Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 27, 1915, Page 7

n(‘e\'ropxlun. Over Post ors of ,:‘,urs § to 12. & m. and 2. 8 p. M. 1 d:.:omd Ex-Faculty mem- palmer School of o 4 it snd tic. analysis . MEND! l,ih:?o ENGINEERS 212-215 Drane Bulilding Lakeland, Fla. e Land uxaminations sud DesIgD# warthwork Speclalists. e phone, 278 Black. phone, 278 Blue. ok, SARAH F. WHEELER 0STEOPATE Aopex, Door Snu}h of nrm, National Bank Lakeland, Florida 1B W. R. GROOVER gYSICIAN AND SURGEON 5 and 4. Kentucky Buildina Lakelend, Florida R. W. B. MOON i vs?fl.m AND SURGEON Telephone 350 gto11, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 " Qver Postoffice Lakeland, Florida Law Office of A x‘iv ERICKSON ant Buildi B ERICKSON 1.C . W. THOMSOR ! %Depuifionl attended. Rogers Edwin Spencer. Jr. 20GERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryaut Building Florids B H HARNLY Biate, Live Stock aa2 General AUCTIONEER Sales Manager JIONAL REALTY AUCTION CO. sion Lot sales a Specialty ymondo Biag. Lakeland, Fla EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER io Bldg, Lakeland, Florids KELSEY BLANTON ATTORNEY AT LAW 0Ofice in Munn Building Takeland Florida MISICIAN 2-3, Skipper Building Over Postoflioe .......- ¥.5. PRESTON, LAWYER Upstairs East of Court House BARTOW, FLA. mtion of Titles and Res X tate Law a Specialty RANK H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Di Building Dhoikel:nuz. Res. 312 Red sttention to drafting legal papers. age licenses and abstracts tnrpished HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Yorgan-Groover Bldg. ones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Takeland, Florids I H. PE ATTORNEY AT LAW . Dickson Building Hte in all courts. img Jocated and contested Buablished 1n July, 1900 . W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST 14 wid 15 Kentucky Building LOUTS A. FORT ARCHITECT % Hotel, Lakeland, Florida T. M. BRYAN, ARCHITECT Room § Elliston Building P. 0. Box 608 Lakeland. Florida tland Sanitarium i | i (Copyright, 955, by W. G, Chapman.) Vanderhuizen, the big Dutch stepped aboard the downcountry ::ll:; from Kimberley, South Africa, en route for Cape Town. He laid his suit case carelessly upon the rack, placed his hand upon his breast to make sure that the package for which he had sisked many years of freedom, was there, and sat down in a seat, look- ing out at the 4 rt landscape. At Boshof a st ger came into the traia, looked keenly about him, and | finally, spotting Vanderhuizen, saalvdl himselt opposite him. Vanderhuizen recognized him as a man named| James, from Kimberley also; he had once been a mine guard, but had been dismissed for some dishonesty. He| had contrived in some way to avoid the clutches of the law, always severe on buyers of diamonds from the native quarrymen. Vanderhuizen nodded surlily. James was the last person in the world that he wanted to see just then, $ James smiled sardonically. “Come into the smoker, Van,” he said, “and Wwe can discuss business,” Vanderhuizen uttered an oath and his hand stole in a betraying manner | to the package inside his coat. He saw James' eyes follow@he movement and realized that he rapped. Sul- lenly he arose and accompanied him “Well?" he growled. as they took Ly smoker. s, laconically. ¢ anderhuvizen. vyt ou met me,” turned James, quic “I Thompson of the “What of him “He’s in the next compartment. He's undoubtedly waiting to arrest you as re- | mberley police?” “Hand Over the Bag!” soon as you step off the train. If he can get you to Cape Town without do- ing so, he will save himself a lot of trouble, That's why I came—I goti wind of the affair.” i The big Dutchman scowled fearfully. Seven years on the breakwater for fiicit diamond buying was the last thing in the world that he wanted.