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LAWYER Raymondo Bldg., Lakeland, Florida KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW Office in Munn Bullding Lakeland Florida DR. RICHARD LEFFERS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 2-3, Skipper Building s+ees. Over Postoffice . e W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Office Upstairs East of Court Hous BARTOW, FLA. Examination of Titles and Rea, &+ tate Law a Specialty S W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. Telephones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Florids e R BT s J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Building .Practice in all courts. Homestead. claims located and contested Established in July, 1940 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST Room 1¢ and 15 Kentucky Building S LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT Kibler Hotel, Lakeland, Florida e T. M. BRYAN ARCHITECT Room 8 Elliston Building P. 0. Box 605 Lakeland, Florida e L P OFFICE ROOMS FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted Experiment in Sociology By ROSCOE DEXTER (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Ch: pman.) James Martyn, the millionaire own- er of the Martyn Ship Construction company, turned to his secretary, Miss Edna Summers, with a rather shame- faced expression. “The committee is waiting outside, sarthwork Specialists, | Miss Summers,” he said. Elant Denensima P quite sure that you are willing to see them?” “Quite sure,” answered the pretty secretary, smiling. “It is in the interests of sociology,” continued her employer. hardest thing I have ever had to do.” “You mustn't care about my feel- ings, Mr. Martyn,” answered the girl. “In the interests of sociology anything is justifiable.” The millionaire went out, to return But James Martyn had wondered what his mother would say when he told her that he intended to ask Edna Summers to become his wife, For he had been growing ihcreasing- ly conscious that she was the one woman in the world for him. She had entered into all his plans with such alacrity, Ler sympathy and charity were overflowing for the poor social | victims whom he was redeeming. And he knew that the girl was by no means ' indifferent to him. | | And 8o he asked her that evening, ! on the way home. Edna, startled and | yet flattered, faltered. She could not reply. “Will you take time to think it over?” he asked. ‘Ob, yes” she answered, timidly. { That was all. But it was an embar rassing evening. However, the em- barrassment was nothing to that of the next morning, when the Sunday bapers were opened. For accounts of the visit of the com- mittee filled the front pages. His pret- ty secretary, as Miss Edna was openly labeled, was called “the worst woman in Boston.” Her photograph was dis- played in proximity with James Mar- tyn’s. | Miss Summers was not yet down. Hastily mother and son scanned the dreadful displays. “One of those confounded sociolo- gists must have been a reporter!” in the company of a committee of in- vestigators, mostly white-bearded and bald, who stared in astonishment at the comely, refined young woman standing quietly before them. “Surely this young lady has never been a—a convict!” exclaimed the! in spokesman. “Yes, gentlemen,” answered the mil- | mj lionaire, “and 1 thought that before “Because I méan to ask her to be my showing you over my plant I would wife,” he answered. take you in here and demonstrate my greatest success in my scheme for re- claiming human wreckage. know, it is my boast that I can reform | pe any man or woman in the world. Given to a chance to labor honestly, nobody is| « irredeemable. most trusted employees are ex-con- 1 growled the millionaire. sorry for the girl, mother, and more for you.” oid lady quietly. Rich man that he was and dictator small boy before the glance of those asked her already, and she is to let me know shortly.” As you| “If ghe accepts you, James, it will Three-fourths of my | per? “l am so ‘Why for me, James?” inquired the his office, James Martyn felt like & 1d blue eyes. “In fact 1 have the best thing that could happen you,” answered the old lady. ‘Mother! You aren't ashamed of ‘Not a bit. It will make a man of viets.” | “But—what have been this lady’s | j1y. crimes?” inquired the stroking his beard. “She was the worst woman in Bos- ton, sir. She has served one year as you, James,” she returned peremptor- And her look was so suave, so piercing, too, that the millionaire was utterly at a loss. They hid the papers and a dreary day followed. Too embarrassed to speak much to Miss Edna, James Mar- tyn skulked like a schoolboy in his library until late iu the afternoon. Once, emerging, he saw Miss Sum- mers poring over a newspaper which she had purchased that morning. She knew, then. He went up to her. he said. “Never miild, Mr. Martyn,” answered the girl. “But I never dreamed that the facts would get into