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LAWYER pondo Bldg., Lakeland, Floride KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT l..‘AW Office in Munn Bu!ldlnl Lakeland Florida DR. RICHARD LEFFERS HYSICIAN AND SURGEON ms 2-3, Skipper Building Over Postoffice . W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Upstairs East of Court Hous BARTOW. FLA. pination of Titles and Resy &v tate Law a Speclalty . HERMAN WATSON, M. D. M -Groover Bldg. phones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Florids J. K. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Building ctice in all courts. Homestead. claimg located and contested Eetablished in July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST m 14 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT ibler Hotel, Lakeland, Florida T. M. BRYAN ARCHITECT Room 8 Elliston Building P. 0. Box 605 Lakeland, Florida L2 OFFICE ROOMS FOR REN In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted in the City Running{Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE SICK ? §3 Lakeland Sanitarium rs. Hanna HARDIN BLD GONFESSING HIS SINS By ELSIE DESMOND. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Rev. John Curtice was to take a ! holiday, and Stapleville was aston- | ished. During the forty years in which i be had had charge of the church ke | had never been absent a single Sun- day. He had the largest and most popular church in the little town, and | had married at least.half the adult inhabitants He had baptized per- | haps three-quarters of the children, | and had watched them grow up ' from blinking, squalling infants inte | hard-headed men and comely women ! —or otherwise. And now Rev. John Curtice was to ! take a holiday. “I'm going to run up to New York for a couple of weeks and see my brother,” he said. “We haven't met since we were boys. And maybe that will give me leisure to think over my novel.” For almost as many years as he had been rpastor Rev. John Cartice | had been going to write his novel, a ' great human novel of a mi er's la- bors. It was known that he had got | as far as the middle of the book, but he always stuck there. “Yes s Bennett,” he said to an ! n ardent | member of his congregation, “I hope ! to get my 1deas in shape at last during | my vacation And perhaps I shall come back a better man and a bet- | ter minister.’ | “Oh, no, Mr. Curtice!" exclaimed Miss Bennett. “I have made mistakes, I know, Miss Bennett, 1 know. 1 have mar- ried people whom I should never have married, who threw it up against me in their hearts—" | . The fact was that Miss Bennett had been working on the pastor’s mind for | a long time, and had got him into a | rather melancholy mood. According ! to Miss Bennett there never was such | a town as Stapleville for matrimonial | discord. Miss Bennett ran to the minister with some tale of trouble | every week. If he had been a less charitable man he might have placed the origin of many of these stories in Miss Bennett's mind. But, rather overworked as he was, he attributed ' to himself a good deal for which he was in no wise to blame, Two days later the locum tenens, | Mr Halford, arrived, was introduced ' to the parishioners, and the pastor de- parted Then came the debacle, which was to create more excitement in Staple- ville than a presidential election or an earthquake, or the fall of the Met- ropolitan Life tower—if it could fall. Miss Bennett was the retailer of this choice piece of news. “I heard him with my own ears last night,” she told the excited lis- ! teners at the Dorcas meeting. “L had gone to his house to ask him whether he had told Mr. Halford about that new altar cloth we were ' to have next Sunday, but seeing Mr. Halford sitting with Mr. Curtice by the window, I naturally hesitated to go in, being a single woman. And then I heard Mr. Curtice say, in a most | solemn voice: “Tes, I have deceived everybody. I have lived a lie all these years, but now I can live it no longer, and [ am going away to hide my head from these good people whom I have wronged. I have never been or- dained a minister. I am an impos- tor!"" “Sakes -alive, you must have been dreaming, Bessie!" exclaimed Mrs Bates "I met him on his way to the depot this morning, and I never saw a cheerier man or one with the look of a better conscience on his face.” The consternation in Stapleville can be better imagined than described. ' The whole town was buzzing about Mr. Halford's ears. In vain he pro- tested that, to the best of his belief, | Mr. Curtice was an ordalned clergy- | man; he told how highly he was es- teemed in the diocese. Finally a tel- ' egram was sent to the pastor urging nim to return at once He came on the next train, sensing ! misfortune. He was met by an ex-| cited crowd. They surrounded him, ' accusing, clamoring; they followed | him to his home, and it was only when | pe laid his proofs of ordination be- fore them that they turned upon Miss | Bennett, who had prudently fled as | soon as she saw that Mr. Curtice had | justified himself. “If she were a man, I'd shoot her,” | said Horace Howard, sliding his arm | vound his wife's waist. 