| And the stones in his breast pocket! were worth twelve thousand pounds | ywhere. .n"‘“’lllm:l's the game?" he demanded. * “Halves?" questioned James b juppose So. o "ll':em:elegru:rhvd for two saqdle horses to wait at Klipfontein station. We'll get there at \We can make a dash from the truin, mount and be away before Thompson spot Th_c- saddle-bags are loaded with a week's food In three days we can Cross the desert to Khama's T.and, where we can pick up ar ox wagon and muk-- our w inte Johannesburg. Thompson will be clean i the scent. It will take him a ¢ ¢ of hours to find a | horse, and then he won't know f.r sure that we are going to Khama's | Land” “I'm with huizen, curtly. replied Vander- | {hipfontein the programn was ey drew, shriek ut. As the tr :l:;n:: fo the station, the um(ndr:ral:; | leaped from the carriage At l.h~ r: | of the platform a native Fxxan' e waiting with two saddle horses, "(\h'n little Basuto ponies, of the kind ’;“ would carry their loads u.h.‘n]‘ S European horse could 80. Two r:yn;s into the saddles, tWo pulls at the w.m\. | and the thieves were puddml}z‘ q:flm; through the single street of the 8 ment and out into the desert. i They looked back when they n;" a the sand. In the distance x’ha". . “h“‘ crowd gathered about 2 tall m.::.“ e was making futile efforts to str quick bargain {:)lr a h:|ir':‘-; e t even m:ot:leycn::: up they were al: vxeans;:)f: the desert They ?wnwun:r:r::‘)' e from the scanty (hor¥ s ‘:::ked some of the meat “;x;::‘:-d saddle bags. On elther side nvhe , dle hung a large water bag. you When the Camel's Working Life. T Camels K are fit for serious WO five vs:n. and thelr strengtd begin® to decline st twenty-five years, s though they live for thirty-five an 2 tles It has been .\b.:".d linseed ofl are & repellents against these insects. e ———— ture from which, evaporating, kept the contents cold as spring water. 7They Watered the horses scantily. They Watched by turns and started out at :’.::1; It lwas ten miles to the nearest Pool, where the w: 1 it ater bags were “I believe we've missed the 1,° said James, toward noon. All am);d them was the shimmering desert, de- void now even of thorn scrub. The horses panted from the heat. James gave them the last of the water. “We'll strike another water hole :)oerore dark,” he said to his compan- n. But they did mot strike the water hole, and by sunset the horses were unable to proceed farther. James' Was down, and Vanderhuizen's stood trembling, and evidently on its last legs. “We had better press on afoot,” said James. “I know there is a water hole at the foot of the mountains.” And he pointed to where the blue out- ilmes of a distant range rose against the cloudless sky. He removed his saddle bags and slung them across his shoulders, and the two men proceeded wearily. James lagged behind Vanderhuizen, who, tor- | tured by thirst, walked like a man in a nightmare. On they went, hour aft- er hour, till suddenly the big Dutch- man went down. “You'd best leave me; I'm done for,” he murmured. James set down his saddle bags, opened them, and pulled out a bottle | of water. He held it in the air. Van- d§rhuizen leaped to his feet, to find | himself looking down the muzzle of a | revolver. “Hand over the bag,” said James, briefly. “You scoundrel!” shouted Vander- huizen, through his swollen lips. “This bottle for your half,” James pursued. “And-—I know where to find the water hole.” Venderhuizen glared at him; then, Wi’ 4 gesture of despair, he took the precious bag from his breast and tossed it to the other. For a man will give all that he has to save his life. Next moment Vanderhuizen had knocked the head off the bottle and was gulping down the life-giving lllu;id. James watched him sardonic- ally “You will find the water hole half a mile distant, at the foot of that eleva- tion,” he said, indicating a hummock in the sand. And he watched Vander- huizen stagger away. He went back to the horses and, knocking the heads off the other bot- tles, poured the contents down their throats. The animals, revived, stag- gered to their feet. His own horse was done for, but Vanderhuizer's seemed capable of carrying him to his destination —another water hole along the wagon route across the desert, which he knew like a book. He clasped the diamonds to his breast as he rode, and chuckled. The scheme had been an excellent one and had worked out better than he could have expected. He had heard in Kim- berley, by the merest chance, that Vanderhuizen intended to go down country. He himself had never dar>d to purchase diamonds fror. the ha- tives, but he knew Vanderhuiven’s reputation as a successful and daring thief, and it had