Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 18, 1915, Page 7

out here in the sun and think thin, o over. And gradually I seemed to wofi < things out in my mind, and at first 1 2 . - ‘was reconciled, and then happy, flnnd clemilka cnlpep.e" ctress now I am just like a girl in mind — again. By Annie Hinrichsen Why should it come to a great, hulk- ing man, who can take care of him- self, and shy away from a gentle girl? ‘Will you marry me, Dorothy?” “Yes, I'll marry you—unless you de- cide that you don’t want me. There is something which you will have to know and—and—you may not want me then.” THROUGH MANY DOORS £ You see, as I was saying, folks are! T coming back to belief, though it is not | 338 the old certainty. Now 1 never re- | 3% Flirtation By JANE OSBORN. R TEREE =8y MILDRED CARTER A S DD DI opyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Ivow that I have passed my seventy- hth birthday I like to sit on the a2za and doze in the sun on warm ernoons. 1 like to see the life of e village, the girls and young men ssing along the sidewalk under- ath, Sometimes one of them will ok up at me. “Hello, grandma!” ey shout cheerfully, and nod. 1 like it, especially in springtime, hen the leaves are beginning to un- d, and nature takes on a renewal life. It is always & miracle to me, is new opening of the buds, just the me now as when I was a girl so any years ago. ] was brought up very strictly, in e Presbyterian belief. In those days e all thought that only the elect buld be saved, and that many were stined to perish everlastingly in hell e. Then, I remember, Mr. Darwin ought out a book which told us we ere nothing but monkeys, and had no buls, any more than the beasts. 1 as never so sure that the beasts dn't, and 1 am less sure of it now han ever; but, still, that was a pe- od of great unrest. A lot of relig- us folks ceased to believe in any- hing, and there was a good deal of pocrisy in the matter of church go- %u( of late years I have seen the pange that is coming over folks gain. It isn’t so much that they are prning back to the old beliefs as hat they are beginning to believe. hey haven't got it all down so fine, bout predestination and all that, I hean, but still they are beginning to believe as they used to. And that ptrikes me as the finest sort of be- ief—a belief in which there is a good deal of hope mixed, a belief you have o cling to—faith, I suppose. Tc my mind it isn’t only the open- ng of the leaves year after year, but the opening of our hearts, too, that onvinces me of a better life to come. I don't believe any of the young people who see me nodding here in the sun understand that even at sev- enty-eight one may be, at heart, the same as a girl of twenty. It was only three months ago that 1 met Tom Bentley, after a separation of fifty years. The Bentleys had lived for generations in this little town, but Tom went west when he was a boy, after a quarrel with his sweetheart, and 1 understood he had married and settled for good in California. The first part was true, but the second ¥as exaggerated; at any rate, he had come back a widower, his children be- Ing married and scattered, to end his days in Four Corners. When | Jooked at the gray old man, end remembered the dark-haired boy whom I had loved so much and sent away, my heart felt as if it was going to break. But after a few weeks I felt Quite differently. He had sought me out, and he learned for the first time that I had 8ix children living, and eight grand- ¢hildren, and that I had been living ¥ith my daughter Molly since my hus- band dieq “Tom,” I said to him, “I don’t mind telling you that I never loved my hus- band half so much as you.” “Lizzie,” he amswered, “you haven't anything on me there.” S0 we chatted together quite gayly, &d nowadays Tom comes over pretty tearly every afternoon. If he sees that | am asleep he goes away very %oftly, 5o as not to disturb me. And Sometimes 1 only pretend to be asleep, %0 that | can sit still and think and "": n my memories. Grandmother’s flirtation,” the &andchildren call our talks. It never €aters their heads that, for all my six children and seventy-eight years, I am st as much interested in Tom as though he were again the dark-haired 7 whose photograph, very faint and faded. stands on my bureau. At first, as 1 sald, my heart was Bearly broken. But then | usea to sit Good Advice About Ollcloth. After washing oilcloth and linoleum, sure to dry it properly. If left .:”‘D it will speedtly rot and soon be- ;mrne totally ruined. It 1s a great e &ke to use too much water for _;;:x it The cloth lhouldul:i rt u;ll! and passed lightly over the = To Cure Hysteria. ¥rap mustard plasters on bends, $Tists, soles and paims, and allow P Hent o rest. | shut me out from Tom. gretted marrying Jim, and | hope and | | 8m sure that I shall meet him again, and that whatever there wa : mon interest and affection b, will be renewed. s of com- | etween us But that doesn't Now suppose I haq i ‘ married Tom. | :Would the old romance, which exists | { still, in spite of my seventy-eight years, continue? Or would it have | been frittered away with the cares of | life, the bearing and rearing of my: c:flldreln. the friction of things and the | struggles? 