Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 7, 1915, Page 6

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Campaign In bigh social circles the girl who wants to cut out another girl orders Dew dresses and more hats. Among vages she sticks on a few more beads and feathers. But in some middle western towns she rolls up her rleeves, opens the flour bin and cooks something calculated to knock the spots off anything culinary the other &irl ever dared dream of. That was why Mrs. Fruby sald to her daughter with hint of excite- ment in her voice, “Try him on beaten biscuits, Sadle! And your chocolate marshmallow pudding!" It had been hard enough all her life for Mrs. Fruby to be outdone by Mary Sandler without having to en- dure seeing Mary Sandler's daughter get ahead of her own Sadie. And of late Rosa Sandler had asked Peter Vernon to dinner entirely too often to suit Mrs. Fruby's plans. So had half a dozen other girls. For Peter Vernon was a matrimonial prize, the like of which a small town does not 8eée more than once in a generation. He had an interest in the big engine works, which made money so fast that it gave the populace the hio- coughs trying to count it. Natural jealousy of Mary Sandler made Mrs. Fruby consider Rosa a deadly rival. Rosa was nearly pretty as BSadie and, moreover, she Was a good cook. So were Margaret and Agnes and Carrie, other aspirants. Loulse—Mrs. Fruby merely smiled at the idea of Loutse. Being bullt on solid lines herself, Mrs. Fruby had an imagined contempt for ethereal creatures MNke Louise, who looked as though a puff of wind might easily remove her from the Scene. Louise was of the ethereal, useless kind and Mrs. Fruby knew that no sensible man wanted a help less wife. Men, she often told Sadie, liked energy and ability in a girl. As for cooking, it was doubtful if Louise oould even cook a par_ef fudge with- out burning it. Peter Vernon was a &1, thin young man with a well set head and a kind- ly, it shrewd, smile. “He's not the sort to get taken In!™ Mrs. Fruby satd thankfully as she superintended Sadie’'s work making the beaten biscuit for that night's supper, to which Peter Vernon was coming. “Does your arm ache? Let me beat awhile!” Peter Vernon liked the beaten bis- cuft immensely. He ate six. And he ‘had two helpings of the marshmallow pudding. | “She nearly beat her arm off mak- ' ilng those,” Sadle's mother confided to him. “But, I tell you, | daunts Sadie! When she does thing she does it!" “They certalnly were mighty good,” repeated Peter Vernon. “We always have 'em Wednesday evenings,” sald Sadie’s mother with a sudden inspiration. “And you drop in that night without waliting to be asked, siuce you're so fond of ‘em!" “Yes, do!" echoed Sadie. Beaten biscuits are hard to make. Many were the weary hours Sadie Fruby put in over them, because they had to be made regularly on Wednes- days. Sometimes Peter dropped . , and it he did not he was certain to be met on the street the next day by Sadie or her mother and pinned down to another date. Mrs. Fruby took his fondness for the marshmellow pud- ding as an especially good sign. “You keep it up, Sadle,” she told her daughter the evening Peter had stayed a half-hour beyond his usual time. “I can begin to see that you're winning out!" “I don't know,” Sadie sald dublous- ly. “He goes to [sab ret's, too—and Louls T wouldn't worry,” declared her mother. “I guess Isabel can't make biscuit ltke yours and Margaret's cake is a joke. And you know ILouise! Why, you've got 'em all on the run!"” “But he never says anything,” Sadie protested. “I mean anything that I could take as—" “He ain't that kind,” declared Mrs. Fruby. “He ain't going to make love to a girl till he's engaged to her! You beat those biscuits longer next time!"” Shortly after that the local newspa- per contained the unexpected an- nouncement of the qulet marriage of Peter Vernon and Loutse, the ethereal. Mrs. Fruby, after a hysterical scream when she read the news, told Sadie plainly what she thought of Peter. She talked so vehemently , that she did not notice how pale { Badle’s cheeks were. Sadle usual'y | was stolid and unmoved. “Well,” Mrs. Fruby said ar last, lvlplng her eyes. “it can't be helped. | You'd better stir up some beaten bis. "cult for supper tonight—it's Wednes- day!" Habit was strong in her It was then that Sadie volced o brand new theory of lfe “Beaten biscuit!” she echoed grimly. “I never want to see one again! T guess what you eat doesn't count for much, after Not Looking Too Far Ahead. “What is your boy going to be when he grows up? don't know. We've not got that t. We're devoting all our time nothing | FIRING MISS WAHDLE By GEORGE MUNSON. VDB IDeDoGO®e (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 1 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 85 you could insert a fountain pen into. At least, that was the way I 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 | in particular l amount to anything about the office. I 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 directioz And I knew something was brewing. She came in at ninethirty 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 sald, in an ugly 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 is?" “It {s half-past nine" answered Miss Wandle quietly, though not an. 