Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 17, 1915, Page 6

Chiropractor DR. J Q. SCARBOROUGH, Lady in Attendance In Dyches Building Between Park and Auditorium OFFICE HOURS. 61t011:30 a. m. 1:30to 5 p. m. 7:00 to 8:C0 p. m. Censultation and Examination Free. Residence Phone 240 Black @. D. & H. D. MENDENHALL CONSULTING ENGINEERS Suite 212-215 Drane Building Lakeland, Fla, Phosphate Land Examinations and Plant Designe Karthwork Speciailsts. surveys. Residence phone, 278 Blacl Ofece phone, 278 Blue. DR. SARAH E. WHEELER OSTEOPATH Munn Annex, Door South of First National Bank Lakeland, Florida ——————————————————— DR. W. B. GROOVER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 5 and 4. Kentucky Bufldina Lakeland, Florida DR. W. B. MOON PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Telephone 350 Hours 9 to 11, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida Law Office of A. X. ERICKSON Bryant Building A. X. ERICKSON J. C. WILLIAMS E. W. THOMSON Notary, Depositions attended. D. 0. Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jr ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryant Building Lakeland, Florida EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER Raymondo Bldg., Lakeland, Florida KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW Office in Munn Building Lakeland Florida DR. RICHARD LEFFERS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 2-3, Skipper Building Over Postoffice ........ W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Office Upstairs East of Court House BARTOW, FLA, Uzamination of Titles and Reas &v tate Law a Speclalty W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. b -Groover Bldg. Telephiones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Floride ——————————————— J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Building .Practice in all courts. Homestead. claimg located and contested i e Established 1n July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST Room 14 and 15 Kentucky Building | than common interest. LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT Kibler Hotel, Lakeland, Florida T. M. BRYAN ARCHITECT Room 8 Elliston Bullding P. 0. Box 605 Lakeland, Florida OFFICE ROOMS FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lightefi in the City TsRunning]Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE SICK? $8 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Hanna HARDIN BLD MOVED AGAIN!! 1 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, T am yours truly H. O. DENNY PAONE 226. Prompt Del. ; z (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Rags—a room full of them, a ware- house given to shreds, patches, frag- ments, to strips of rotted woolen lengths, thin and faded cotton tat- ters. Rags once white, now spotted and soiled. Discarded silks from my lady’'s dressing room, homespun weaves that bore the mark of rain and grime, and wear and tear. And amid the biggest heap of the fragments to be sorted plodded and sang as pure and bright a spirit as cloister or palace might contain. They called her Floribel. Where she came from, who her father and mother, no one seemed to know except old Jacobs, the owner of the rag shop. Once his wife had given it out that they had reared her from a child, had taken her from an orphan asylum. They were coarse, common people at | the rag shop, but even in that atmos- phere of dregs Floribel grew like a beautiful lily. She would sing when alone like a lark, but never when Madame Jacobs | was about. Floribel was in deep dread of the lynxlike, tigerish-eyed old woman. Not that the madam ever mistreated her, except to keep her at work twelve hours a day, but because she shrank from the inharmonious nature of the woman. Madame gripped at the heaps of rags in a way that seemed to tell that so forcefully would she tear at human hearts, if she could find gold among them! Once Floribel had found a diamond ring in an old glove. When she gave it to the madam, the selfish, avari- cious glee of her task mistress fairly appalled her. She gloated over it, she kissed it, she hastened to convert it into money. After that, the probing eager eyes of the old woman terrified Floribel. Ever on the lookout for treasure, for money or trinkets, the rag woman re- sembled some famished ferret on the scent of blood. Then one day “The Hero” came into the lonely life of the beautiful iso- lated girl. A young man entered the place and asked for its proprietor. Old Jacobs was absent on a rag buy- ing trip. The madame was also ab- sent, but would return soon. In awe of the rich tasteful attire ot the un- familiar caller, fascinated with his handsome face, the courtesy of the true gentleman that he bestowed 8he Gloatea Over It. upon her, as in a dream Floribel dust- ed off the onme rickety chair in the place and resumed her work. He sat looking at her with more Her pure, in- nocent face deeply attracted him. He influenced the shy eyes to'seek his own, he led her to talk with him. Soon he had her simple story. “It is no place for you, this,” he said, and he took a card from his pocket and wrote upon it. “I am giv- ing you the address of my sister,” he explained. “She is a widow, young, lonely. I am sure she would find you & brighter home than this wretched