1 think it w ve | < would have | | ‘That seems the strange thing about | | life—the moment you begin to realize | { bappiness you lose it. It all consists | in the looking backward or looking '« forward. | Now, what an adventure life ought | to .be. and was, and is becoming ! | 8gain, with the old faith coming back | to us. Because 1 am quite sure that | {1t is this youth in our hearts, which | never dies, no matter how old we are, | | that is to be realized in the life l(;‘ lcomo. I am quite sure that then at“ | last, we shall find the happiness which | we all try so hard to catch and some- how miss. Well, then, does anyone mean to tell ‘ me that my heart won't be big enough | to hold both my husband andgTom‘.mi: an existence where there is no marry ing or giving in marriage? It seems | to me that there one will have all the romance of girlhood and all the joys of being a mother, and a grandmother too. I have put this idea into words: rather crudely, not being a writer; but, anyhow, that was my conclusion, and I told Tom about it. You can't imagine how pleased it made me to know that he understood. “That is just how 1 have been feel- ing, my dear,” he told me. “You see, when I heard you were married life seemed impossible for me. But by and by I began to find out that it has g0t to be lived, and 1 triod to live it My wife and I were very happy to- gether. And I thousht often that if it had been you our ren would have been differ “Yes,” I told him. “I should be dreadfully unhappy without Polly and Dora and Mark and Philip and the two boys in Los Angeles.” “But now we have each other as well as our own,” he answered. I closed my eyes, because 1 wanted to think. 1 was casting over in my mind the different women I knew, and it seemed to me that whether they had married the right man or the wrong man it seemed pretty well to even itself out. And I thought of those who had never married at all, and what a load of experience there must be waiting for them in the next life. “For my part, Tom,” 1 said, “I would not have it any different. Iam so glad I never married you—and I used to think my heart was broken. “Same here,” he answered, squeez- ing my hand, and then I saw a couple who were passing along the street look up and smile at us. “Ill be over tomorrow about the same time,” sald Tom, getting up and taking off his hat with the sweeping gesture he used to use. I watched him walk away toward his cottage. How pleasant it is to be alive, I thought. And how pleasant it is to be an old woman, with all one's troubles lived through already. STRICTLY “WHILE YOU WAIT” Chinese Needlewomen Mend Mascu: line Garments While Seated in Public Street. In many towns of China one may bgve his garments mended on the street, and “while he waits.” Native sewing women are to be seen on low stools, perhaps on the sidewalks, mending articles of masculine attire. The accomplishments of these street seamstresses are somewhat limited, their efforts with the needle being for the most part confined to “running.” Other branches of needlework are practically unknown to them. As a consequence their efforts are better appreciated by native workmen than by foreign travelers. They are never short of patrens among the former, for these are often natives of other districts, and, hav- ing come to the city to engage in business, have no one to mend a rent Yor them. Their wives being left at home, they are glad to avail them- selves of the services of the street needlewomen. For this class of cus-| tomers the skill of the itinerant sew- Ing woman answers practically every purpose. Generally speaking, these women are wives of boatmen and laborers who tive in the houseboats Which line the creeks of many Chinese cities and towns, and their needles are a great help toward the solution of the prob- lem of maintenance in a crowded ity or town. — One-Hundred-Pound Motorcycle. To bridge the gap between the o.rdl. pary bicycle and the modera, high- power motoreycle, a lightweight me- Qium power machine has keen devel- oped. Itis built with a s"urdy frame of the loop type, much tighter utun that of the average moteccycle With its tanks filled the machine weighs only 110 pounds as compa_red with the approximate average weight of 260 pounds, or more, of the larger cycle— Popular Mechanics Magazine. Phosbe’s Only Ch-ne.': ts at & cat show are no! nc.t.hflr rat catching records; there fore it would be of no use to enter Phoebe. She'll have to be shown in @ steel and wire trap exhibition.