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 88 coolly as though it had been ehe who was calling down Jim Clifford. After that the trlo set to work to force Miss Wandle's resignation by petty persecutlons. 1 guess they thought the old man was done for. Miss Wandle always came down | chocolate | 5CTUPulously at nine after that, so they tried other ways. They found fault with her work. They didn't like her having knowledge of detatls of the business of which they them- selves were ignorant. It was Bob Syce, however, who hit on the star trick. He made her ake stenographic notes for old Perkins, the head of the stock department, 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 Miss. Wandle had put down her own name for the two weeks beginning with the first of June. It was a little early for vacations, but still, people did go away 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 1 was going to take my vacation on the first of June, Mr. Barnes, and I feel that I have his sanction.” Barnes got red in the face. “Miss Wandle,” he said, “you seem to think you run this off.ce, It is necessary for me to convince you of your mistake. You will take your va- cation when I"—with a thump of his fist—"give you permission, or Yyou may draw your salary to date and walk out of this office.” Miss Wandle smiled. “I shall .e Deither, 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. Rothstefn and he Is going to give me his share of tbe stock as a wedding gift.” Relic From Ireland. The Tara brooch belongs to the tenth century period of art It is Jne of the finest pieces of early Irish work known, anc¢ s composed of white bronze, a mixture of copper and tin. On it are 7¢ different designs of tracery. It is a wonderful relic ot the middle ages, illustrating the traditions of the early Irish church. It is now In the possession of the Dublin mu. seum - Heard in the Garden. Wdols of old? Because the corn have 6ars and they hear not, hh.hnmud&oymnnl LITTLE FIRST FoOT By MOLLY M'MASTE®. paper Syndicate.) Upon the first morning of the New Year Dean Richmond had awakened to find a small black kitten prowling ‘nquisitively about her studio home. “Good luck!" was Dean's first thought. They were friends at once. Dean lived alone in the Bohemian left her studio 8:30 o'clock. The kitten, which Dean called First Foot, was sleek and a daintily clean little lady kitten. It would not have been difficult for her to find lodgings In the Bohemian section where black cats were considered the best of luck. The little collar with which Dean Immediately made her ownership cer- tain was black leather. The name in- scribed on the tiny silver tag was “First Foot,” since she had been the first little visitor to put foot over Dean's threshold in the new year. First Foot had been a part of the studlo life for some five weeks be- fore she brought down the wrath of her mistress upon her own sleek head. Upon picking up the kitten for her evening nap in Dean’s lap the girl had smelled tobacco. Upon examination she made the discovery that her pet Wwas reeking of the noxlous fumes. “You disgraceful little lady,” ad- monished Dean while she went to the kitchen for brush and soap and toilet water. “You have been visiting the den of some gentleman.” That proved to be only the first of the visits, for each night Dean found faer erstwhile perfumed pet reeking of tobacco smoke. There was no good in scolding. Dean firally accepted the tobacco as a part of her troubles. She did, however, tie a buge pink bow on the neck of her cat and saturated it with Wild Rose ecent “The guilty man may take a hint,"” : was her inward hope But the guilty man did not take the | hint. Each day when the small black cat came silently into his den he | arose, stroked her head and felt that the day was well begun. f When John Rogers finished a par- tleularly good story and determined to try it on the editor of the “Good- year Magazine” he dipped First Foot's paw into the inkstand and made her imprint on his manuseript. So that when the story passed through the hands of the readers and found Its way to the editor of the “Good- yes Dean Richmond found herself smiling at the imprint of a cat's paw on the manuscript awaiting her Judg- wment. In the evening she found herself examining First Foot's paw. Her amazement was very genuine when she discovered that her pet’s foot was sticky and that close scrutiny revealed dried on the little toes. “80," mused Dean, “the person who blows tobacco smoke all over my lovely kitten and the author of ‘Stag- nation’ are one and the same being.” She fell to speculating as to the man's personality. “He assuredly {s human and I would say—rather charming.” When John Rogees received the lit- tle black visitor ‘hat morning he glanced amusedly at the extra large pink ribbon on her neck. “You have an extravagant mistress, little lucky lady,” he sald. “She would never do for the wife of a struggling author.” It the cat disagreed she could not say so. Rogers petted First Foot and dislodged the note Dean Richmond had concealed in the bow. “The plot thickens,” laughed he, and opened the letter. “The editor of ‘Goodyear' will see you tomorrow at ten o'clock” he read aloud. “I'm hanged! How in thunder—!" Rogers ran his fingers through his hair and gazed questioningly at First Foot, who only went to sleep, having de- livered her message. It was the perfume that reached each morning sharp at cussing the merits of his story and the size of the check he was to get. “You,” he said suddenly, and