Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 14, 1915, Page 6

! The Professions ; - OIMWW Chiropractor DR. J Q. SCARBOROUGH, Lady in Attendance In Dyches Building Between Park and Auditorium OFFICE HOURS 8to11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 5 p. m. 7:00 to 8:00 p. m.. Camsultation and Examination Free. Residence Phone 240 Black —————————————————————— G. D. & H D. MEND CONSULTING ENGINEERS Suite 212-215 Drane Building Lakeland, Fla. Phosphate Land Examinations and Plant Designs Karthwork Speciailsts surveys. ———————————————— Resldence phone, 278 Black. Office phone, 278 Blue. DR. SARAH F. WHEELER OSTEOPATH Munn Anunex, Door South of Firsi National Bank Lakeland, Florida e —— DR. W. R. GROOVER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 6 and 4. Kentuckv Buildins Lakeland, Florida DR. W. B. MOON PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Telephone 350 Postscript L] n | (Copyright, 1912, soclated Literary Billy Jelliff read’ Amy’'s letter three times. It was a very friendly little note thanking him for some lovely roses and asking him to come to tea that afternoon. That was all, but it was not enough for Billy Jelliff nor would it have satisfied any other {young man who had indited seven | pages breathing undying love and de- | votion and asking her for just one word of encouragement in return. Amy had not vouchsafed even one word. Her customary: “Dear Mr. Jel- liff,” smote him coldly when he tore open the letter. The conventional tone of the rest of the missive chilled him thoroughly and after he had read it for the third time he folded it carefully and placed it in his bill case where | he cherished the first note he had ever received from her, together with a rosebud she had given to him. “This ends the whole business,” he declared solemnly and thereupon in- dited a formal note of regret for his inability to come to tea that afternoon and hastily packed a bag ard cleared out of town. It was very easy for Billy Jelliff to | run dway from the scene of this heart disaster, for he had plenty of money— , if he had been a poorer youth he ' would have had to remain at his daily tasks, drilling through the monoton- ous grind of the wage-earner with nothing to still his aching heart. | But Billy had money and he had a | Channing made no answer. It was time to return to camp, and he led the way down the narrow trail, Billy fol- lowing dejectedly. Billy prepared supper while Chan- ning skinned and cut up a goat he had shot earlier in the day. While the juicy steaks broiled over the fire, Chan- {ning scanned the surrounding peaks with his strong field glasses hoping | against hope that the giant ram might /still be in the neighborhood. The chances were against good luck. By this time the ram might be many miles away and might not cross their track for months. “I wanted those horns,” groaned Channing as he sat down to supper. “I'll get 'em for you before I leave these regions,” declared Billy, with murder in his eye. “I promised them to’ Ethel for the dining room,” went on Channing, whose wife was in Europe. “You'll have them if I spend the rest of my days here,” said Billy, doggedly. “You'll never have another shot like that,” predicted Channing. “Perhaps.” Later as they sat before the camp- fire smoking in silence, Channing, who had been watching Billy's gloomily thoughtful face for some time, broke out suddenly: “What's the matter with you, any- way, Billy?” Billy exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked into the bowl of his pipe. “Er—nothing,” he answered. “That means a girl,” sald Channing dicially. Billy was silent. “What became of the pretty red- haired girl you used to follow around last winter?” pursued Channing, con- fident that now he was on the right trail to the source of Billy’s extraor- dinary behavior, for normally Billy Ju Hours 9 to 11, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 | friend who had started to hunt goats Jelliff was an ardent sportsman. Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida ——————————— Law Office of A. X. ERICKSON Bryant Building A. X. ERICKSON J. C. WILLIAMS E. W. THOMSON Notary, Depositions attended. 0. 0. Rogers Edwin Spenc ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryant Bullding Lakelang, Florida EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER faymondo Bldg., Lakeland, KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW Office in Munn Bullding Lakeland Florida DR. RICHARD LEFFERS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 2-3, Skipper Bullding Over Postoffice .. W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Office Upstairs East of Court Hous BARTOW, FLA. Cxamination of Titles and Rea, Xv tate Law a Speclalty W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. Telephones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Florids J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Bullding .Practice in all courts. Homestead. claimg located and contested Batablished 1n July; 1500 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST Room 14 and 15 Kentucky Building LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT Kibler Hotel, Lakeland, Florida T. M. BRYAN ARCHITECT Room 8 Elliston Bullding P. 0. Box 605 Lakeland, Florida 2 OFFICE ROOMS FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted in the City Running]Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE SICK? $8 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Hanna 3 THIS IS THE TRADE MARK BOX OF GENUINE TEETHINA in the Canadian Rockles. Billy man-| aged to overtake him at Winnipeg and without stating his particular griev- ! ance, announced that.he had changed his mind about remaining in New York for the rest of the season, Jim Channing found his companion singularly disinterested concerning the slaying of mountain goats. Jim would | sit patiently for six hours crouching behind a jutting crag waiting for his shy quarry to pass by and would count himself lucky if he grazed the hide of a goat as it skipped past. On the other hand Billy Jelliff would sit patiently for many hours, his eyes His Eyes Fixed on Vacancy. | fixed on vacancy, his thoughts intent on the questions that continually tor- tured: him—why had Amy given him such open encouragement if she didn't care? Her sincerity had always been her greatest charm for him. As he sat thus in the high places, his gun resting in the hollow of his arm, goats came and went undisturb- ed by him, One day a glant ram perched on an opposite crag for ten minutes had stared at him and Billy stared dream- ily back at the handsome creature, thinking what a fine picture it made sllhouetted against the blue sky—he wished that Amy had been there to see it, too! Jim Channing saw the ram at the same time, but he was out of range, and as he wormed his way toward Billy's retreat, fearing that that youth was either dead or dying, the ram snuff- ed the scent and disappeared. “‘Oh, pshaw!"” muttered Billy as the “plcture” vanished. “What's the matter?” demanded Channing, pale with just indignation, “DIid you see it?” asked Billy, still dazed from his dreaming. “See what?" “The goat—finest specimen I ever saw—why—er—I suppose you think it funny I didn't bring him down,” stam- mered Billy, suddenly realizing the enormity of his offense in the eyes of a thorough sportsman like Chan- ning. “Not at all,” retorted Channing sar- castically. “We're not up here to shoot goats—merely to photograph them! Too bad youdidu’t have a cam- era along!"” Billy writhed, but he remained si- lent. There was nothing to say. “That's the big ram I've been trail- Ing for three days—I told you all about him last night after supper—and you let him get away!" Channing's voice was tragic, almost tearful. “I'm sorry, old man,” murmured the shamed Billy. “I should have stayed HARDIN BLD |« ro=e Sometimes Lonely, Though. One advantage in being good is found in the fact that you avold crowds ! : Father’s Feeling. “Your father seems to look upon me with disfavor.” *“Not exactly that More like curiosity "—Buffalo Ex- oress i f Invented to Amuse King. ! Playing cards are said to have been invented in 1390 to divert Charles IV, then king of France, who had fallen into a melancholy mood. | at school—Amy—Amy Ray! | reading the little { would find it. Billy affected nonchalance. “I've followed so many girls around,” he murmured with a wry smile. “Oh, T can remember her name if I must! She was a chum of Ethel's, ‘Where is she now—married?” “For all T know,” murmured Billy indifferently, but there was that in his voice that told much to his ex- perienced companion. “Of course I don't want to butt in, old man, but if it will .elieve your chest any to talk about it, tell it to me—I'm as safe as a tomb.” Thereupon with many haltings Billy unbosomed himself to Channing even to telling about the letter he had written to Amy and of her cool reply. “What do you think of that for a reply to a letter like mine?” he de- manded taking Amy’s worn little note from his bill case and giving it to his friend. Jim Channing held the note close to | the fire and read it; then, with the ex- perience of the married, he turned the | sheet over looked at the back, unfold- ed it and peered inside. “Of course you read the postscript,” he said. “What's the matter with that?” “Postscript!” yelled Billy. “What? Where?” “Why inslde here—between the ' sheets—just where any shy little girl i like Amy Ray would hide it. I'm go- ing for a stroll. Don’t kick yourself off the mountain before T come back!” Billy did not hear him—he was postsceript which Amy had tucked away insido the pages, confident that his sharp eyes “I can't write what I want to say to you—but I will tell you when you come to tea, dear Billy! Yours, Amy.” Channing came back to find him brooding tenderly over the postscript. “I suspect I'll have to shoot here alone now,” he grumbled. “Not on your life!” promised Billy. “I'm going down the mountain to mail a letter tomorrow—then I'll come back and get that big goat for you. I've got to get a pair of horns for Amy, you know!"” “Ah!” grinned Channing. “I sup- pose the postscript to this affair will be wedding bells—eh?” “I hope s0,” said Billy solemnly. SURE