Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 11, 1915, Page 6

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PHONE 144 it it e ”’mmm MOVED AGAIN!| I am nowl ocated in the room formerly occupied by the White Star Market un South Florida avenue. Thanking all my former pa~ trons for past favors and so! liciting a share of your trade in my new location, I am Yours truly H. O. DENNY PHONE 226. Prompt Del Lol ] NOTICE I have removed from West Main street to my residence, 107 East Peachtree street, where I am prepared to furnishe the trade with FISH AND WOOD I am also agent for the celebrated Marvels Face Preparations, Phone me and your wants in these lines will be quickly supplied R. O. PARK. Phone 137-Black SONE OF THE THINGS WE NAX Jaxen Metal Shingles. Jazon Metal Celling, Eavo Trough and Gutters, Oenductor Pipe Fittings. Corrugated Sheets. Corrugated Awnings. Sheet Metal Metal “Brick” siay Metal “Stone” Siding. Acme Nestable Culverts. Imperlal Riveted Culverts, Turpentine Stills and Cups. Sheet Metal Cornices. Metal Skylights, Dredge Pipe and Fittings, Coppersmiths, The Secret of a Good Figure often lics in the brassicre. Hundreds of thousands of women wear the Bien-Jolie Brassiere for the reason that they regard it as mecessary as a corsel and gives the figure the you SIER. rustiess—permitting laundering without removal. They come in all styles. and your local Dry Goods dealer will show them to you on request. If he does notcarry them, t them for you by writing to us. Send for booklet showing styles that are in high favor. BENJAMIN & JOHNES e t. It supports the bust and back *hful outline fashion decrees. are the daintiest, most serviceable garments imaginable. Only the best of materials are used—for in~ stance, “Walohn™, a flexible bon- inlllfneaidunhili!)‘—lblol\luly 4 Newark, N. J. A VISION IN VIOLET By HOPE AINSLEE. per Syndicate.) on Thirty-fourth street, between glass partitions. ment, had called a number, and had she called “papa.’ dressed in violet shade from head to foot, even to the dainty leather party bag she had carried. Borden thought he had never beheld so lovely a vi- sion, ; As he talked he noticed that the girl had left a small Package on the shelf in the booth next to him. As soon as he was finished he stepped into the compartment and took the Package, and as he did so he was conscious of the faintest suggestion of sweet English violets. Being thoroughly a practical man, Jack Borden set out at once to find out who the girl's father was, since he knew the telephone number she had called. After some difficulty he learned that the telephone number the girl had called was the number of the firm of Dorn & Doolittle, with, offices in Exchange place, in the lower end of the city. Dorn & Doolittle were com- mission brokers, and Borden wons dered how he was going to find out Which partner had a beautiful daugh- ter who had called him on the tele- phone and who wore pastel shades of violet to matth her eyes. He reached the office and was con- fronted by the usual type of New York office boy. “Give my card to Mr. Dorn,” ne said, suddenly deciding on which part- ner he would call. Jack Borden felt very conscious of his sentimental mission as he stepped into the office of Mr. Dorn and stood the momentary scrutiny of that gen- tleman's keen eyes. “Mr. Horden?" the senior partner said, politely. “What can I do for you? Sit down.” Borden sat down. “My errand is peculiar—it may be important; it may not.” He drew from his pocket the violet beribboned package and a guilty flush spread over his face. “I —& young woman who called this office on the telephone last Wednes- day and spoke with some one she called ‘papa’ “—Borden laughed as he pronounced the word—'left this par- cel in the telephone booth. I have not opened it, but I have felt that I should return it if possible.” Mr. Dorn smiled and took the pack- age. He untied the violet bow and unwrapped an exquisite bit of old lace. “Why—it's my wife's grandmother’s wedding veil,” he exclaimed. “How could it have been lost!" “You have a daughter?” Borden askcd. “No: but Doolittle has—a beauty, too \Was it she, do you think?"” Borden smiled and nodded. “I sus- icct that it was. The young woman was very beautiful—" “And that's why you have been so solicitous about the package,” laughed Mr. Dorn. “I see it all now. But how Hilda got this treasure—and then lost ft—I don’t see,” he said, looking again at the bit of yellowed lace Borden heard voices in the adjoin- {ug office. He heard the girl's voice —the girl he had heard in the tele- Phone booth. Mr. Dorn heard -them, too. He rose to go into his partner's room. ‘“Just a minute, please. I hear Miss Doolittle now.” > And in 8 moment Borden found him- self face to face with the girl he had been seeking. She had come to her father’s office in great distress t urge him to leave no stone untun} in his effort to find the borrowed bit of lace. ‘4 borrowed it to exhibit at the ‘Made in the U. S. exposition—for that veil was made in this country by Mrs. Dorn’s grandmother herself, one hundred years ago. Oh, I've been 80 worried! 