1‘ “And that's just where 1 agree with ! you, said Timothy Ranger, embrac-, ing his wife openly in the presence of all. They were still in the pastor’s study | when a little party of them returned, bringing with them the weeping and | lamenting Miss Bennett. “Here is the mouth that spread that story,” cried her captor, Mrs. Clrl'.i the caretaker of the parish house. | “And I was saying to her, it's up to her to own in the presence of you all that it was a wicked invention.” “But I heard you,” wept Miss Ben- nett. “Do you dare to tell me, Mr. Curtice, that you didn’t tell Mr. Hal- ford you had never been ordained, and that your life had been a lie?” Suddenly the pastor burst 'zto a roar of laughter. «“Why—why—" he exclaimed, “T—1 —you see, he, being a literary man, 1 was reading to him the opening sen- tence of chapter nine of my novel.” ———— Realization. “Did you realize anything on your gold-mine investments? “Yes; I real- ized that somebody was playing me for a sucker.”—Buffalo Express. e lymputmfle.l..-“ tty hard to sl “It's pretty o ot the -mpummnuhr-fl'h !w.mwhna'l" she replied, sympathetically. “Why don’t you turn over and sleep on your back for & lit- te while? Ye bain’t wore it out lyln on it, hev ye?"—Judge. , under a table. ' the thing out to his tormentor. His Little Boy’s Pistol This happened some thirty years ago. Manners in the far west are better now than they were then. Indeed they are as civilized there as any where else. A stagecoach drew up in front of al tavern in a small town where gun law was the only law on the statute book. | But even that was an unwritten law, for there was no statute books to write it in. A yonng man, dressed in the ordinary business costume of New York or Chicago or Philadelphia ot any other eastern city, got out of the coack with the other passengers and went into the tayern. He asked if there were any letters for him. The landlord handed him one. He read it and hunted through his pockets for his cigar case. Not finding it at once. he took out seven articles while making | the search, among them a small pistol. Seve men, denizens of the coun- try. were lounging about, among them a red faced man with a stubble beard and as many scars on his face as a German student member of a dueling corps. This man caught sight of the | new arrival's pistol, and it at once ex- | cited his interest. “Lemme see that, stranger,” he said, The young man handed him the pis tol, and he looked it over with evident pleasure and amusement. “Purty, isn't it?" he remarked. He continued to examine it, cocking and uncocking it. Meanwhile the stranger found his cigar case and, lean ing a chair up on its hind legs against the wall, sat down on it, resting his heels on the front round and. lighting a cigar, smoked. “What do you do with it¥" inquired the red faced man. i The stranger smoked on withoug making any reply. His sang froid ex- cited the attention of the bystanders, who commenced to move uneasily away. The man who asked the ques- | tlon was Scar Joe, so called from the traces of his many fights. He was not used to asking questions and re- ceiving no reply. He cast a single glance at the stranger and went on cocking and uncocking the revolver. “Goin' to make a birthday gift of it to your little boy?" he asked. Still no reply. N “Will it shoot?" persidted Scar Joe. This third question eliciting no reply the westerner took a quick aim at the | stranger's cigar and fired, and cigar and sparks left the smoker's lips. He didn't turn pale. He didn’t look at Scar Joe reproachfully or fearfully or any other way. He didn’t look at him at all. e simply took out anoth- er cigar, lighted it and went on smok- fog. “Does shoot, don't it? Shoots purty straight, don't it? I wonder if 1 could do it again!™ He fired a second shot with like re- sults. The stranger remained as im- perturbable as before, taking out an- other cigar and lighting it with as lit- tle apparent objection to this waste of cigurs as if he were loaded down with them. Again Scar Joe sent it flying amid a shower of sparks. “Stranger.” said the smoker in a soft | volce, “you're one of the best shots 1 ever saw. That pistol I've brought from the enst as a present for my wife. I've got another for my little girl that I'll bet you can't hit a silver dollar with at ten yards.” “Lemme see it.” The stranger thrust his right hand| into bis trousers pocket and grasped something that he drew out so clutched n his fist thut it was not easy to dis- cern what It was. One of the lookers on, with better or quicker sight than the others, seemed to get on to some- | thing about to happen, for he ducked The stranger reached It ex- ploded, and Scar Joe staggered back- ward, ot the same time putting his hand to his hip The something in the stranger's fist exploded again, and the westerner fell dead. One would naturally suppose that those present wpuld be chlefly interest- ed in the fallen man. So they were till they were convinced that he had received his last scar. Then all of a sudden their minds concentrated on the thing in the stranger hands that had Jone the work. All eyes turned toward bim curiously. He had returned the explosive thing to his pocket. “Landlord,” he said, “I'd like some- thing to eat before I go. My wife ‘writes me that she’ll send a team for me to be here at 2. It's now 1. ['ve just time for dinner.” “1 say, stranger.” said one present, “would you mind lettin' us see what that was you shot him with?’ “1 know what It 1s,” sald the man who had sought safety under the table. “It's a bulldog. | seen 'em before. They're the ugliest weapon at short range they is goin'” The stranger took out a short, thickh pistol with a very stocky barrel and al- lowed the party to examine it. “Was t'other one really a gift for your wife?" asked one. “Certainly. When I was called east he asked me to bring her a revolver uitable for a woman.” While the stranger was dining the body of his victim was belng removed, When his team arrived and he was driving away one of the crowd who had gathered to see him off cried out: “Much obleeged for gettin® rid of Scar Joe. He was gittin’ to be a nuisance.” On the identical spot where this episode happened there is now a band- some hotel. lighted by electricity and baving all the modera improvementa, An Anti-Suffrage Viewpoint. Gaylor (in cafe dansant)—‘“There’s my wife! And I'll bet she’s looking for me!” Fair Companion—“Oh, dear! Why can’t some people understand that woman's place is ‘n the home?"— Puck. Daily Thought. Nine-tenths of the good that is done in the world is the result not o. laws, however wise, or of resolutions how- | ever strong, but of the personal influ- ence of individual men and “omen.— Sir Samuel Chbisholm. | stenographer, Miss Holt?" he inquired | upon the last of these occasions. | sians, 240,000; total, 400,000. At Wa- terloo—French, 71,947; allles, 67,661; total, 139,608. At Gettysburg—Federal, EARNING A TROUSSEAU (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Simmonds, the owner of the chain of stores, was a man between sixty and seventy years of age. He had a fringe of white whiskers under his chin, he was not particularly well groomed or spruce; in short, he was not in the least the kind of elderly gentleman who would attract the af-| fections of a pretty girl of twenty. | Lizzie had secured her position the | first day she looked for one She had | come up from the country, and when | she had saved up the price of a trous- seau—a really elegant one—she meant to let George Robbins, at present em- ployed in their home town as mana- | ger of a little local store, lead herl to the altar. Simmonds certainly appeared inter- ested in Lizzie. Before the girl had been in the store a month he had! already contrived to have her sum- | moned to his private office at least a | dozen times. “How would you like to act as my “I don’t know much about stenog- | raphy,” admitted Lizzie. “But [ could | learn, I suppose,” she added, think- ing ot the increased salary and the improved trousseau that would re—! sult therefrom. i “Well, I'll tell you what I'll do,” said the old man, staring at her i a way that brought the blushes to her cheeks. “I'll pay for you to learn at the night school on the mnext block. Then when you are competent, maybe | there will be a place for you inhere!” The stenography lessons were a failure. Lizzie made no progress at all. Her vain little head was filled with the thought of the trousseau, and the hooks would turn the wrong way, | and the consonants turn themselves | into impossible angles. Meanwhile Lizzie continued at the store. Sim- | mond's attentions were now the talk | of everyone. Lizzie could stand it no | longer. “Well, I'm going in to resign,” de. clared Lizzie, and stalked toward the private office. | The girls waited. Exactly at the | noon hour Lizzie emerged, a bright | crimson, by the side of Simmonds, whose arm was drawn through hers. Down the aisle they walked, Lizzie crimsoning still more as all eyes were turned on her. So they went into the street, and Bill, the boy who swept up, reported at one o'clock that they were having dinner at Haffney's. f Lizzie Holt's vain and childish | mind was fairly turned by her em- ployer's attentions. She spent the | afternoon careless of the black looks of all around her. She was living over that delicious hour again. Mr. Simmonds certainly was a gentleman, even if he was old. But that night, when the reaction had come, the girl faced the problem in her room alone more seriously than she had ever faced | anything. She was not so ignorant of life but that she could see the meaning of her employer's maneuvers. But she was ignorant enough to feel helpless. | She could not face the crowd in the store again. Either she must be true ! to George or—well, she saw the alter- native quite plainly as the hours wore away. And to her credit the thought | of George triumphed. ! The next day she left her rooming ! house and engaged @ room in anoth- | er. She did not yeturn to the store She obtained a position with Mar- | shall's, and in a week she had com- pletely forgotten the incident, except | that she felt a little proud of herself as the heroine of a quasi-adventure. Then one day a familiar figure en- tered. He was an old gentleman with a fringe ot white beard, and he was accompanied by a very motherly look- ing old lady. They came slowly upI to the perfumery counter. Simmonds looked up, to encounter Lizzie's fright- | ened eyes fixed on his “Why, bless my soul, it's Miss Holt!” “Here, mother! This is the young lady I was telling you about, who disappeared so mysteriously from the store.” The motherly woman came up.to ! Lizzle. “My husband has been talking to me so much about you,” she said. “I am sorry you went away. But I un- derstand how you felt. You see, Her- man is a little abrupt and strange in his ways. Go away, Herman! I am | going to talk to Miss Holt now “You see, my dear,” she continued, “we lost our only daughter a year ago, and Herman was passionately devoted to her. And after you got to | working in the store he came home | and said to me, ‘Mother, one of our | new young ladies is the very image cf poor Lucile’ “I told him that it musu be imag- ination, but