do you know that this man has a wife and children?” asked Jean. Maggie was looking up ‘st her unde- cidedly. Her weak little will was eas- ly overcome; just now she was more in terror at having been ‘d3iscovered than at anything else. : “Come, Maggie, dear,” said Jean. She took the girl by the arm. Mag- gle 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 them, af the en- trance, seeing that he had fa turned away with a curse. Jean called a taxicab and put Mag- gle inside. She followed. “I'm going to take vou home, dcar,” she said. “And that man won't treuble you again, after I've spoken to Mr.. Can- nol I don’t think he'll show up at the store any more.” Maggie was crying when the cab reached her door. “Oh, Miss Jean,” she sobbed, “I know why you did this for me. But I ain’t worth it. ¥ou see, | £ I'd ever had a real home, if I'd bad 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?" | "1 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 ybe, if what the doetor said is , it won't be many years. answered Jean Optimistic Theught. One should always pull gently at o weak rohe. face well burned by a tropical sun. “Sir,” 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 faithlul 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. “I 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, provided 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 She is left, a young girl , 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. I 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 litgle 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—love. “I shall leave the school at once,” @ecided Bertha, in her resolute, wom- anly way. ‘Orphans both, struggling each for 8 living, the pleasantest hours of his life came to Vernon Davis during the ensuing few months. Bertha found oongenial work in an office. Vernon refused a position with Thorpe and secured employment as a traveling salesmian. i ‘One Bertha met him at the door of the house where she was liv- ing with more than ordigary 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 deen looking for you at your boarding house and they must have directed hitm here. He is a tall thin man and spoke our language broken- ly. He looked as though he had been through & long period of fllness or hardship. He was 8o anxious to meet you and I eo pitied his wearied for- lorn condition, that I asked him in, 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 & moment confusedly at his dis- turber. Then with gladsome eyes he sprang to his feet. “Master, young master!” he cried in a thrilling tone, “you thought me dead—or false? It is meither Ah! wepe my kind old friend, Mr. Travis, here to learn the glad news I bear!” What the strange visitor had to tell took over an 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 eought him out with a meseage from that far away country. The next day Vernon and the Cey- lonese appeared at the office of the merchant. “Mr. Thorpe,” spoke Vernon, “here is a former employee of Mr. Travis, ‘who also believes that there was some partnership agreement between you.” “S80?” snarled Thorpe, “well, I ab- solutely deny it.” “Thea,” observed Vernon, “let me advise you that Mr. Travis staked this man on & venture that has turned out very richly. I presume he is able to return from the investment some- thing Mke a hundred thousand dol- lars.” “Hub!" ejaculated Thorpe. “Yes,” and Vernon drew from his pocket a chamols bag. “Something tangible, Mr. Thorpe,” he prociaimed —“diamonds'" Get Your Coupons in the Great Voting Contest at the Hub. This is the only Gents’ Furnishing Store in Town giv- ing Yotes with Purchases of Goods Our Spring Line Is Coming in Daily X, See Our Windows They reflect the Superb Stock with which our Store is filled. The Hu . THE HOME OF Hart Schaffner and Marx Good Cloth JOS. LeVAY The Financial Crisis Over We are now in shape to give you the be nefit of our Low Expenses. Let us wire your i House and save you money, Lower Insur- | ance, Cleanliness and Convenience are the results. |$ T. L. CARDWELL Phone 397 With Lakeland Sheet -Metal Works 4 IT WILL PAY YOU T0 CONSULT US ON THE ELECTRIC WIRING IN YOUR . 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