1 hope you won't tell Mrs. Dorn—please don't,” she im- plored of her father’s partner. “And you, Mr. Borden—you have been too good to take such care of it,” she told Borden. “I did see you in the booth next to me,"” she added, flushing. Mr. Doolittle, feeling that some- thing momentous in his life was tak- ing place, looked Borden up and down, politely but decidedly. “It was most thoughtful of you, Mr. Borden,’ he said, “most thoughtful. Many would have left the package at the desk in the drug store in case yone called for it—I think. Eh, Hilda®" be asked his daughter, laughingly. “I'm sure most men would never have gone to so much trouble as this, she said simply and not looking at Borden. “Suppose we all go to lunch to- gether to celebrate—shall we Dorn? Put the precious veil 1n your bag this time, daughter.’ After lunch Borden was permitted to travel home with Miss Doolittle and during that time the two made plan to meet again And it did not take many meetings to show the family of the girl that the wedding veil which had played 80 important a part in the meeting of two young people might have a chance to play a still more important role in their lives. Better a good paying job than s low salaried position. (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- Jack Borden had been talking in a Ppublic telephone booth in a drug store Walch and the other booths there were A girl had come hastily into the adjoining compart- a short conversation with some one She had been Heroic Trgatment By F. TOWNSEND SMITH My friend Rogers was forty years old and a bachelor. He had no taste for soclety, and his life was solitary in the extreme. I bad been to his room occasionally, and his landlady knew my name. One day Rogers had worked himself up to such a condition that she feared he was going to commit suicide. They hunted my name in the telephone reg- ister and called me up to say that she wished I would come round and take charge of him. I went to his room and found him walking the floor with a desperate look in his eye. 1 took bim out with me for dinner, after which we went to the theater, and he spent the night in my rooms. Before going to bed 1 said to him: “Rogers, the thing for you to do is to get married.” “Who would marry me?’ “I know several young women who would be glad to get you. I'll intro- duce you to the one that I think would be the most likely to suft you If you like.” “Anything to relleve me of myself.” The young person to whom I intro- duced Rogers was twenty-seven years old. Not having thus far fulfilled the condition for which she was made—a wife and mother—she was beginning to get dissatisfied with herself and those about her. 1 told her of Rogers' case, and she confessed that it was much like her own. She, too, said “any- thing but the life of an old dpaid.” It was understood when I brought them together that it was for the purpose of matrimony, and they didn't pretend to what they did not feel—that they were in that delirium commonly called love, They made short work of the prelimij- naries und, being very much pleased with each other, became engaged and were married. I think their honeymoon was as hap- py as it is with married couples usu- ally. Both seemed to have taken laughing gas. There was no attention too g or too trivial for Rogers to pay his wife, and she seemed disposed to suffer any incon venlence rather than put him !lo the slightest discomfort. 1 called on them soon after thelr marriage. Then 1 did not see them again for six months. 