he kept talking about you and so I promised him that I would | call and see you. You know Her-| man is always interested in his young ladies, but he really felt like a father | toward you. And he knows how hard a girl's life is in New York, and want- ed to do all sorts of things for you. ‘But you mustn't scare the girl, 1 kept telling him. He did, though, djdn’t he? But now you understand the situation, and—you’ll forgive Her- nan, won't you?” And the trousseau was finer than anything Lizzie had ever dreamed ot Don't worry. The song of the lawn mower will soon be teard in the sub- urbs. The Real Truth. “De man dat says he’s discouraged,” sald Uncle Eben, “is mighty liable to find out dat he’s hankerin’ to quit work an’ go fishin.” e Some Big Battles. At Leipsic the forces were: French, 160,000; Austrians, Prussians and Rus- 95,000; Confederate, 75,000; total, 170,000. At Mukden—Russian, 400, 000; Japanese, 301,000; total, 701,000. BITS OF WISDOM. Self culture is practical or it proposes as one of its chief erds to fit us for action, to make us efficient in whatever we under- take, to train us to firmness of purpose and to fruitfulness of resource in common life and es- pecially in emergencies, in tinys of difficulty, danger and trial— Channing. Special SALES Each Saturday and Monday When the year becomes cold then we know how the pine and the cypress are the last to lose their leaves—i. e, men are not known save in the times of ad- versity.—Confucius. Employ thy time well if thou meanest to gain leisure, and. since thou art not sure of a min- ute, throw not away an hour.— Poor Richard. Wouldst thou be such a man, single hearted selfishness. who hast no sympathy with the suf- fering, no smile with the happy? Feel less for thyself and more for others and the happiness of others shall make thee happy.— Gerald \ JENNY KISSED ME. Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumpt from the chair she satin Time, you thief! get Sweets into your4ist put that in. Who love to Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old. but add— Jenny kissed me. —Lelgh Hunt. Hardware Co. Place of Business THE DECLARATION. Upon the whole, this (the Dec- laration of Independence) is the most commanding and the most pathetic utterance in any age, in any language of national griev- ances and of national purposes, having a Demosthenic momen- tum of thought and a fervor of emotional appeal such as Tyrtae- us might have put into his war songs. [ndeed, the Declaration of Independence 1s a kind of wdr song. It is a stately and a passionate chant of human free- dom, It is a prose lyric of civil and military heroism. We may be altogether sure that no gen- uine development of literary faste among the American peo- ple in any period of our future history can result in serious mis- fortune to this particular speci- men of American literature.— Moses Coit Tyler. Is where you SHOULD GO at all times for HARDWARL Building Material Such as Lime, Cement, Brick, Wall Plaster, Sash, Doors, Oils Paints, Stains, & Varnishes Stoves, Ranges, Oil and Gasoline Boss Ovens Farming Implements, Plows, Cultivators Garden Tools, Hoes, Rakes, Hand Plows L OLD AGE AND DEATH. \ The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er: So calm are we when passions are no more, For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, too certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes a Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, batter- ed and decayed, Lets In new light through chinks that time has made. Stronger by weakness, men become As they draw near to their eter- nal home. Leaving the old. both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new. —Edmund Waller. Our highest Ideals are Quality ano Service wiser Come to sce us and let us supply your needs THE FILIPINOS. 5 Some of our friends who are zealously advocating independ- ence for the Philippines are not in possession of the facts. The great mass of the Filipino people not only have no desire for inde- imiineer | HARDWARE CO. what independence means. The oz Must Little Homeless sponsible for his acts and pro- tect him from their conse- quences, Having raised up a badly bebaved boy and turned bim loose, we should keep any- body from spanking him.—Dean C. Worcester, Secretary of In- terior and Member of Philippine Commission. Children Suffer In Florida? an American fleet lying outside of Manila bay to prevent any- body from interfering with him. In other words, we should be re- WE DO NOT BELIEVE that the good people of Flor- ida realize that there are right now in our State Hundreds of littde children in real need—some absolutely homeless— that just must be cared for. PESSIMISM. We are but as the leaves which appear with the flowers of spring.—Homer. "Tis best for mortals not to have been born or to look upon the light of the sun. No mortal 1s happy all his days.—Bacchy- lides. We feel sure—that they do not know that there are hun- dreds of worthy mothers in Florida who are just struggling to keep their little ones alive—and at home. We just cannot believe—that with these facts true—and every orphanage in Florida crowded to the doors—that the people of Florida will let our great work which has cared for 850 of these little ones this year alone—go down for lack of funds to keep it up. Your immediate help—is greatly needed—right now—Please send what you can to-day—to R. V. 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