ABOUT THE SUFFERING Small Boys, in Their Ideas of the Suf- ragette, Were Certain of One Thing, Anyway. To two little French-American boys belongs the credit of establishing new and logical definitions of woman suffrage. The boys are Paul and Allan Ull- man, the little sons of Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Paul Ullman, whose home is in Paris, and who have been spending a part of this winter in New York. The boys have heard much, of course, of suffrage and the militant move- ment, and the other day Paul, who is 6, turned to Alan, who is 6, and said: “Do you know what a suffragette 1s?” “Yes,” responded Alan, promptly, “I do. A suffragette is a lady that wants to have something to do with the government and the men won't let her and so she suffers. She suf- fers awful.” Paul shook his head. “I don't think it's that way,” he differed. “I think a suffragette’s a lady that breaks win- dows and gets put in jail. And them won't eat anything, and that's how she suffers. I bet she suffers awful!™ Too True. Mrs. Bacon—I understand one can learn different languages from the phonograph? Mrs. Egbert—Well, since our neigh- bor got his I know my husband has used language I never heard him use before. Dailly Thought. If you censure your friend for every fault he commits there will come a time when you will have no friend to censure —Arabian Proverb. Origin of Auction Sales. Auction sales originated in an- clent Rome, and were introduced to engble soldiers to dispose of spoils of war. To Cure Hysteria. Wrap mustard plasters on hznds, wrists, seles and palms, and allow pa- tient to rest. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman) “I won't stand it any longer!” de- ciared Vincent Brown stormily. “Neither would I,” asserted his friend and familiar, Tom Rogers. “Three times and out is the limit, you know?” “Yes,” muttered Vincent gloomily, glancing across a vacant village block to the next street, “this is the third time she has been out driving with that fellow. He thinks he's some, doesn't he, hiring the best rig in town!” “She”’ was Nellie Duncan, the belle of the'place. “That fellow” was a sus- pected rival, a stranger, and this, in- deed, was the third time he had taken Miss Duncan for an afternoon spin. “Who is he?” inquired Tom. “I hear his name is Ralston. He is a civil engineer or something of that sort, and has some interest in the bullding of that big dam down the riv- ' er. He can't be very busy, to come up here each day and spend two or three hours with Nellfe.” “Well, you said you weren't going to stand it any longer,” observed Tom aft- er a pause, “And I'm not!” vociferated Vincent, firing up. “What you going to do about it, if I may inquire?” “Get even with Nellie. She’s either trying me out, or wants to make me jealous.” “Why don’t you ask her which?” propounded Tom bluntly. “I don’t have a chance. You see, it was at a picnic we got engaged. Her mother is a contrary, irrational piece of goods. Just as likely as not, Nellie told me, if she saw me atten- tive to her daughter she'd put the A Last Glance Showed Nellie Still Staring. clamps straight on, so Nellie advised that we keep our affair a secret until her father got back. She can coax him into anything, see?” “I do see,” responded Tom, “but I also see this fellow Ralston cutting the ground out from under your feet. You've got to have an explanation, or do something.” “I'm going to,” asserted Vincent stanchly. “What?" “I'm golng to make Nellle jealous.” “How?" “By letting her see me with some girl driving around, just as she does. You know that double seated motor- cycle of mine? Well, for an evening or two Miss Nellie is going to see me go whizzing past her house with a well-dressed veiled lady seated behind me on the machine.” “Why, say!” brightened up Tom, “that harum-scarum sister of mine will help you out in that.™ “Oh, dear, no!” demurred Vincent in a way as it he was frightened. “Why not? She's engaged to an- other fellow. She won't try to lure you away from this devoted flame of yours.” “I don’t want to burn all my bridges behind me,” declared Vincent vague- ly. “In fact, I—that 1s—I haven't much heart in getting close to any other girl than Nellie, so I—well, I've got my scheme.” “Have? Then why don’t you tell it?” challenged Tom, but Vincent would say no more. They parted, and Vin- cent went gloomily on his way, medi- tating deeply. Abcut the middle of the afternoon Vincent went to the shed behind his home where he kept his motorcycle. Another friend of his, the son of a local merchant, was waiting for him. “Got it?” inquired Vincent eagerly. “The whole outfit,” was the prompt reply. “Will 12 work?™ “Like a charm!” The sreaker proceeded to open & Regulating the Watch. It one has an opportunity to com- pare his watch daily at a certain time with some source of standard time, as with the time as sent by telegraph or by wireless signals, or by regular comparizon with some accurate clock, as one daily passes a jeweler's store, for instance, it would be well to es- tablish the habit of winding the watch at that time, as it is better to have such daily comparisons at the time the watch is wound, and more regular winding will usually .ensue. ———— Hubby's Joke. “Won't your wife sing for w “Sure! 1 just asked her mot to."