place.” Then Madam Jacobs came in. The young man stated his business. He was Arlo Willls, his sister was Mrs. Ivan Neal. The latter had removed from a former home. A great part of its old furniture, the varied contents of a lumber room, had been sold. Among some papers, old papers that had been thrown out from the old furniture, was a certain document the caller wished to recover. The second-hand dealer who had brought the stuff had informed him that all the old carpets, rags and pa- per had been sold to Jacobs. Could madame recall the transaction, Mr. Willis inquired quite anxiously, “Scarcely,” she told him, but the watchful Floribel noted a quick eager gleam in her basilisk eyes. “I will search, though,’ she promised, “and let you know. The document, sir—" “Is a number of folded blue sheets, tied with a faded white ribbon. It is marked ‘W!" " “l will report to you,” pledged madame, and took his card, and he Hubby’s Joke. “Won't your wife sing for us? “Sure! I just asked her mot to."— The Mischief Maker. Stickers. ‘The great difference between a pubd- Ho servant and a domestic servant is that the public servant would -not re- sign even under fire—Loulsville Cour ferJournal. Sometimes Lonely, Though. One advantage in being good found in the fact that crowds. left the gruesome place, but not until he had bestowed a kindly parting glance at Floribel. Then she dreamed. radiant. It was as prince had entered a squalid Cin- derella hut, leaving behind him a rare memory of bewildering sensa- tions. Poor child! love budded in her tender heart, in her very humility she worshiped at its shrine. i Floribel treasured the card. She memorized the names upon it. Could ' All life seemed if some royal - Se L] By Herbert Drocer (Coj ht, 1912, by Assoclated Literary | , (Copyright, I&Pau)m Times were hard out in Kansas dur- something, she’d do 1t someha'.‘ r no bank.” mc;x::: ‘;hln went out to shut up her chickens for the night, and Jermy took a chair on the front porch to smoke. Later, he went inside to cau- tion the landlady to say nothing tu Jessie; but he could find her ne where. She had not returned whes he retired to his room near midnight The next morning Mrs. Bain | knocked at his door & half hm:r | earlier than usual. He turned to hix ce in . Ing the fall of 1907, and the real estate tch and observed the difference tl;euvlllon nfloated bz ben COUTteous | ., cory of J. Bixby & Co. felt itself ::‘ne but dressed and went down- :fl‘en‘:i:e::rbc:l::r';uer&r s ::“: !u(;:l {80 hard pressed that Mr. Jermy Bixby, stair't He found Mrs. Bain alone. o) 4 e smid oleanit- | i d only re] e his morning, aren ness and comfort—she thought not of | president, sole proprietor an y TeD- | «pjttle early this opulence or luxury—just to be near such sweet natures, to tofl for them, to love them—this, simply, was the aspiration of her childlike, loyal na- ture! i All that afternoon the madame poked and ferreted about the’ place, When her husband came home she held a spirited low-toned conversation with him. Then both of them pro- ceeded to: ransack pile after pile of hitherto unassorted wreckage. A quick token of interest came into the mind of Floribel, as she saw them | hastening to the wretched room digni- ! fied as the office of the old toppling | warehouse. The names “Willis" “Neal” floated to her hearing, cau- tiously spoken. She gained a court where she could overhear what was said. “It's the paper,” she heard the madame say, “and it is worth a for tune.” “How do you know?’ spoke the rasping tones of old Jacobs. “I have read it. A family secret, man—an old scandal that these rich people would surely give a fortune to suppress. Ah, we are rich, rich, rich at last!” Guileless as to the ways of the world as Floribel was, she realized from what followed that her avari- cious guardians were bent on a vast blackmailing scheme. Her mind woke up to the immensity of the occasion. To celebrate their discovering a fortune, the old man and woman sent out for liquor. It was long after dark when they sank into a sodden sleep. Floribel approached the recumbent madame. She had noticed where she had se- creted the blue colored document with a white ribbon encircling it, just a8 Mr. Willis had described. Her eyes grew brilliant as two stars as the secured the precious paper. She thrust it into her bosom. Over and over again she repeated the name and address that Arlo Willis had written on the card. Floribel rarely went out of the wretched building where she had toiled so hard. It was a bitter cold night, and her ragged shoes and thin covering poorly kept at bay the flerce biting frost. Twice as she hurried along she felt as if she would sink to the ground, benumbed and overcome. Bravely, however, she fought her way against the wintry blast. She located the address given on the card, a great ornate mansion on a fashionable thor- oughfare. Floribel had just sufficient strength to totter up the steps and ring the doorbell, when her senses reeled and she sank to the cold marble step, unconscious. There she had been found by Mrs. Neal. Floribel awoke to find herself in a luxurious bed, a beautiful lady hovering over her. What loving grateful arms inclosed her, as she told her story—so simple in its naive re- cital, but meaning so much to the proud Willis