occurred to him that there was a splendid opportunity of compelling the man to share his plun- der with him. The advent upon the scene of In- spector Thompson had been a little disconcerting; but' the same chance which had told him of Vanderhuizen’s | maneuver had given him information that the police were on the man’'s trail. He had then telegraphed to Kliptontein for the two horses—and everything had gone like clotkwork. It was no wonder that he chuckled. Looking back he could see the horse still lying upon the sand, and Vander- huizen, a tiny figure under the moon, marching painfully back. His own plans could not fail him. He would strike the water hole, refresh himselt and his steed, and then proceed in a leisurely manner toward the wagon path. At last he reached the place. He | shackled his horse to a torn tree and | climbed the'ascent toward the hollow crater in which lay the pond. But when he reached the summit he found him- self staring down into a dry mud hole. The water had dried up under the influence of the hot sun and an unus- ually long dry season. For a few minutes he could not be- lieve his eyes. Then he lost his self control. He would have to go back to Vanderhuizen. And his bottles were empty. He was parched with thirst, and his animal was incapable of pro- ceeding farther. For hours he raved beside the water hole, clenching his fists and calling down curses upon his luck. He spread the diamonds in a little heap before him and looked at the dull pebbles, each one worth a little lake of wine And for all these he could not get so much water as would wet his lips. “I'll go back thenback to Vander- huizen,” he muttered, and flung him- | gelf upon the rocks. “When 1 am ested . : ?&\.( nature, outraged, revenged her- gelt upon evelids, and he slept profoundly. “uGet up, James'" He started to his feet. Thg sun was high in the sky. Before him stood vanderhuizen and—Inspector Thomp- s0‘"“] want you, James,” id the in- spector, fingering the bag of diamonds, which he had taken from beside the sleeping man “1 thought Vander- huizen was the man I “,. after, but— well, vou understand. Your horse is dead. but you won't mind l'H!l.le walk of twenty-five miles or 807 Yov see, we've got plenty of water. him by drawing down his | VIRGININ'S MISTAKE By OLIVE‘IOBERTU BARTON. | (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- Syndicate.) per Mr. Grayson stepped briskly out from between the gramite pillars of the entrance followed by & young man. ‘When Virginia saw the stranger she shrank back into the recesses of the limousine. “Another of father's eli- gibles for me to be nice to,” she thought. But after her father had opened the glass door and stepped back to permit his companion to enter the latter changed his mind. “I'm sorry, Mr. Grayson, but it has just occurred to me that I was to do something for my aunt. It almost escaped my memory. I am very sorry indeed to have to re- fuse your invitation.” way, that brought the color flying to her cheeks. He added, “And she’s worth meet- ing!” Virginia could have cried. “I know Miss Grayson is unusually charming, and I am disappointed more than I can tell you. Perhaps you will find it in your heart to ask me again.” | The men shook hands, bade each other good evening, and her father got into the car. “Why, Virgie, I didn’t see you. Say. that’s too bad! I wanted you to meet young Shaw, the chap that's just gone. | Why didn't you yell?” “I was afraid he was another eli- gible, papa, dear,” mischievously. “You know I can’t be nice to them! It does them good to be jolted out of their self-conceit once in a while.” “This one isn't conceited. He's a sensible, steady, self-made man. They call him the Copper King. He made most of his own fortune in the West, whence he has just returned.” “Does he dance?" wickedly touching a match to her father's gunpowder temper. “No!” he exploded. “Just so a man's got springs in his legs, you don't care whether he's got a sou in his pocket!" “And just so a man's got a few bonds in brine, you don’t care whether he's as ugly as an ant eater, as old as Adam, or as stingy as old Scrooge!" she retorted. “Your friend from the ‘West seems to belong to the last va- riety. Look at his clothes!” “He'll