the newspapers,” he went on remorsefully. “[—" “Mr. Martyn, one cannot live down one’s past,” she answered, beginning to tremble. “And your answer—" began Martyn, when an altercation at the front door arrested his attention. An old lady and gentleman were engaged in very angry disputation with the butler, and, what is more, pushed that functionary aside without ceremony and came hur- riedly along the hall and into the par- lor. “I want to see Mr. James Martyn!” ‘I am so sorry,” “Surely This Young Lady Has Never Been a Convict.” a pickpocket, one year for larceny, six months for stealing in department stores, and six months for receiving stolen goods. When I engaged her, a year ago, her only redeeming quality was a love for her old father and mother. Now she handles an aggre- gate of four thousand dollars a day in hard cash " “Wonderful!” ejaculated the spokes- | an man and the committee, watching Miss Summers in fascination. “And I un- derstand, Mr. Martyn, that you pay each of your employees, whether male or femule, thirty-five dollars a w. k, irrespective of the work they do “luat is so, sir,” answered Mr. Mar- tyn. “It is my theory that thirty-five dollars is the minimum living wage on these days of soaring prices. endeavor to make themselves Just, but it pays.” He followed them out, closed behind them Miss Summers | on took out her handkerchief and burst | form her! into tears. She sobbed unrestrainedly “Edna, some minutes; then, as suddenly | true!"” ceasing, she dabbed at her eyes, smiled “Oh, it isn't—of course, it isn't,” and took up her work again. When at sobbed the girl for last her employer returned she was as demure and tranquil as he had always shouted the old gentleman, beside himself with wrath. The pair were obviously country- bred—prosperous farming people, they seemed to be. self-control and, more ominous, the | old lady did not seem anxious to con- trol him. Mrs. Martyn, rising with dignity. her out of chari with blazing e from his pocket and hammered on it with his hand Martyn, sir?” he continued, turning upon the millionaire as he entered.. “Why shouldn't 1 horsewhip you, sir?” As the old gentleman carried noth- ing more formidable than a hickory which one can exist in comfort, in | stick and was quite feeble, the answer At that [ was an obvious one. salary my employees are satisfled and turned, he saw Miss Summers come worthy | quietly into the room. of my confidence. In fact, it is not only | but 1n a moment the old lady hmiI caught her in her arms and they were to conduct | sobbing on each other's necks. them upon their tour of his establish- “You shall answer for this, sir!” ment. The moment that the door | shouted the father. get employment at a good salary to The man was beyond ‘I am Mr. Martyn’s mother,” said “The papers say that my daughter is ex-convict and that your son hired ' '*cried the old man, He pulled a paper “Aren't you James But, as he He hesitated, ‘You took my girl You wanted to re- Huh! We'll see!” dearest, say that 1t isn't pleaded her mother. out of charity! “You see, I had to known her to be, James Martyn was not very old for In fact, he was barely forty, though his serious demeanor a millionaire. help pay off that mortgage. and know- ing how hard it was I—I had heard of Mr. Martyn’s theory and I—pretended to have a criminal record so as to get employment at thirty-five dollars a gave him the appearance of an older man. He had sometimes wondered week. my life. And you can take back youf whether his interest in his secretary | old job, Mr. Martyn. I've mever stolen anything n And the man [ LITTLE FIRST FOOT By MOLLY M'MASTER. (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- paper Syndicate.) Upon the first morning of the New | Year Dean Richmond had awakened to find a small black kitten prowling 'nquisitively about her studio home. “Good mluck!"” was Dean's first hought. They were friends at once. Dean lived alone in the Bohemian section of the city. She was an editor on one of the better magazines, and left her studio each morning sharp at 8:30 o'clock. " The kitten, which Dean called First Foot, was sleek and a daintily clean little lady kitten. It would not have been difficult for her to find lodgings In the Bohemian section where black cats were considered the best of luck. The little collar with which Dean Immediately made her ownership cer- tain was black leather. The name in- scribed on the tiny silver tag was “First Foot,” since she had been the first little visitor to put foot over Dean's threshold in the new year. First Foot had been a part of the studio life for some five weeks be- forg_she brought down the wrath of her mistress uvon her own sleek head. Upon picking u; the kitten for her evening nap in Dean's lap the girl had smelled tobacco. Upon examination she made the discovery that her pet was reeking of the noxious fumes, “You disgraceful little lady,” ad- monished Dean while she went to the