— The Mischief Maker. large box. He produced a flexible dressinaker's model. It was made of papier mache, but as he proceeded to fix up the bald head with glossy ring- lets and adapt a hat, dress and wrap. the dummy figure assumed form, grace and elegance. “Now then, Vincent,” he observed, “all you've got to do is to strap that model into the hind seat of your ma- chine, put a veil on it and—isn't it natural?” For a fact it was, as the two schem- ers perfected their plan—to all seem- ing a charming, up-to-date young lady occupied the rear seat of the motor cycle. It had cost Vincent something to help out his precious scheme, but he did not mind that. Just as the sun lwent down and twilight came on he | drove out of the shed. The figure was well strapped on, the gloved hands rested quite maturally on the handles | in front of it. [ Vincent drove on until ke came into the street where Nellie's home was | slgnal horn g blast. Nellie was on the located. As he neared it he gave his porch. Vincent pretended not to oh-‘ serve her, but a sidelong glance ad- | vised him that she had recognized the ! signal of the machine and he saw her stare fixedly. % A brisk breeze was blowing. Vin- | cent put on power. As he circled di- | rectly in front of the house. he saw Nellie spring to her feet. Her eyes' | seemed glued upon his “young lady” companion. “It works!” chuckled Vincent rapt- ly. “Aha, Miss Nellle! who is the Jealous party now?” A last glance sideways showed Nel- lle still staring. She had descended twe steps of the porch and was en- | wrapt in attention to the disappear- ing machine. “Devoured with curlosity as to my | “What's that man goggling at?” A pedestrfan, was indeed, “gog- gling.” He had halted. He was star- ing at the machine. Then he slapped his thigh and burst out into a peal of | & unrestrained laughter. Then, farther , on, two women likewise paused. They stared, they giggled. Vincent shot a || backward glance at the rear seat of the motorcycle. He shivered—ap- i palleg! A frightfully depressing discovery was his. The wind had blown the veil | oft the model. Then the hat—and the wig! The bare poll loomed up, , inique and grotesque. One of the Jointed arms swung loosely, wobbling. No wonder that observers glared at this monstrous travesty on humanity! A whirl of the machine sent the model sideways. By this time a gib- ing mob of boys were in pursuit. Hoots and yells of laughter filled the afr. With a groan Vincent dove down a eide alley, gained the home shed, and prepared to leave town that night to escape the jeers of his fellow towns. men. He returned in a week, but kept shady, as the saying goes. The next afternoon, despairingly promenading !in the woods near the town, he was suddenly confronted at a side path | by Nellle and a girl friend. The latter was full of mischief and she hailed him. “This way, sir!” she ordered with pretty peremptoriness, “Miss Duncan wishes an explanation of your erratic adventures with that young lady who went to pleces.” Vincent flushed and trembled and stummered. Nellie was calm and smil- ing. There was a knowing expression in her bright eyes which Vincent re- ! sented. ing to get at,” he floundered. “I would have had a real girl on that machine {t—1f I didn't think so much of—that 1s—" “But what had Nellie done to be the subject of such a peculiar experi- ment?" challenged Nellie's compan- fon. “I guess Mr. Ralston can tell!” mut- tered Vincent. “You mean my married cousin?” spoke Nellle innocently. “Your married cousin!™ “Surely.” Vincent drew a step nearer to his flancee. “Is your father home yet, Nellie?* i he inquired meaningly. “Yes, Vincent,” she replied demure- 1y, and lowered her eyes. ‘““Then, unless you think I've been the biggest dolt in the world, I'a like to eall on him.” “Do, Vincent!” whispered Nellle, taking his arm and looking lovingly up into his face. Deadly Evidence. A Loufsville business man was rume maging through his pockets. He turned to his wife with, “You never | put anything where it belongs.” “Why are you scolding me now?” asked the wife, mystified. ‘What have I done that's wrong?”" “Well, you see” he replied, coolly, “on several occaslons I have found my knife and my keys in my right hip pocket; why don’t you learn that I ‘Wear them on the left stde?” And his wife has wondered ever since just how much he knows.—Lous isville Times. Woman Printers of Early Lays. Several colonial newspapers were published by women. Benjamin Frank- lin’s sister-in-law, at Newport, printed for the colony, supplied blanks for the | public offices, published pPamphlets, | and in 1746 printed for the government an edition of the laws, containing 340 | folio pages. Margaret Draper of Massachusetts ! printed for the government and coun- cil. In South Carolina a woman was appointed printer to the state after the close of the Bevolutionary war, ———— For Tar Stains. 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