family! And it was in silken attire, a trans- formed Floribel, that Arlo Willis saw the lovely ward of his sister the next day. Like one transported to a perfect paradise, the sweet little waif entered upon her new life. | Her bright ways, her gratitude, her beauty and then her fervent love ap- pealed to the great nature of Arlo Willis. The Jacobs people never saw her again, but society did. In all her bril- lant loveliness, loyal, unspoiled, radi- antly happy, the humble child of the lonely rag warehouse became the reigning bride of the season. ——e What to Eat. Overeating is the primary sin of ¢lv- ! ilized man. I fed one thousand men a day (the unemployed) in New York recently, on one meal a day, and they all stated they were never better nour- ished than on three meals of soup, white bread and coffee. These meals cost one cent each. The following articles contain every- thing the human body needs: Eggs, wilk, cereals, fats, fruits. fresh vege- - - - STUhl LDEES UITICIES & Derson cow.d live indefinitely in any climate ard while undergoing any kind of physical or mental work. All that is neces- sary is to select, combine and propor~ tion foods from these several classes, according to age, occupation and the time of the year.—“How to Fat and Enjoy Life,” Eugene Christian, F. S, D., in National Magazine. Joy in Productive Labor. There is pleasure in mere struggie, 80 it be not hopeless, and in overcom- cles and hardship. ure of exertion 1s added the satisfaction of producing & new value, and the further satisfac- tion of earning a livelihood through that new value, we have the common pleasurable conditions of productive labor. Every workingman who is worth his salt, I care not whether he works with his hands and brains or with his brains alone, takes satistac- tion, first, in the working; second, in the product of his work, and, third, in what that product yields to him.— Charles W. Eliot. The Way to Clean Lamp Glasses. Here is an excellent way to clean lamp glasses: Hold them over a jug of boiling water until they are well steamed; then polish with a soft dry rag. This is a much easier way than washing them, and the glasses very rarely break. either of resentative of said above business, ex- periences a sincere regret when he came down to his office one morning, following a night on which he had mortgaged his brain to his heart, that he had proposed marriage to Miss Jes- sle Carter, the village schoolmarm. And, worse, he had been accepted. Jermy's affection for Miss Jessie was of the deepest and most sanguine sort. He had felt it for years, since he had first settled in the place, but, further than showing her little atten- tions and accompanying her to church each Sabbath eveniug, he had made no open profession of his feelings to- ward her until under the spell of the moonlight and that October evening, the night before, he did the thing he meant not to do. All in good time, Jermy had intend- ed to ask Miss Jessie to become his bride. But he was awaiting the day when he could feel himself establish- ed before making an offer of such serious character. And that day had almost arrived. Out in one of the new additions to the town that had been plotted only the preceding summer, Jermy had erected a house on a couple of lots that had fallen to him as a part of the commission due him for promot- Ing the new section. For balance on account with the town site company, he had accepted more lots. So far as a short-sighted mortal can judge, Jermy considered that he was on the high road to his heart’s desire. He took every dollar he had, and bor- rowed a little besides, to put into the new house, which he intended as a home for himself and Jessle. Of course he would have to have some cash to get married on, to buy house- bold furniture and to pay living ex- penses for a month or two, or until he should be able to get a commis- slon somewhere. For such exigencles, he had reck- oned on the additional lots. With things booming in that end of town, “But 8he Doesn’t Know.” he figured it would be a matter only of form to go to the local bank and pledge his property for whatever small sum he might ask. And so it would have been, but for the panic. As he entered his office the morn- ing after that night when things had gone riotous in his breast, Jermy flung the mail he had just taken from the postoffice on his desk. An enve- lope on the top of the package caught his eye. He opened it and found a statement from the local bank, calling attention to his overdrawn account. 