— Toledo Daily Blade For a Nonskid Stepladder. In using a high ladder on & po”lllhd floor we tried the “gafety first” plan of placing underneath its feet two ! taflure he had heard lued to- juares of coarse sandpaper & :mer. thus giving a grip on bopllb the floor and the ladder: ouse- keeping “There is nothing that can come be- tween us.” “Will you promise me that, Dick? Richard 3eymour caught his breath | Will you promise mnot to refuse to quickly and leaned forward in his seat. It was only a resemblance which had startled him, he assured himself. Dor- u"h,v Blair would not be playing a | A',"_"" part in a second-rate company. This tired, work-aged actress with | Dorothy’s clear, utiful eyes could not be the charming young woman who three years before had refused to marry bim I'e hud gone abroad immediately aftter her re 1l and bits of home gossip reached Lim at long intervals. | Ile heard tLat Dorothy, pursuing a dream she had always cherished, had e on the stoge. { her success or 4 Tnnh:h(,'i in his own land, he | theater because it | his first « d gone was ncar his hotel. The woman on the staze played her | Insigrificant part with a mediocrity of | bility. Her work was not good and it | wag not co bad. It was commenpla. aundience paid | litile atte Cn the bill ber | name wa ulpepper. Seymc e at what he had | ered resemblance became ap- | prehension, @ X ing horro The aciress was Dorothy. The hard, strained voice, the stiff, stereotyped movements, the lines and lows which showed beneath the t had belonged to the Dorothy he d known. Only her eyes were un- changed, and by them he recognized her. When the play had ended, he the stage door. “Riclard, you have When did yeu come? you been in the city?” “I arrived tod: I went into the theater tonight and recognized you. Let us go to some place where we can talk. Don't you want something to eat?” She hesitated. “Do you mind going to a quiet place, Richard? 1 am wear- ing a very shabby gown.” It was a bhby gown, he noticed when she removed her fong black coat in the little res.aurant. Her hat, too, at come back. How long have i “Richard, When Did You Come?” was ghabby. She had removed only a part of her makeup and her fuce was full of lincg d shadows. “Tell me about yourself, Ricnard. You have been successful, 1 am glad, [ want to hear about your work."” “1 don’t want to talk about myeelf, t want to talk #bout you. Are you happy on the & »? Are you satis- fied with the work you are doing “You did not lilie my acting tonight, ard you?” she asked, ignoring his ques- tion. “You think I am a poor actress in a poor company.” “I hoped for greater success for you, Dorothy.” “Of course you did, Dick, and you are disappointed to find me a shabby, second rate actress.” “Why don’t you leave the stage?” “I have my living to make." #Dorothy, I can’t stand this—I can’t let you slave your life away in a pro- fession for which you have no talent, in which you have become only a sad travesty of the beautiful, happy girl you used to be. Forgive my brutal frankness. 1 don’t wish to hurt you. Put I am go unhappy to find you in these circumstances that I can’t help saying what I think.” Dorothy's chin was in the palm of one hand. With the other hand she was turning her fork over and over on the tab nd watching it intently. “You are right, Dick,” she said, with- out lifting her eyes from the moving fork. “Clemina Culpepper 18 a sad travesty.” “Dorothy, will you marry me?” “Do you wish to marry a woman with no beauty, no talent, a battered tailuré? Pity, Dick, is not love.” “But I love you, Dorothy. I have al- ways loved you. I want you even more than I did three years ago. You are still the same Dorothy at heart. Your eyes are as sweet and as true they were the last time I saw you.” “A successful man ought mot to marry a shabby actress.” “I hate success. I sat in the thea- ter tonight hating it because It had to come to me instead of to yqu. could have driven it away with g club, f 1 could have made it .go to you. ve Weed One of the most expensive woods used regularly in an established im- dustry in the United Btates is box- wood, the favorite material for wood carving. It has been quoted at four cents a cubic inch, and about $1.300 by the thousand board feet. Werth While Quotations. “Never wait for life to come to Put create the atmosphere around Belleve in joy until it Somes, for is only half alive who allows life to make her instead of making life. - Selected. \ yoR, you. she | He stared in amazement. | minutes neither of them spoke. | marry me when you learn—the—the | something which I shall have to tell |you?” “] promise. Where do you live?” ! be asked, as he signalgd a cab. She mentioned a wellknown hotel. For several As the cab turned into a brilliantly i lighted street Dorothy laid her hand {on his arm. | softly, “at that sign.” “Look, Dick,” she said Before a large theater stood a huge | billboard bearing in electric lights the names of the leading members of the company playing there. “Dorothy Blair” flared at the top of the board. “What does that mean?” Are there two of your name or have you been—" “Dick, your voice is hard and cruel Don't speak so to me. 1 am the Dor- othy Blair who is playing in this the- ater. Clemina Culpepper is a poor, broken-down actress who was in the same company that 1 was the first year I was on the stage. She was very kind to me; she mended my clothes, comforted me when I was homesick and discouraged, and took care of me when 1 was sick. She supports her self and her invalid husband. This is their wedding anniversary. There was an accident in our theater today which prevented a performance to night. “I remembered it was Clemina's an- niversary and 1 insisted on taking her place tonight so that she and her hus- band could have their anniversary to- gether. 