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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. @xamination of Titles and Rea, X+ tate Law a Speclalty W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. Telephones: Office 361; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Floride J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Bullding .Practice in all courts. Homestead claims located and contested Established in July, (400 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 Building P. 0. Box 605 Lakeland, Florida P L L L] OFFICE ROOMS FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted in the City “*RunningjWater in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE SICK? 78 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Hamna MOVED AGAIN!! 1 am nowl ocated in the room formerly occupied by the White Star Market on 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. D et e e e e e ) HARDIN BLD | ; MILLY'S LOVE DREAM By MILDRED CAROLINE GOOD- (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) By the brook beside the willows where the lilies grew there had lived —and died?—a dream of beauty. Every day Millie Grey made a pil- grimage to the fair spot. Was it all to be a memory, a reminder? Milly did not know. She only hoped. There was a great fallen oak. The branches had wound themselves round a part of the ponderous trunk as if caressingly. Here there was nature’s seat and sheltered as with a screen. There “he” had sat, Who was “he?” A not, by name. Only his clear, laugh- ing tones, his magnetic eyes, his open, handsome face—these would never fade away, never! while life should last. Of Effie Dunbar only, her closest friend, Milly made a confidante and the latter was quick to discover that her devoted friend had surely met her fate. “PBut his name, Millie?” questioned Effie Milly shook her pretty head dubi- ously. “Do you know,” she said artlessly, “I never asked him and he never told me. We met only twice, and both times he was fishing. He asked me all about the family and myself, and seemed to be very much inter- ested. Oh, he was so friendly and sympathetic—and handsome!” “And you think you will see him again?” questioned Effie “He told me we should meet again,” said Milly longingly. “I can never for- get him,” she sighed It was a few days after that a well- preserved man of about forty-five came into the general store conducted “l Really Don't” Admitted Grey, Slowly. in the village by Milly’s father. Grey did not notice him at first. He was lost in gloomy thought. Busi- ness was bad, he had not the ready capital necessary to mend it, there was a heavy mortgage on the home property, and, altogether, Grey was feeling discouraged. “Good morning, sir,” said the' visi- tor, and, a queer smile on his face, he looked Grey straight in the eyes. “Don’t remember me, I see?" he ob- served. “I really don't,” slowly. “Jehn Marsh.” “Oh facy lishted up and he grasped the evwnded hand of the other with warm favor “Well, well, after twenty years!™ “Nearer twenty-two,” corrected his visitor. “Just by accident I heard of your being here. Many is the time that T have tried to locate you since you left the old home' town where we were chums together. Grey, I have a warm spot in my heart for you.” “I believe you, John,” replied Grey; “you were always true blue.” “How has fate treated you?" Grey told his story of struggle and present trouble. The other listened with attention and interest. He was a fine looking man, and it was easy to surmise that his old-time friendship for Grey had not diminished with the years. “Can’t we sit down and talk all this over in detail?” he questioned. “Grey, you helped me to my first position. Out of it I have made a fortune. I want to help you.” Adam Grey came home with a ra- diant face two hours earlier than us- ual that afternoon. His brisk, hap- py bearing made him indeed welcome to the loving wife and daughter, who were aware of his business troubles. “I want you to prepare a room for an honored guest,” he said to his wife, “and you, Milly, get one of those fine suppers for which you are fa. mous.” “Who {s it?" asked Mrs. Grey. “My oldest, dearest boyhood friend,” explained Mr Grey. “His name fs John Marsh. Mary, bless him, as I do! He is, indeed, a true, good friend. He is going to help me out of all my business troubles.” “Oh, I am so glad!” cried Milly, with dancing eyes, and when the visi- tor arrived the best room in the | house and the grandest of culinary feasts welcomed him. From the first Mr. Marsh seemed to manifest an intense interest in Milly. He was kindly attentive to her, Mr. admitted Grey, —— Hubby's Joke. “Won't your wife sing for us? “Sure! T just asked her not to."— The Mischief Maker Stickers. The great difference between a pub- Ho servant and a domestic servant is that the public servant would not re- sign even under fire.