get over that. He's only been here two days and he's been very busy. Someone has stolen some jew- els from the aunt with whom he is living. He has been helping the po- lice.” “Oh!” was Virginia's only comment to this, but she couldn't forget that a mere man from the West had not seized the opportunity to meet the much-sought-after Miss Grayson. That evening she accompanied her aunt and uncle to the opera, then to supper at a fashionable restaurant where there was dancing. Virginia passed from one eager partner to another. Then she found herself dancing with a young man who seemed to have wings on his feet. Slender and lithe, he was without doubt the best partner she had ever had, and very good looking. Here was a man who came up to her ideal in every way. Good looking, well dressed and a splendid dancer! What did her father know of men? Her thoughts turned to the Westerner with amused contempt, and even as they did so she found herself looking into his eyes. He was sitting alone at a side table : watching her and her partner with an odd expression. Virginia colored furiously. “The man is positively rude,” she thqught, .“the. .way he is WiafMg ACus® HT never takés his eyes off us for an instant!” another. The three then kept their eyes on the dancers, and as soon as the music stopped one of the trio came over and spoke to her partner. He excused himself hurriedly and left with the man. The other two fol- lowed. “Well, of all things!” exclaimed Vir- ginfa. “This is the most mysterious flair I ever experienced in my life.” She went to a tea the next day with her aunt. There she met the man—not her Apollo of the night before—but the man from the West, who had evidently had time to consider his appearance to the smallest detail. Nothing could have been more nearly correct, noted Virginia’s critical eye. She was introduced to him at once and the tete-atete that followed over their teacups was interesting—so in- teresting that Virginia was full to overflowing when she got home. “Father!” she cried to that aston- ished gentleman, “I met Mr, Shaw, the man from the West, today, and he's grand—just grand! And what's the difference if he doesn’t dance? Say, do you know,” coloring gulltily, | “he helped the police to track the | thief that stole his aunt’s diamonds. | They found him in a fashionable res- taurant last night. They say he is very good looking and a superb dancer. | I think he was a—a servant or some- thing in the house!" Heard Every Day. “And what,” asked the curiously in- clined new arrival, “is the remark made by human beings that moves you oftenest to hearty laughter?” : Satan answered promptly. “It's the stereotyped remark of the debtor, ‘Oh, it I ever get out of debt thfs time, I'll never get in again!’"— Judge. Hinernstion. Cynical Comment. man is as Heaven made him, “You'll not meet my daughter,” re- turned her father in his blunt, brusque | FIRING MISS WANDLE By GEORGE MUNSON. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Miss Wandle might have been thir ty-six, and she had been with Roth- stein for twelve years. She started in as an ordinary stenographer, and it was solely her ability and industry that got her the post of Rothstein's private secretary, although everyone could see that Rothstein thought a good deal of her. After I came the firm was turned into a corporation. Rothstein was president, owning a majority of the stock, and Joe Barnes treasurer. Clifford was secretary. Bob Syce was general manager. Things went on all right until old Rothstein began to suffer from heart trouble. Then Miss Wandle was al- ways at his home—he was a widower, | too—taking notes for him. She would come back and tell Clifford, Syce and Barnes what they were to do. It was that set their backs up. They hadn't had anything against Miss Wandle previously, but they didn’t like tho old man’s,orders coming through her. Miss Wandle was a business woman in the strictest sense. At first ths fellows had tried to get gay with her. She never encouraged anything of that sort. She was cold, keen, calcu lating business from start to finish, without as much room for sentiment as you could insert a fountain pen into. At least, that was the way 1 sized her up. About the cabal against her; you know what wretched, truckling kind of creatures some of us underpaid clerks are. We knew that Syce, Clif- ford, Barnes & Co. were “laying for” Miss Wandle. But because we were in mortal terror of losing our jobs, none of us dared do anything to bring down their displeasure on our heads. ‘When old Rothstein was taken with one of his bad spells and ordered south for three months, the cabal thought it would be time to cut loose and show Miss Wandle that she didn't amount to anything in particular about the office. 