1 had to be shabby and old and a poor actress in order that 1 should not be recognized either by the . houses had back doors, Lee knew, and | audience or by the people in the cast. ! I am not a great, famous star yet, but 1 have a leading part in a good com pany. Aud, Dick, you said nothing should come between us. Ised not to refuse to marry me. I do care for you, Dick. I've always cared. but I did not realize how much until tonight when you told me you loved a shabby old failure that you thought was L. And my career? Is there a woman who would not joyously give up a career If she were offered in place of it something a million times better?” ! LAUGH WAS ON THE GIANT Story of Thor's Wonderful Sword and the Big Fellow Who Thought Himself Invulnerable. In the olden days, amid the glories of the northland. there lived a mighty glant who was sure that he was iIn- vulnerable. So he walked up and down the earth, grinning mightily, talking much and glorying in his strength. Neither sword of hero nor spear of warrlor could go much as start the goose flesh on his leathern hide. And he waxed bolder and bolder in his pride until he was heard one day to shout: “I am proof against every- thing! Thor himself has no spear that can harm me!"” Now when Thor heard of this boast he bent his brows and swore in his beard. Then he threw down his ham- mer and called for his great sword Balmung, the ancestor of all swords— the sword with edge so fine that no lightest hair counld balance across it without dropping in twain. And Thor grasped Nalmung and went forth in search of the giant. When the giant saw nim coming he showed all his teeth in one terrific grin and cried: “Ho! Here is where we show them!"” and bared his swarthy bosom. Then Thor strode three strides for- ward and with one swinging swish of Balmung he smote the giant fair amidships. But the giant, looking down, saw only a thin red line around his fat stomach, and feeling no hurt, he cried triumphantly, “O, Thor, have I not sald it? I am invulnerable!” “Good!” cried Thor. “But shake thyself!"” Then the glant began to shake him- gelf in a mighty laugh—when sudden- ly he fell apart in two pleces, and that laugh was- called off forever! So wondrous keen was Balmung, the sword of swords! —_—— Bubbling Cup That Can Be Lifted. The one great disadvantage of the ordinary bubbling cup sanitary foun- tain lies in the fuct that the drinkers, whether they be men, women or chil- dren, tall, short, fat or thin, must place their lips to the cup instead of placing the cup to the lips. In an endeavor to remedy this dis- advantage, one sanitary drinking foun- tain manufacturer has designed a bubbler which may be raised to the height of the lips, so that the user may stand in a perfectly easy and natural position while drinking. This is made possible by a hose and cup arrange- ment, the hose consisting of a double tube. The inner tube is the feed pipe for the bubbler, and the outer tube acts as a waste pipe, carrying away the surplus water while the person is pray drinking. The flow of water through the inner tube is continuous, no mat- ter what the position of the cup, but when the cup is lowered into its posi- tion In the fountain basin, the water flows over it and discharges into the basin, instead of belng carried away by the outer tube.—Popular Mechan- ics. Ant's Remarkable Strength. An ant can carry a graln of corn ten times the weight of its own body, while a horse and a man can carry & burden only about equal to their own weight. You prom- ! (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure News- paper Syndicate.) | The first door was the front door and Lee Bateman passed that thresh: | old one day toward the middle of that memorable senior year at college. | Molly was different from the other giris in the college town. None of the boys knew her. It was said that Doctor Dare had refused to allow Mol- 1y to waste her time with the college boys, and wasn't this very fact added to the golden hair and the bewitching smile, enough to fire any college senior's spirit of adventure? But that first door—the front door —of the rambling old mansion was the wrong way to find Molly. To be sure, Lee Rateman was received into the stately old mahogany drawing room and Mrs. Dare talked to him with unenthusiastic courtesy and had even made out the check that patron- esses were expected to contribute to the senior dance. But Lee's expecta- tions of seeing Molly were disap- pointed. His only glimpse of her was a fleeting vision through the window as she went out for an afternoon drive. “Still there are other doors’" he thought. “Molly doesn’t come out of that door when she goes driving. She uses the side door.” But the next day when Lee tried to approach that door in the disguise of a book agent he found that the door was guarded by Molly's pet bulldog, who treated Lee with the usual canine cordiality toward book agents. Then there was the bacK door. All perhaps if he made his entrance that way he might find Molly making fudge in the kitchen. Luck had been against him so far and it was bound to