—Louisville Cour ferJournal. Sometimes Lonely, Though. One advantage in being good fis found in the fact that you avold crowds. never!” cried Grey, and his | he followed her with his eyes. There was something almost affectionate in his behavior toward her. “It is all arranged,” Mr. Grey told 2 Milly one afternoon when their guest was off on a stroll. “My good friend has pald off the mortgage here and will finance my business for a one- third interest in it. Oh, Milly! I feel as if a load of lead has been lifted from my heart.” “Dear, dear father!"” murmured Mil- ly. “My dear,” pursued Mr. Grey, “I wonder if you are not a certain in- fluence in bringing all this about? Mr. Marsh seems to think the world of you.” Millie flushed, paled. Plainly her father meant to imply that their guest was in love with her. And Mil- ly thought of the young man who had come into her life at the brookside, and trembled. “He is not an old man,” went on her father. “He has done so much for me! Milly, I may be imagining all this. If T am not, remember—tor all his age he would be a safe, noble husband for any woman.” “Oh, father!” gasped Milly. “Be kind to him, Milly,” urged Mr. Grey, and left his daughter battling , With the most vivid emotions. After that Milly many a time tried to evade Mr. Marsh. She felt that duty, gratitude, might impel her for her father's sake to sacrifice her young life, but her soul was sad all of the time. One evening Mr Marsh came into the house, showing more than usual animation and excitement in his man- ner. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and after supper he said: “Milly, 1 have something to tell you. Won't you comes and take a stroll with me along the brook?” “It has come!” breathed Milly, and she could hardly keep back her tears, but her escort talked on of common- places as they proceeded on their walk. A poignant pain came into Milly’s heart as they finally halted. It was near the old gnarled tree, the rysting she had ever known. it down and let us rest,” sug- gested Mr Marsh, and Milly dreaded what next he might say “My dear” resumed Mr. Marsh, and his manner was tender and kindly, and he took her hand in his own. “I wish to tell you a little story.” “Yes, Mr. Marsh,” murmured Milly, trembling all over. “There was an old man whose son went off on a junketing tour, to meet by the merest chance a beautiful young lady just like yourself. He fell in love with her. But in his talk with her he learned her name. He hurried back to his father to tell him that he had found a devoted friend of his youth, whom the father had longed for years to find was your father, Milly, and I am the father of the young man I am telling you about.” Millie’s senses wavered, her breath came quick. She wondered—she rapt- Iy hoped. “I came on to greet my lost friend,” proceeded Mr. Marsh, “and as well to my dear boy's heart. member him—Cyril, my son?" “Yes,” palpitated Milly, in a sub- dued tone, “I can never forget him.” “You say that! I hoped it,” cried Mr. Marsh, joyfully. “You will be- come my daughter—Milly, promise me.” She burst into happy tears. She nestled close into those fatherly arms. It was her reply, and the old man's face was radiant. “Cyril!” he called, and from the shrubbery there advanced the luhject‘ of all Milly's love dreams, HOW BIG GUNS ARE MADE Construction of Immense Weapons of Destruction Is a Complicate Proceeding. Steel for gunmaking 18 made in an open-hearth furnace from which in- Bots weighing up to 70 tons can read- ily be cast. Then comes the forging of the ingots. For small guns the Ingot is forged solid, but for six-nch and larger the ingot is forged hollow. The steam hammers which do the work can give blows equal to 700 tons. Tests begin. Small pieces of the steel are cut off, hardened in o1l and pulled asunder in the jaws of a hy draulic press. The strain runs up to 46 tons per square inch. If the tests are satisfactory the in- 8ot goes on to the lathe to be “rough bored” inside and “rough turned” out- side. Then the barrels are nardened by being heated in ofl at a temperature of 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit. For this purpose rapeseed ofl is used. The cooling must be very slow, and this is managed by burying the barrels in sand. Then comes the final boring which leaves the barrels smooth ins out, and next a fresh heating and cooling. This is called “anuealing, and is most necessary to preserve the toughness of the steel. Now the heart of the gun is ready and it goes elsewhere to be built up to the required strength by adding successive layers of steel hoops These are put on hot and when they cool shrink into place Our big naval guns are all “wire wound.” The barrel revolves on a lathe while steel tape a quarterinch wide and one-eighth thick is wound on at a tension of something like forty tons. This process gives the | Buns enormous strength and entirely does away with any possibility of an accident due to any flaw there might be in the body of the gun. The Way to Clean Lamp Glasses. Here is an exceilent way to clean lamp glasses: Hold them over a jug of boiling water until they are well steamed; then poilsh with a soft dry rag. This is a much easier way than washing them, and the glasses very rarely breuk —— Plactng Beth of mply o " sald “He said | 0 was ome” n of verse oldest o lar, and PaI" re . “That's elther of ke the village first time I ever talling the truth.’ That friend | FIRING MISS WANDLE By GEORGE MUNSON. >®e (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Miss Wandle might have been thir | ty-six, and she had been with Roth- stein for twelve years. She started in as an ordinary stenographer, and it was solely her ability and industry that got her the post of Rothstein's private secretary, although averyone could see that Rothstein thought a good deal of her. After I came the firm was turned into a corporation. Rothstein was president, owning a majority of the stock, and Joe Barnes treasurer. Clifford was secretary. Bob Syce was general manager. Things went on all right until old Rothsteln began to suffer from heart trouble. Then Miss Wandle w. ways at his home—he was a widower, too—taking notes for him. She would come back and tell Clifford, Syce and Barnes what they were to do. It w: that set their backs up. They hadn't had anything against Miss Wandle previously, but they didn't like the old man’s orders coming through her. Miss Wandle was a business woman in the strictest sense. At first tha fellows had tried to get gay with her. She mever encouraged anything of that sort. She was cold, keen, calcu- lating business from start to finish, Wwithout as much room for sentiment as you could insert a fountain pen into. At least, that was the way I sized her up. About the cabal against her; you know what wretched, truckling kind of creatures some of us underpaid clerks are. We knew that Syce, Clit- ford, Barnes & Co. were “laying for” Miss Wandle. But because we were in mortal terror of losing our jobs, none of us dared do anything to bring down their displeasure on our heads. When old Rothstein was taken with one of his bad spells and ordered south for three months, the cabal thought it would be time to cut loose and show Miss Wandle that she didn't amount to anything in particular about the office. I would look up from the books and see the three through the open door of Syce's office, smoking and put. ting their heads together and glanc- Ing in Miss Wandle's direction. And I knew something was brewing. She came in at ninethirty and Clifford, who had the big desk in the main office, called her over to him as soon as she had removed her hat. “Miss Wandle,” he satd, in an ugly sneering voice loud enough to be heard all over the office, “will you be 80 good as to look at the clock and tell me what time it is?” “It is half-past nine,” answered Miss Wandle quietly, though not ane other woman in the office would have stood for that line of talk. “Will you remember in future, Miss i W le,” said Clifford, “th f- study the young girl who had stolen | BaLie f e ord s Milly, you re-| fice hours begin at nine? That is the time I come down and that is the time Mr. Syce and Mr. Barnes come down, We're not important enough to take an extra half hour, and I guess you aren’t.” Miss Wandle nodded and went away as coolly as though it had been she who was calling down Jim Clifford. After that the trio set to work to force Miss Wandle's resignation by petty persecutions. 1 guess they thought the old man was done for. Miss Wandle always came down scrupulously at nine after that, so they tried other ways. They found fault with her work. They didn't like her having knowledge of details of the business of which they them- selves were ignorant. It was Bob 8yce, however, who hit on the star trick. He made her wake stenographic | notes for old Perkins, the head of the stock department. Everybody expected that she would resign then, but it didn't feaze her a particle. They kept her at that just long enough to muddle up the busi- ness, and then they recalled her. The next idea that came was to the credit of Joe Barnes. It was masterly. We were making out the vacation ' schedule, and Miss Wandle had put down her own name for the two weeks beginning with the first of June. It was a little early for vacations, but still, people did go away in June, Barnes happened to see the list and | he called Miss Wandle over to his desk. “Miss Wandle,” he said in his silk- fest mann “l see you have sched- uled your vacation to begin on the first of June.” “Mr. Rothstein understood that 1 was going to take my vacation on the first of June, Mr. Barnes, and I feel that I bhave his sanction.” Barnes got red in the face. “Miss Wandle,” he sald, “you seem to think you run this offce. It is necessary for me to convince you of your mistake. You will take your va- cation when ["—with a thump of his fist—"'give you permission, or you may draw your salary to date and walk out of this office.” Miss Wandle smiled. “I shall e Deither, Mr. Barnes,” she answered. For a moment Barnes w; stag- gered. Then he thrust his ugly face close against the woman's—he showed his breeding pretty well then. “Per haps you own this office? he re marked. “1 certainly hope to after the fifth of June,” replied Miss Wandle calmly. ‘You see, I am going down to Florida to be married to Mr. Rothstein and he | Is going to give me his share of the stock as & wedding gift.” Hibernation. AD eep is phenomenal, but he | slesp which endures the winter through