Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 14, 1915, Page 7

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Missouri Ave.and Main St. PHONE 144 Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. —Pope. An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain. Oh, give me my lowly thatched college again! The birds singing gayly that came at my call— Give me them and the peace of mind dearer than all. —John Howard Payne. Such is the patriot's boast wher- e'er we roam— His first best country ever is at home. 3PP RE R L0 PR E SRR e bbb 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 vours truly H. O. DENNY PHONE 226. Prompt Del. —Goldsmith. OSTENTATIOUS CHARITY. In truth, there are few of those coarse and open hypocrisies which publish on the housetops the merit of their holy deeds The pride is more adroit and never immediately unmasks % ¢ ¢ Charity, my brethren, is that sweet odor of Jesus Christ which evaporates and is lost the moment it is uncovered. It does not cause to abstain from the public duties of benevolence. We owe to our brethren edifica- tion and example. It i3 a good thing for men to see our works, but we should not see them our- selves, and our left hand ought not to know the gifts our right distributes. The achievements even which duty renders the most brilliant ought always to be secret in the preparations of the heart. We ought to enter- tain a kind of jealousy for them against others' gaze and not think their innocence sure, but when they are under the eyes of God alone.—Massillon. TO SEA! To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er. The wanton water leaps in sport And rattles down shore: The dolphin wheels, the sea cows snort, And unseen mermaid's pearly song Comes bubbling up the weeds among Fling broad the sail; dip deep the oar. To gea, to seal The calm fs o'er. the pebbly To sea, to sea! Our white wing- ed bark Shall, billowing, cleave its wa- tery way And with its shadow, fleet and dark, Break the caved Triton's azure day, Like mountain eagle soaring light O'er antelopes on Alpine height. The anchor heaves; tbe ship swings free; Our, safls swell full. To sea, to sen! ~Thomas Lovell Beddoes. THE RAINBOW. My heart leaps up when I be- hold A rainbow in the sky. So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man. So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die! The child is father of the man. And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural plety. —Wordsworth. O BT CURED MEATS Groceries Produce FRUITS Vegetables Fresh and Salt FISH WOOD and COAL J. D. McCLEOD’S GROCERY AND MEAT MARKET| Phone 273 Red 214 West Main Stree Delivery. PRICES LOW g For His Life and His Love ¢ t =Ry Augustus Goodrich Sherwin (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “No abnormal low temperatures within the limits of observation"—thus the signal service bulletin, and Amos Wilbur, reading it aloud, brightened up, glanced at the thermometer and then at the distant hills and went in search of his father. “Don’'t know what ebnormule means, and rather guess them limits of ob- John Wilbur. “See here, son,” and the pioneer frontierman reversed the un- dersurface of a tree twig near at hand. “Black, as you see. That means frost, and a thaw, and snow. Durn yer low temperaments! Thar's rain and a flood, jest as hefty elements, beant there?" But Amos was not to be gainsaid. He had waited five long weeks to get across the range to Bartonville. An uncle, dying, had left him a good team of horses and a truck wagon and for joining a young friend in a small business at the nearest city. The rig would bring a good price. “Five hundred dollars is some capi- tal and my friend has as much more. 1 feel that I'm built for business, dad.” The old man kept his weather eye fixed suspiciously on the horizon as he gave a reluctant consent to the proposed journey. He was getting tired of ranch rigors himself, and it was pleasant to think of comfortable town life. In no sense did he demur from Amos trying a business experi- ment. The weather prospects, how- ever, were in ominous disfavor with him. To the last, even as the spir- ited team started off the next morn- ing, he persisted that Amos was tak- ing risks and advised a week's delay. “Dad was right,” spoke Amos to himself 36 hours later. Night was coming on and a blinding snow storm had long since driven the team off the straight trail. Were it not that the steep divide lay behind him now, dan- gerously snow slogged, Amos would have made back for the home shelter. The snow was soft, clinging and blinding. The rocky course was slip- Horses, Wagon, Amos and All Had 8lid and Plunged. pery and treacherous. At the end ot four hours the venturesome .Amos came face up against a dismal catas- trophe. Horses, wagon, Amos and all had slid and plunged where a snow ledge had given way. It was a roll rather than a plunge and Amos landed waist deep in a heavy drift, unhurt. The wagon lost two wheels in striking a rock. “Whoa!" shouted the disconcerted wayfarer urgently as the horses tore themselves loose from the wreck. But the steeds were frightened, deaf to command. Their harness trailing, they struggled up the incline and were lost to view, and when their owner regained the mountain level he saw them dashing away beyond reach or recall. For several hours he strove ‘to fol- low and locate them. Then his whole body snow-clogged, wearied, exhaust- ed, he realized that he must set about secking some safe shelter for the night At length Amos found a depression under a rocky ledge fronting away: from the fierce roaring blasts. Day was dving. The progpect was not only forlorn, but even perilous. It was a anestion which way he should proceed wi‘h the morning, homeward or town- | ward “It's a two days’ tramp either way,” he reflected. “The horses are lost. They will never find their way back to the ranch and In such dangerous weather it 1is useless looking for them.” He had some food in his knapsack | and after a brief repast settled down to rest for the night It was hard to sleep amid the anxieties and uncer- tainties of the hour, however. Suddenly, as he lay thinking and | planning for the morrow, Amos sprang up as a quick glare showed across the ridge valley. “Why,” he exclaimed, . it's a house—a cabin, and it is burn- ing up!’ Amos left his shelter. The snow Ant's Remarkable Strength. ten times the weight of its own body, while a horse and a man can carry & burden only about equal to their own weight. In on Ticket Office Man. in the ticket office on a busy to conceal his real feelings uch that he gets to be a better 8tra A man day has %0 m actor stage. servation is limited,” remarked old | a little sum of money. Amos was all | An ant can carry a grain of corn | | was brave and manly within him— was blinding, progress almost impossi- ble. The blazing structure was a guide, however. He was fairly worn out as he reached the scene of the con- | flagration. He was gtartled, thrilled, | as just beyond the Wlaming heap he noted a fair young girl, with ashen | face and terrified eyes shrinking with- | in the doorway of a little shed, appar- ently the only human denizen of the) (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- isolated spot. | ver Syndicate.) “What does it mean—you, and alone?” he irresistibly exclaimed. At first the young girl shrank from | mayor of Baysville. Give me police him with a natural timidity. Then his | powers. Make me a real policewom- open honest face seemed to reassure | an with power to arrest any person in her. She was overcome with excite- the cfty who violates a health ordi- ment, and terror, and tears. In frag- | nance.” mentary scraps her story was told. | The mayor took a form from a draw- She was Elise Bradley, and this was | er of his desk and filled in the blank the home of her brother. She had ' spaces. “Here is your commission, come to visit him for a few days. He ‘ Miss Calvin. You are a policewoman had gone to Bartonville, where she with power to arrest.” was a teacher of music. He had not| The newly-commissicned policewom- returned on account of the storm. The ' an stood before the door that Leonard place had taken fire. She was home- | Gordon's ofiice boy had thrown open less. Oh, she would never see her for her. “You are Mr. Leonard Gor own home again! The storm, the ' don?" she asked. cold— | The young man at the desk rose. “Dear young lady,” broke in AmOS, There was a half-questioning, wholly- valiant frpm the true chivalry of his gdmiring smile on his face. I earnest mature; her beauty, her for-| « pave come to arrest vou,” said lorn situation appealing to all that yieq Calvin, “on a charge of \-(;)lating H these sections of the city health ordi- nances.” She held a book of statutes toward him and traced the section with a slim white finger “And you are nrresting‘mo!" he beamed delightedly. ‘“Really arrest- ing me? You, Bayville’s first and only police lady? 1 appreciate the honor. “Put your handcuffs on me and lead me to jail."” “Mr. Gordon—" there was a little angry glint in her eyes—*“this is not a matter to be ridiculed. 1 have re- peatedly asked your agent to make the changes in your tenement that the law demands. He has refused to do so. You have returned to the city after a long absence, and I have taken the first opportunity to compel you to rebuild your tenement.” “I am delighted to do what I can for you,” he began. “For me?" The girl's lips were set and her face was white. “Not for me—for those wretched, ill, poverty- stricken tenants of yours. For them the law will make you do something. Will you come with me to the justice of the peace?” In the office of the justice of the peace Miss Calvin formally stated her case, Leonard Gordon promptly plead- ed guilty to each charge. Miss Calvin asked that the maximum fine be im- posed. Gordon requested the aston- ished magistrate to'do as Miss Calvin asked. He promptly wrote a check for the entire amount. A few days later Elizabeth Cal vin was standing on the side- walk looking at the half-finished apartment house that Gordon was erecting on the site of his con- demned tenement. Gordon stood on a scaffolding looking down at her. He waved his hand. She paid no atten- tion. He took off his hat and waved it around his head. The glance she gave him was as impersonal as if he were a part of the scaffolding. He waved his hat in a wider circle, lost his balance and fell to the ground. With a cry of horror Elizabeth ran ! to him. He lay white and silent. She laid her ear close to his lips. The faintest breath touched it. For an instant she pressed her cheek against his, which was no whiter than her own. Then she called the workmen. Yet a few days later and Gordon Leonard, pale and thin, one arm in & sling, entered Elizabeth's office. “You are going to marry me,” he an- nounced.: “Her lips curled. deed not!” “You love me.” “I do not. 1 detest you. I hate you and the class to which you belong.” “If you do not love me, why did you kiss me as I lay apparently dead on the site of my wretched old tene- ment?” “I did not—" she began indignantly. There was a sound behind her. The mayor had entered from the adjoining office. “I heard all you two said