1 met Rogers and, grasping him by the hand, said: “How are you, old man? How goes married lifey" . “Oh, married life is well enough, 1 suppose!" “Well enough? Why, 1 thought at first you considered it delighttul.” “That was in the beginning, when we hadn't really settled down to the I business of married life. 1 find double harness pretty hard to work in some- times.” “Have any company ?" “All we want.” “Well, I'm coming round to see you | LITTLE MARGARET Mooney remembered me when I stepped into his cab, though it was four or five years since we had met. At that time I rode with him a good deal. I was getting up material for series of articles upon the raflroads. Now I was merely a claimant upon his hospitality for the sake of old times. I bad had a longing to feel the sweep of the wind from the inside of an en- gine-cab and see the lights flash by. And the man in charge of 64 was Mooney. He knew me, as I said, and pres- ently I began to recall the old route we had traversed so often. I recol- lected that Mooney’s cottage stood two miles down the track, and that his wife, a pretty young woman, and their little girl of five used to stand in front and wave to him as the train flashed past. I waited. Sure enough, the woman was there, but the child at her side could not have been four years old. “I lost her—my little Margaret,” said Mooney. ‘m sorry,” I answered lamely. “Yes, we both felt it pretty hard even though the other came,” he an- swered. “I guess she felt it most. We don't talk about it now, didn’t much anyway—but that sort of thing hurts deep enough, especially when you don’t believe in a future lite.” What answer could I make to that? 1 did not attempt to. Mooney's state of mind must have been hopeless in- deed. “I saild when you don't believe in nothing more,” went on Mooney ag- gressively. “Yes,” 1 answered. “Well, I do now,” retorted Mooney sullenly, and suddenly clasped my hand. “Man, you don’t know what it means to me now to think that I haven't lost her forever. It makes everything different, somehow. “You see, the wife used to bring her | down to the edge of the cutting when pretty soon.” When I called Rogers had been de- tained at business, and 1 was enter- tained by his wife. Being an old friend of mine, I did not hesitate to ask her how married life suited her. **Oh, I don't suppose,” she said, “that Ed ts any harder to live with than most men!" “He isn't somber, is he?" “Oh, no; he is cheerful enough, but 1 surprise him every now and then by not being what he has always sup- posed a woman to be, and if all men are what he is sometimes they must be"— While we were talking in came Ed. He saw by his wife's expression that she had been pouring her troubles into my ear, and he didn't like it. He sat down with a very ugly look on his ! face. “Well,” he said to me, “I suppose she’'s been muking me out a pretty hard nut.” “See here,” 1 said, flaring up, 1 did the best I could for you two in bring- ing you together. If you want to quar- rel 1 would prefer that you leave me out.” . “Who's drawing you in?" asked the husband, with a snarl. “He's drawn bhimself In,”" snapped the wife. “He tried to pump you when he met you the other day, then came around here to pump me.” “Pump you! What Interest have 1 in whether you get on or don't get on together? I bid you both good even- ing." I seized my hat and.got out of the house as quickly as 1 could, followed by more caustic remarks from both of them, and making to myself more caustic remarks still. “What a fool I was to try to do any- thing with a bachelor and an incipient old maid! One might as well try to make a crooked tree grow straight. Catch me trying to belp any one that way again.” When we do a kindness we don't know whether it will turn out such or an Injury. 1 thought I knew that in this case I had done the latter. But 1 was mistaken. The two needed herolc measures to bring them together and herole measures to get them fused. After the heyday of wedlock had pass- od they needed a blowpipe. I was that blowpipe. When they both turned and fought me they found a common vent for thelr irritation, and its flow upon each other was directed in another channel. Rogers came to see me, apologized for himself and his wife and begged me to dine with them the next Sun- day. 1 went. and we have been excel- lent friends ever since. A baby took up the case where 1 left It “There's nothing so hard to ride as & young broncho,” said the Westerner. “Oh, I don’t know,” replied the man from back East. the water wagon? No, Indeed. Bix—You may depend upon it that your friends won't forget you as long ! as you have money. Dix—That's right; especially if you bave borrowed it from them. — The Reason. 