1 would look up from the books and see the three through the open door of Syce’s office, smoking and put. ting their heads together and glanc- Ing in Miss Wandle's direction. And I knew comething was brewing. She came in at nine-thirty and Clifford, who had the big desk in the main office, called her over to him as soon as she had removed her hat. “Miss Wandle,” he said, in an ugly Later another man joined him—then | sneering voice loud enough to be heard all over the office, “will you be 80 good as to look at the clock and tell me what time it 1s?” “It is half-past nine,” answered Miss Wandle quietly, though not ane other woman in the office would have 8tood for that line of talk. “Will you remember in future, Miss Wandle,” said Clifford, “that our of. fice hours begin at nine? That is the time I come down and that is the time Mr. Syce and Mr. Barnes come down. We're not important enough to take an extra half hour, and I guess you aren't.”” Miss Wandle nodded and went away as coolly as though it had been she who was calling down Jim Clifford. After that the trio set to work to force Miss Wandle's resignation by petty persecutions. 1 guess they thought the old man was done for. Miss Wandle always came down scrupulously at nine after that, so they tried other ways. They found fault with her work. They didn't like her having knowledge of details of the business of which they them- selves were ignorant. It was Bob Syce, however, who hit on the star i trick. He made her %ake stenographic notes for old Perkins, the head of the stock department. I Everybody expected that she would { resign then, but it didn't feaze her a { particle. They kept her at that just ! long enough to muddle up the busi- | ness, and then they recalled her. The | next idea that came was to the credit of Joe Barnes. It was masterly. We were making out the vacation schedule, and )iss Wandle had put down her own name for the two weeks 5 with the first of June, little carly for vicitions, but still, people did go awa, in -June Barnes happened to see the list and he called Miss Wandle over to his desk. “Miss Wandle,” he said in his silk- fest manner, “I see you have sched- uled your vacation to begin on the first of June.” “Mr. Rothstein understood that T was going to take my vacation on the first of June, Mr. Barnes, and 1 feel that I have his sanction.” Barnes got red in the face. “Miss Wandle,” he said, “you seem to think you run this office. It is necessary for me to convince you of It | [B your mistake. You will take your va- cation when I"—with a thump of his fist—"give you permission, or you may draw your salary to date and walk out of this office.” Miss Wandle smiled. “I shall .o neither, Mr. Barnes,” she answered. For a moment Barnes was stag- gered. Then he thrust his ugly face close against the woman's—he showed his breeding pretty well then. “Per- haps you own this office?”” he re marked. “I certainly hope to after the fifth of June,” replied Miss Wandle calmly. “You see, I am going down to Florida to be married to Mr. Rothstein and he is going to give me his share of the stock as & wedding gift.” Get Your Coupons in the Great Voting Contest at the Hub. This is the only Gents’ Furnishing Store in Town giv- ing Votes with Purchases of Goods " Ouwr Spring Line Is Coming in Daily See Our Windows reflect the Superb Stock with which our §tore is filled. The Hub THE HOME OF Hart Schaifner and Marx Good CI ' They i JOS. LeVAY The Financial Crisis Over We are now in shape to give you the benetit of our Low Expenses. Let us wire your House and save you money, Lower Insur- ance, Cleanliness and Convenience are the results. T. L. 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