be- fore 1 realized I had no right to be here at this time,” he said. “But, hav- ing heard, I shall say something to you, Miss Calvin.” He was an elder- ly man, with years of kindly living stamped on his shrewd face. “I want to tell you that, good and noble as you are, you are most uncharitable and narrow. Leonard is a good boy. It was not his fault that people were ill and unhappy in his house. He in- herited that house a short time be- « . | fore you came here. He was abroad sadly. “But w’hat 14 & banker'n:clothes 1 started home at once to see what sort wit' r;o DAk roll T 104 onty.de smply | of quarters his tenants were living in. pocketbook am-r. de v'..upy'ul gone. il learned only after I had made you I'm on me way to de “l‘(ulrkerbockevl {8 policewoman that he had given or f % o | ders for the building to be torn down. er a free feed. Will you join me? He let you arrest him becaus: S They crossed Broadway together, | L8 A i = o the fashionable figure and the one in so pretty, and he thought it & good : d | way to get acquainted. I feel it my rags, arm in arm. duty to tell you this.” As they reached the car track a| qp, goor closed behind the mayor FULL POLICE POWERS By ANNIE HINRICHSEN. “I am health warden of this city,” “take cheer!” Tn after years Amos could never think of the ensuing three days with- out a shudder. The loose cold shed was spared by the fire. He found within it an old stove and soon had its chilliness in a measure minimized. Then with his charge half comfort- able he fought his way to the spot where the wrecked wagon was. From it he secured a package of food and some robes. These he carried to the old shed. A second trip he made, bringing back two loose sides of the vehicle and some other pieces of its shattered timbers. The snow let up in the morning. By that time Amos had constructed a rough but long and wide exigency sled. His first thought had been to convey the refuge to his own home, but she demurred. “I must get to the town,” she in- sisted urgently, “to my brother and— and to others.” It was a terrible journey. In all the slow difficult jaunt they did not pass a single human habitation. With tears ih her eyes the grateful Elise regarded the strong, noble man, who made a beast of burden of himself dragging the crude sled that she might reach friends and comfort. Well did Amos look to it that his fair charge was well bundled up in the warm, thick robes. When they halted at night he found for her a safe shelter. The food lasted out. They reached Bartonvi)le. By that time he had learned to love her, and she—her heart nearly broke as she told him at the last that she had promised her brother to marry a friend of his, one John Grimston, a man she cared nothing for. She clung to Amos as he placed her safe among friends. Only his eyes, not his lips, told her what her revela- tion was making him suffer. Then the very day following a strange caprice of fate—John Grim- ston, gambler and bravo, was shot dead in a street fight, and Elise was free. But not for long. She could never forget the brave stranger who had borne her safely through stress and storm to friends and comfort. To a new 4nd safer home Amos Wil- bur took Elise a year later—a home blessed with fervor and depth of an undying mutual love. HAD NOTHING BUT CLOTHES Man's Prosperous Appearance De celved Those Who Had Some Faith in Human Nature. “Marry you! In- His silk hat worn jauntily, overcoat of fashionable cut, patent leather shoes and polished cane gave him an air of prosperity which was height. ened by his luxuriant whiskers. He was halted by the traffic in Times square and a shivering, ragged pedestrian seized the chance to ac- cost him on the curb, “’Scuse me, mister,” ragged one humbly. “Kin you help a feller? 1 got one cent and 1 could get a beer if 1 had four more.” Peering at his neighbor, the pros- perous one exclaimed airily: “Hello, kid—don't you know me? | I'm a 'bo myself!” “That you, Jim?” gasped the raggea one in astonishment. “I t'ought youse was a swell banker.” began the ;‘::::«’ib*y' pointing to them, Te pyzapeth sat with her eyes on the . . . | floor. Her lips were tightly com 1t is the lion and the lamb at last! | pressed. Probably some rich han escorting a derelict to some hotel for a dinner! Charity s on the increase!"—New | York Times. “Don’t leok that way. You look as if you hated me more than ever. | Elizabeth raised her eyes to his “1 hate,” she said slowly, “I hate the egotistical, narrow-minded girl who misjudged you. But I must have known down in my heart that you Reason Enough. Costume makers note a constantly | the young woman was saying to the ! increasing demand from all parts of the country for party and dance dresses of solid black for misses and young women. Not a bit of color is seen on any of them, even the trim- | mings being of jet or something just as somber It seems a queer freak of fashion, but there is reason enough why the world should dress in mourn- fog. Curse of Idleness. Idleness is the badge of gentry, and the bane of body and mind, the nurse of naughtiness, the stepmother of dis- cipline; the chief author of all mis- chief, one of the seven deadly sins, the cushion upcn which the devil chiefly reposes, Cause of Waterfall's Roar. The roar of a waterfall is produced than some of the people on the |almost entirely by the bursting of mil- lions of air bubbles, were good, because I did care for you.” Then as Gordon caught her in his one sound arm she whispered: “I didn't kiss you when you were hurt. 1 only touched your cheek. 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