8. Whittler—What deitghtful man- Ders your daughter has! Mrs. Biler (proudly)—Yes. You i See, she has been away from home so mart Set. | understood my feelings. There Stood the Little Girl. it was growing dark, so that I'd be sure to see them. The run, as you re- member, ends seventeen miles from here, and often I wouldn't get home till it was beginning to be morning. And that seeing them used to be a sort of comfort while I was coaxing the old 64 up Geddes hill and over the old wooden bridge. “It was diphtheria took Margaret away, and after that I asked the wife not to stand at the door, because I didn't feel like seeing her alone. She And so I wouldn’t see her, and I'd fall to brood- ing as the ®1d engine went on her way. Then the night come when I saw her again.” ‘‘Margaret!” I exclaimed. He nodded and turned his eyes pathetically on mine. “You can't be- lieve that, can you?” he inquired, “I don’t know,” I answered, watch- ing his face. I saw only seriousncss there. “I have heard of such things, of course.” “0dd thing was,” he burst out, “that When I saw her it seemed so natural like that I clean forgot she was—she wasn't with us any more. I saw the Wwife and Margaret at her side, and I Seemed to see them more clearly than I'd have expected to, for it was a bit dark that night. There was Minnie, standing by the roadway, and little Margaret at her side, and both were ‘waving to me. “Ot course there isn't time to see very much as the engine goes by, and my mind was pretty well occupied that night, because I had VicePresi- dent James and a party of his friends in one of the coaches, and naturally I was bent on getting the best out of the old 64. But I did see them, and, as I looked, I saw Margaret leave Min. nie's side and dart toward me, hold- ing up her arms. And even then it al seemed perfectly natural, “The child ran straight into the cut- ting and toddled upon the line plumb in front of the engine. Well, sir, my heart fairly stopped beating. And the worst part of it was that Minnie went on smiling and waving to me, just as if she didn’t know, or, if she knew, as though she didn't care. “‘Minnie!” I yelled. ‘Save her!” There R P By HAROLD CARTER. e ———— " (Copyright, hapman.) was not time to stop the traip, and the engine was bound to run straight over the little tot, but somehow I thought Minnie might just manage to snatch her away. But she didn’t move, sir, only just stood there waving to me smiling. 1 could sce that she was smil ing, though it was nearly dark and she was a hundred feet away from me. And in the center of the track stood little Margaret, with her arms stretched out to me. | “You know, sir, she’s used to play | at signaling, and as I looked 1 saw her stretch out her arms sidewise, as though she wanted the train to stop. That used to be the ‘halt’ signal l‘in the old days when I played with | e Jknows that { her. I'd be the engine, and I'd go chooing up to her, and when che held her arms out like that I'd have to pull 1in. Then she'd let one fall, maybe, and I could go past on that side. “Well, all this was the work of a few moments, though I've taken time enough to tell it to you. There stood the little girl in the middle of the line, and before I could even begin to slow down the engine had struck her and gone—right through her! Ran through her without a tremor. And then I real- ized that it hadn’t been my child of { flesh and blood I'd seen, but only a wraith. And then I thought my imag- ination had played fast and loose With me, and I cursed myself for a fool, be- cause when once a man loses grip of himselt he’s no use any more in the cab of an engine. “And of course that would mean the end of my job, and I didn’t know what would happen to Minnie. “I was so scared I set the brakes, and the train slowed down. She's come most to a stop before I got con- trol over myself again. I thought of Vice-President James on board, and I opened up again. But I looked back as we rounded the bend that leads to the top of Geddes hill, and the line was clgar, perfectly clear. I seemed to have double vision that night; I could see ‘through’ the darkness in a way I've never been able to explain. And there wasn't anybody on the line. “I opened up, as I was saying. But we'd just got to the top of Geddes hill, ready for the quick run down to | the old bridge. And suddenly a red illght sprang up and lit up the sky. YOU SEE THIS PICTURE? THIS I8 NO FANCY, IT'S A FACT. YOU CAN'T TREE WITHOUT A RUOT; YOU CAN'T BUILD A HOus, OUT A FOUNDATION; YOU CAN'T BUILD A FORTUN OUT PUTTING MONEY INTO THE BANK TO GROW. AND IT IS MIGHTY COMFORTABLE TO HAVE A Fo WHEN YOU ARE OLD. START ONE NOW. BANK SOME OF YOUR EARNINGS. BANK _WITH US. WE PAY 5 PER CENT INTEREST ON.TIME DEPOS|TS, American State Bank BE AN AMERICAN, ONE OF us.” GRoy E E And in front of me, at the bottom of the half-mile of grade I saw the old bridge in flames. “I pulled in then, as you can under- stand, and, though we'd started on the steep descent I managed to get the train to a standstill, about a dozen yards this side. The bridge was burned clean through, and under us was Rock Gorge, some seventy feet or more, Then I knew why Margaret had | come, and