with some warm-blooded amt mals which find themselves suddealy surrounded by frigid weather, and when all functions that make for the best of life are as if they had never been, is most curious. While 1t 1s mainly explicable it is none the less —— Origin of Auction Sales. Auction sales originated in an- clent Rome, and were introduced to enable soldlers to dispose of spoils of war. A WOMAN'S REASON By HAROLD CARTER. right, 193, by W. G anpn'mn\ S‘éflynin ‘was still thinking over the proposition that Tom Varcoe ‘hnd vlfl! | to her on her way down to (mnonll in the subway. | She bad two dozen girls under ber. She was considered an eminently re- pectable young Wwoman. ! ;een in Cn:non'- department store for nine years. She had known Tom Varcoe for two years. He had a position at $35 in the buyers' department, and looked for- ward with confidence to getting the assistant buyer's position, soon to be vacant, at fifty. His wife was in the asylum, an almost hopeless imbecile. And Tom, who was Jean's best friend. whose loyalty to her had never fal- tered, had asked her to accept his protection through life without the impossible ceremony. : “You see, Jean, dear,” he had said the night before, “it is the law of the state that is to blame. You will be just the same as my wife to me for ever. And Il take you to Europe when 1 get the position, and we can live elegantly. You know me well B T P P A R B | & She had ||& B Special SALES Each Saturday and Monday U. G. BATES enough to trust me, Jean.” She had promised to think it over and give him his answer later. Tom was, indeed, the sort of man of whom any woman might be proud. Not all men in Cannon's were like that. There was Dodsleigh, for in- stance, the floorwalker of the perfum ery department, whom Jean had warned away often enough when she vaw him ogling some of her newcom ers. DNodsleigh was a married man, jand the type known a “good fel- low.” He was the type that would ap peal, in its cheap flashiness, to a girl like little Maggie Pryce, for in e Maggie had been in the department store four weeks, and her little empty head was swi g with romance Her knowledge of life was at the zero point. l It was only the day before that Jean had seen Maggle talking eagerly to Dodsleigh during her luncheon time. She had taken the opportunity to speak a few words to her seriously afterward. “I guess I know what I'm about,” an- swered Maggle pertly, with a toss of the head She passed the day at the store as though in a dream. When closing time arrived she had still failed to | come to any conclusion. She loved Tom. All her impulses were to go to him. And yet— She walked homeward, considering. “Why not?" she asked herself defi- antly. And snddenly she saw, reflected in a mirror at the entrance to one of the flashier, but less fashionable restau- rants, the faces of Dodsleigh and little Maggie Pryce The girl's face was flushed. there | was wine upon the table, and Maggie was leaning with beth elbows on the table and listening to Dodsleigh's | words. Suddenly she walked straight into | the restaurant and up to the little ta- ble at which they sat. She hardly knew that she was going there; some power seemed to have taken posses- sion of her and to be leading her against her will, She saw Maggle start violently, and Dodsleigh look up with an ugly sneer. “Sit down, Miss Rae. The more the merrier, you know,” he said with a grin. “Maggle, 1 want you to come with e" said Jean. lous, eh, Miss Rae?" asked Dods. | y! Some day I'll take you | | out, if you're real nice to me, maybe.” | “Maggle, do you know that this | man has a wife and children?" asked | | Jean. I | Maggie was lookinz up at her unde- | | cidedly. Her weak little will was eas. | fly overcome; just now she was more | in terror at having been discovered than at anythiug else, 1 “Come, Maggle, dear,” sald Jean. She took the girl by the arm. Mag- | 8le began crying convulsively. ‘See here!—" began Dodsleigh, | “I'l see you tomorrow, Mr. Dods- | leigh,” answered Jean. “Maggie, | dear!” She led her through the restaurant, |among the staring faces. Dodsleigh followed them, and then, at the en- | trance, seeing that he had failed, | turned away with a curse. Jean called a taxicab and put Mag- gle Inside. She followed. “I'm going to take you home, dear,” she said. “And that man won't trouble you again, after I've spoken to Mr. Can- non. 1 don't think he'll show up at the store any more.” Maggle was crying when the cab reached her door. “Oh, Miss Jeu."l she sobbed, “I know why you did this for me. But I ain't worth it. You see, if I'd ever had a real home, if I'd had you to take care of me—" “You're going to in future, Maggie,” answered Jean, kissing her good-night. “But why did you do this for me, Miss Jean?” “I don't | thoughtfully. And she did not know. That was what she wrote to Tom that night. ! “Tom, dear, I'll wait until you are free, and maybe, if what the doctor said is true, it won't be many years. But 1 can’t come to you now—and don’t ask me why, because I don't | know myself.” know,” answered Jean Optimistic Thought. 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