turn. 1t was not hard to induce the grocer boy to let him deliver the rice and tea and coffee; apd a little change in the way of a cap and a coat transformed him to the part. But Molly wasn't making fudge that afternoon. To be sure the cook was kind but Lee had no satisfaction in the encounter. The fourth door seemed the most difficult. It was the doctor's office door. But somehow Lee went directly into the doctor’s private office, and YOU SEE THIS PICTURE? THIS IS NO FANCY, IT’S A FACT. START ONE NOW. YOU CAN'T GROW A TREE WITHOUT A RUOT; YOU CAN’T BUILD A HOUSE WITH- OUT A FOUNDATION; YOU CAN'T BUILD A FORTUNE WITH- OUT PUTTING MONEY INTO THE BANK TO GROW. AND IT IS MIGHTY COMFORTABLE TO HAVE R FORTUNE WHEN YOU ARE OLD. BANK SOME OF YOUR EARNINGS. BANK WITH US. WE PRY 5 PER CENT INTEREST ON TIME DEPOSITS. American State Bunk BE AN AMERICAN, ONE OF US.” Flour! before he realized what had happened he found himself being questioned by the doctor as to the trouble which had brought him there. “Sprained ankle,” said Lee on the spot and the doctor immediately got ¢o work with bandage and liniment. Ten minutes later, when Lee paid the doctor his fee, there was a twin- kle in the old doctor's eye. Lee jumped out through the pas- sage into the hall of the house and there—the fates had relented at last— he saw Molly, the gold hair and the sweet smile and the merry gray eyes, and even the pet dog who accepted Molly’s recognition of Lee as sufficlent reason to abandon hostilities. Molly Knew Mr. Bateman, and she was sorry that he had sprained his ankle and she opened the front door and watched him with concern as he limped down the front steps. It was only two minutes’ encounter, but it was enough to fire the ardor of Lee's devotion. Lee limped—when he thought of it —around the campus for the day and the next day he was one of the first afternoon patients waiting for the doctor's professional services. There were more bandages and more lini- ment, and then there was that won- derful passage through the house to the front door, where Molly again ap- | peared. The next day the ankle was | no better. The doctor agreed with Lee that it needed daily attention, and Lee's limp was so affecting that Molly drove him back to the campus in her pony cart. The ankle had to recover. Bandages and limiment would, of course, have thelr results, But there were other complaints that a senior might in- vent. There were sprained wrists and strained eyes and strange unaccount- able pains, and always the kindly doctor discovered symptoms that Lee had not even dreamed of, and always he accepted Lee's spot payment with the same apparent satisfaction in money well earned. And always there was the passage through the house, and always there was Molly who gseemed to hover near the passage way at office hours. Still Molly did not ask him to come by the side door or the front door, and Lee did not dare to ask her for the nrivilege. Some: times Lee stayed a half hour and some times he felt that in Molly's smile he caught a faint reflection of the devo- tion that had inspireu nis daily visits Then one day—it was nearing final examination time and Molly had been especially eager to know Lee's plans for the future—ILee had the long-an- ticlpated opportunity to tell Molly of his love and to feel in her glance the responge he had become so eager to receive. “And now,” said Molly, with a laugh that was contagious, “daddy can square his conscience about those fees. He knew that you were bluffing and he didn’t want to let you keep on paying him. But I wouldn’t let him stop. I was afraid that you wouldn't come any more. But father likes you for your foolisgness. And he never would have ha* chance to know you so well if it hadn’'t been for those daily visits. But he has just been sav- ing the fees to return with Interest.” Fusel ofl never greages the wheels of progress. Curse of Idieness. 98 Ib. 24 Ib. 12 Ib. 08 Ib. fl Flour! & Now is the Time to Lay In a Supplv &2 Sacks Best Plain Flour - $3.85 Sacks Best Plain Flour Sacks Best Plain Flour Srif-Rising Flour 1.00 50c 400 E. 6. TWLEDELL- PHONE 59 Do Doubt You saw-dust before the PHONE 76 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- chlef, one of the seven deadly sins, the cushion upcn which the devil chiefly reposes. Doing Her Share. “It seems a pity, my dear Mrs. Gotham, that you New York soclety women “on't give up more of your time to raising money for the poor.” “My dear Marjorie, how can you say i such a thing? Haven't 1 sat up until two o'clock for three nights now play- ing charity bridge?—Life. Saw Some Dust At the County Fair . We hope you may also see some of our other words we hope you will soon Get Busy on that Building you have been talking about and that you will see us for Your Lumber and Material season is over; in Lakeland Manufacturing Company LAKELAND, FLA, Sarcastic Married Man. “Yes,” said the bachelor, with the consclous pride of sacrifice. “I make a point of giving up certain pleasures during Lent.” ‘Huh!” snorted the married man. “You bachelors have & cinch on chat sort of thing. What are forty days to three hundred and sixty- five?"—Town Topics.