ft seemed accusingly, “are the mistress of First Foot.” “I am,” laughed Dean, “but how do you know?”" “The kitten reeks of that same s~ent,”” he told her. “It 18 far better than reeking of to- bacco,” flashed Dean. Rogers flushed guiltily. “My pipe Is rather strong.” Then, “You must live near, very near to me,” he added quickly, and there was a shameless suggestion of foy in his eyes. “Yes—it {s strange, fsn't 1t?" “Dellghtfully strange,” agreed Rog- ers. "I wish First Foot knew the ex- tent of the luck she had brought me, Uscll a story for $250 and realize that * have a neighbor whom 1—" “I am very busy.” Dean sald swift- Ir. trving to overcome the timidity that had swept her lashes down. Rogers only laughed and watched the color sweeping stealthily into the cheeks of the editor of “Goodyear." “Flrst Foot is a lucky cat,” he ru. minated on the way home, “ang I once Informed her that her mistress would not make a good wite for a struggling author. Humph!” a soft, whimsical smile played about Rog- ers’ lips. A smile of self-contradio- tion. —— Worth Cultivating. One of the most charming girlhood Sangster. | | Daily Thought. Ninetenths of the &00d that is done In the world is the result not o. laws, bowever wise, or of resolutions how- ever strong, but of the personal infly- ence of individual men and *omen.— 8ir Samuel Chisholm, things in is serenity.—Margaret B S ————— Some Big Battles. | ae Leipsic the forces were: French, 160,000; Austrians, Prussians and Rus- slans, 240,000; total, 400,000. At Wa- | terloo—French, 71,947; allles, 67,661; total, 139,608. At 96,000; en—Russian, 400, $00; Japanese, 301,000; total, 701,000, (Copyright, 1815, by the McClure Newspa- section of the city. She was an editor { on one of the better magazines, and | Rogers’ senses while they were dis- : A WOMAN'S REASON ! By HAROLD CARTER. H CBIB OB DOV OB IO 5, by W. G. Chapman.) D e was stil thinking over the _ proposition that Tom Varcoe }md pl'l: to her on her way down to Cannon n the subway. 1? She had two dozen girls _under herA | She was considered an emnngntly[l:l | spectable young woman. She l(o' ' been in Cannon’'s department store for nine years. Sh: had known Tom Varcoe 'rolr tvl:o . years. He had a position at $35 in the | buyers' department, and look_ed ftl)lr ward with confidence to getting the | assistant buyer's position, soon to be vacant, at fifty. His wife was in ghe‘ | asylum, an almost hopeless imbecfl:,‘ | And Tom, who was Jean's best friend, | !whose loyalty to her had never fa'l- ! tered, had asked her to accept hs‘ protection through life without the fmpossible ceremony. “You see, Jean, dear,” he had snid! the night before, “it is 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 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- “ta.nce. the floorwalker of the perfum- | ery department, whom Jean had | warned away often enough when she i waw 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 ihad 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 I know what I'm about.” an- swered Maggie pertly, with a toss of 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 Maggie was leaning with both elbows on the '!lbla 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 Dodsleigh look up with an ugly sneer. “Sit down, Miss Rae. The more the merrier, yov know,” he said with a grin. “Maggle, I want you to come with me." said Jean. “Jealous, eh, Miss Rae?” asked Dods- leigh. “Say! Some day I'll take you i 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- fly overcome; just now she was more in terror at having been discovered than at anything else. “Come, Maggle, 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. “Maggie, 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, doar,” 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.” Maggie was crying when the cab reached her door. “QOn, Miss Jean,” she sobbed, “I know why you did this for me. But I ain't worth it. Yoy see, if I'd ever had a real home, if I'd had ¥ou 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?” “I don't thoughtfully. And she did not what she wrote to know," answered Jean know. That was To! don’t ask me why, because I don't know myselt.” Optimistic T One should always weak rope. i = Beware of Discontent. scontent is the father f don.—Amiel. = - - e A Flood of Wine, The Argentinians are a wine-drink. hought. pull zeutly at o Balf of the population, are most] Italans and Spaniards, all of whou{ drink wine every day. All of the small i the head | WHO GETS THE MONEY YOU EARN? DO YOU GET I, 0 DOES SOMEBODY ELSE WHO DOES NOT EARN IT? “_YOUR “EARNING POWER" CANNOT LASTIALWAYS, = WHILE YOUARE MAKING MONEY BANK IT AND'BE Fyg FOR OLD AGE. JUST DO A LITTLE THINKING. WE PRY 5 PER CENT INTEREST ON TIME DEPOSITS. Y American State Bank BE AN AMERICAN, ONE OF US.” Now is the Time to La In a Supplv P 3 i i % 98 Ib. Sacks Best Plain Flour §3 24 Ib. Sacks Best Plain Flour i 12 1b. Sacks Best Plain Flour 98 Ib. Srif-Rising Flour 1 z The Expression “Cyt and Dried” I‘s used to describe that is prearran vance and carried out accordingly, SO applies to oyp stock 01: which is certainly A Cut anqg Dried Proposition Carefully and SIons required some action or event ¢d—all planned in ad- S lumber accurately cut to the dimen- + dry and sound, there? better lumber 2 LicEe8ing to be found, o A o G Lakelang Manufacturing Company LAKELAND_ PLA. — PHONE ;5 A J. B. STREATER