1L W&S lnms 11tUe printea siip that had caused Jermy to regret his pro- posal as he went about kindling a fire in the flat rectangular wood stove that stood in the center of the room. At first he thought of going to Miss Jessie and calling off the engagement. After more deliberate consideration, he resolved to take his troubles to Mrs. Bain, the landlady, who had watched his courtship encouragingly during the last two years. That evening he arrived home late for supper, purposely, and manages to remain at his meal until after the other boarders had left the table, Then he arose to assist Mrs. Bain with the dishes, in the course of which he led up the conversation to Jessie and finally succeeded in telling the kind-hearted matron of his dilem- ma.” “But, 1aws, you needn't worry,” ex- claimed Mrs. Bain. “Jessle, you know, has saved up money from her teaching, and wouldn't hesitate to ad- vance you a little, if you need it, es- pecially you be geing to marry her.” “But that's just it, Mrs. Bain,” he remonstrated. “I couldn't think of let- ting her do it.” “Let her? She'd just do it anyhow, if she knowed.” “But she doesn't know, and won't know, and besides she couldn't draw more than just a small amount from the bank at present, even if she had | a million dollars on deposit.” “Don’t you just be too sure” re- turned the woman. “That's a mighty smart girl, and if she wanted to do Origin of Auction Sales. Auction sales originated in an- clent Rome, and were introduced to enable soldiers to dispose of spoils of War. 7" he asked. ‘yo“‘l\res, 1 wanted to talk with you be fore them others came on.” Folding her hands beneath her apron, 'h; proceeded: “Mr. Bixby, why don u sell the house?” Tusell it? Why, Mrs. Baln, you know why I built it, and now you ask me to dispose of it.” “Yes, 1 take it to be the best way. Then you'd have enough money for you and Jessie to get fixed up on, and you could come and board with m:, cheap, until times got better, an then you could sell some of your lots and build another house then, when you could afford it.” “Why, nobody could buy that house now, Mrs. Bain, and give me halt what I put into it.” “Oh, yes, they could.” “Who?” & “Oh, I know, if you'll only do it. “Well—" he hesitated. As others of the boarders began to appear, he added hurriedly: “T'll tell you night.” That afternoon Jermy was sitting alone in his office, with his feet propped up on a desk, debating the matter to himself, when Mr. Stanley, president of the bank, appeared. Jermy brought his feet down with a bang, and arose in confusion. | “I—I—Mr. Stanley,” he faltered, “I was just thinking of stepping over to see you about my account, but—" “No reason for that,” returned the other, cordially. “I came over to see you about your new house. I have a client who wants to buy it." “Well, I hadn't thought about sell- ing,” answered Jermy, himself again. Then calculating: “Of course I never had anything I wouldn't sell, if there were the inducements.” “Well, how would you?” “Two thousand dollars?” he ex- claimed, bui recovered his composure, and asked: “And who pays your commission, Mr. Stanley?” “That is already provided for by my client.” “Then I'll gell, Mr. Stanley. Whose name do you want in the deed?” turn- ing to his desk and pulling out a blank form for conveyance. “Just leave that space blank. for the present. My client wants to pay down $300 in cash—money in hand, you understand—and the balance when the name is filled in and the deed delivered by myself as third party. Is that satisfactory?” “That suits, I guess.” Y Alone in his office again, Jermy threw his hat into one corner and lay back in his chalr, chuckling over his good luck. “Two thousand dollars!” he ex- claimed. “It's settled—we'll marry. We'll have plenty for a honeymoon trip to my folks in Missouri. Then, if the deed has not been delivered, we can stay at Mrs. Bain's awhlle, and when the balance is paid, there'll be enough to settle my debts and build & new house besides. Glory!” They were married at high noon the first Tuesday in November. It was rlanned that they should leave on the 1:26 o'clock afternoon train for Kan- sas City, and thence to the home of | his parents. After the dinner had been served and while the party await- ed carrlages to take them to the depot, Mr. Stanley stepped up to Jermy and asked for a moment of his time. The banker led the way into an- other room, followed by Jermy and his bride. “Just a little business,” Mr. Stanley sald, by way of introduction. He fumbled with some papers and drew out a fountain pen. “Here's a certificate of deposit to your credit, Mr. Bixby, for $1,700" he resumed. “Now you will pleage fill out the space left blank.” “What name?’ asked Jermy, tak- ing the pen. “Mrs.— uhm,” as he cleared his voice, maintaining a stolid expres- slon, “Mrs. Jessie Bixby.” Jermy was dumfounded. “What!” dropping the pen and turning to his bride. “You—you?" he cried, and grasped her in his arms. “You bought the place?” “Yes,” she replied. “And just to think that the deal alone wasn't half the bargain.” et Average Sleep Is Eight Hours. Usually the amount of sleep {s in inverse ratio to the strength and de- velopment of consclousness, Thus, children need more sleep than adults, Some men need very little rest, and the same may be said of women. How- ever, elght hours s the average amount required by the human body to Testore its vitality by complete rest. It less is taken one's health is apt to be impaired. A good night's sleep 1 will do more toward building up gen- eral health than all the tonics known, —_— $2,000 strike Light Summer Reading, An advertisement of a book on the Titanlc disaster appears in The Jeffer- son City Post. It says: "Entenalnlng- Iy stating the facts as related by eye witnesses. Everything told in agree- able terms that lend a degree of fas- cination and render the work appre- clable."—Kansas City Times. { i ‘5'!’l E!g Modern Improvements. “They certainly are improving om the old style of sending things. 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