what she'd meant when she . put out her arms like that. “Well, sir, Vice-President James was naturally pleased, but what I wanted to say was about Minnie, It | seemed that when she stood there smil- ing to me she said she'd felt just as though Margaret wasn’t very far away from her. And when I told her she wasn't surprised, somehow. I guess that's the way it is. We know the truth, if we close our chattering minds ; and open our hearts. But there's the new bridge of steelwork. Ain't she a beauty?” CAN CARRY ENORMOUS LOAD Korean Coolie “Packs” Five Hundred Pounds, and Thinks Little of the Burden, Now is the Time to Lay In a Supplv 49 98 Ib. Sacks Best Plain Flour - $3.85 24 Ib. Sacks Best Plain Flour - 1.00 12 Ib. Sacks Best Plain Flour - 50¢ 98 Ib. Srlf-Rising Flour Lo - 400 E. 6. TWEEDELL | PHONE 59 RARMRALIER RIS bt 404100 0.0 005 9 g St bl P l I | l The Korean of the poorer class is born to a life of pack-horse servitude, He {8 a beast of burden and little else. From the moment he can stand stead- ily upon his legs and bend his back to a poise of iron-like rigidity, the burden is rolled upon him. He {s only a little 'leathor-sklmmd man, more often un- der five feet in height than over it, and rather insignificant in build, but when it comes to those muscles up and' down his back, he's a wonder. Once the load is in place, which he stoops camel-like to receive, he can carry 500 pounds upon his back and trot with it. With a rack made of forked sticks, known as a “jiggy,” having a basket- like receptacle, he can Carry a perfect- 1y paralyzing load of stones or of other building material. The “Jiggy" is sup- ported by means of straps over the carrier's shoulders and others secured about the hips. It is both cart and wheelbarrow. The Korean coolie takes to no other kind of vehicle, What was good enough for his fore- fathers 300 years ago is 8ood enough for him. G B e BOG Bl BB BB B B BB BB DRP DGO @ + @ Peculiarities of Light. No influegce of any form of attrac- tion on light had ever been noticed un- til some years ago, when Zeemann showed that a powerful magnet vis. ibly altered the position of certain lines in the spectrum. Now it appears likely that gravitation has a similar, though not the same, effect. Magnet- ism splits up the spectral lines, exert- ing a broadening effect, while gravita- tion shifts them all alike in one direc- tion. For instance, in the solar spec- trun®, whose rays at their origin have Passed through the powerful fleld of gravity in the sun's vicinity, all the lines appear shifted toward the .red, s compared with similar lines from terrestrial light. \ This Is the Busy Buildi n LET’S HAVE As;mll.ll:lgénngoos:? i Every building that is built brings just so much Prosperity to the community. Get Busy and Build? | Germang Using Esperanto, The German 8overnment is using We are usual E sually busy, - Esperanto, probably the beat of the that we could not by proec <r, S0, busy nvented “universal” languages, to iNeec Ot be busier, and will get spread the German Jusy with your build; as submitted to us, See Us for Lumber and Buil Lakeland Many Propaganda in neutral countries. Official communi- cations, speeches of the kaiser, and a pamphlet entitled “The Truth About the War,” have already been Published in Esperanto, and sent by German Esperantists to their ng business as soon ding Material e ————— One Thing He Was Sure of. “As a matter of fact,” said the law- yer for the defendant, trying to be sarcastic, “you were scared half to death, and don't know whether it was & motor-car or something resembling & motorcar that hit you." “It re. Sembled one all right,” the plaintife made answer. “I was forcibly struck by the resemblance.” Recipe for Peace. Andtommllmdn'mv. make for yourself mests of pleasant ~—Ruskin. | perts have decided that ivy benefits / \—/ Wflm“m Mdanaas T J.B. STREATER I({:QNthRACTOR AND BUILDER aving 3d twen Shrosd e Youts ek <orrespondents S ¢ factunng Compafly _— LAKELAND, FLA. Miles of Film. e It has been calculated that nearly three hundred million feet, or more than fifty-five thousand miles, of film are used up yearly to satisty the world's demand for moving pictures. —_—fP How vy Benefits Wallg, After extensive tests German on ty-one years’ i in buildiof rather than o and cont, ) Cxperience in bui Tule on which i rome by ek |§ S0 renmir g in Lakeland ang vicinity, feel competest Superfiuous molstu:« trom them, building, wilj p, ¢S in this line. If comtemplatiof —— % mation, € pleased to furnigy estimates and all infor Baware of Buaranteed. : Discontent is Phone 169. the father of tompts don.—Amiel. - 5 J. B. STREATER