kitchen for brush and soap and toilet water. “You have been visiting the der. of some gentleman.” That proved to be only the first of the visits, for each night Dean found %er erstwhile perfumed pet reeking of tobacco smoke. There was no good In scolding. Dean finally accepted the tobacco as a part of her troubies. She did, however, tie a huge pink bow on the neck of her cat and saturated it with Wild Rose scent. “The guilty man may take a hint,” was her inward hope, But the guilty man did not take the hint. Each day when the small black cat came silently into his den he arose, stroked her head and felt thatl the day was well begun. When John Rogers finished a par- ticularly good story and determined to try it on the editor of the “Good- year Magazine,” he Foot's paw into the inkstand and made her imprint on his manuseript. So that when the story passed through the hands of the readers and found Its way to the editor of the “Good- year,” Dean Richmond found herself smiling at the imprintof a cat’s paw on the manuseript awaiting her judg- ment. In the evening she found herselt examining First Foot's paw. Her amazement was very genuine when she discovered that her pet’s foot was sticky and that close scrutiny revealed dried ink on the little toes. “So,” mused Dean, “the person who blows tobacco smoke all over my lovely kitten and the author of ‘Stag- natfon’ are one and the same being.” She fell to speculating as to the man's personality. “He assuredly is human and I would say—rather charming.” When John Rogees received the Iit- tle black visitor ‘hat morning he glanced amusedly at the extra larga pink ribbon on her neck. “You have an extravagant mistress, little lucky lady,” he sald. “She would never do for the wife of a struggling author.” If the cat disagreed she could not say so. Rogers petted First Foot and dislodged the note Dean Richmond had concealed in the bow. “The plot thickens,” laughed he, and onened the letter. “The editor of ‘Goodyear’ will see you tomorrow at ten o'clock,” he read aloud. “I'm hanged! How in thunder—!" Rogers ran his fingers through his hair and gazed questioningly at First Foot, who only went to sleep, having de. livered her message. It was the perfume that reached Rogers’ senses while they were dis- cnssing the merits of his story and the size of the check he was to get. “You,” he eald suddenly, and 1t svemed accusingly, “are the mistress of First Foot.” “I am,” laughed Dean, “but how do you know?" “The kitten reeks of that same scent,” he told her. “It 18 far better than reeking of to- bacco,” flashed Dean. Rogers flushed guiltily. “My pipe is rather strong.” Then, “You must live near, very near to me,” he added quickly, and there was a shameless suggestion of joy in his eyes. “Yes—it is strange, 't 1t “Delightfully strange,” agreea Rog- ers. “I wish First Foot knew the ex- tent of the luck she had brought me. Usell a story for $250 and realize that dipped First A SHY MAN'S WOOING By GEORGE MUNSON. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) ‘ Nobody had believed in William | Merritt. He had been a dreamy, im-‘, ! aginative boy and had lost h‘alf a { dozen positions in his native w'{llage. | An orphan, brought up by a dxstam: | relative who used him badly, he had ! shaken the dust off his feet and gone to the metropolis to earn a livelihood. Ten years later, a man of thirty- two, he was a national character. }fls bridge across the Potomac was consid- sred a triumph of American engineer- fng. The tunnel which he had driven across the Kill van Kull had been made the model for all such undertak- ings in America and Europe. With all his success and wealth he was still desperately lonely. His 5}1(:» ress had been the result of native genius and application. To his per~v sonality the shy man owed nothing. | And there had come to him a long- ing to show himself before those who had jeered him and win their esteem. He did not long for any personal triumph over them. He thought of Nettie Haines, the lit- | tle girl who had lived across the | OO IUTOBOTO OO [QLSLSLe I TS e BY Special SALE| Each Saturday and Monday Yiivaxtvaxtraviravivaxtra street from him. They had been child- hood sweethearts, apd he had told her that one day he would marry her. Doubtless she was married now and had long ago forgotten him. He thought of Saunders, who had dis- missed him from the grocery store; Boyce, the undertaker, for whom he | had worked during one long week. And he went back. I He registered at the only hotel the village boasted and made himself | known to Flaxman, the proprietor. The man shook hands with him coldly enough. | “Glad to see you back again, Mr. Merritt,” he said. “Mr. Boyce? O yes, he's flourishing. Saunders does the same old business.” Merritt had been too shy to ask for Nettie. He made his way up the street to Boyce's place. The man did not recognize him at first. “Well, I'm glad to see you,” he said, when his visitor had explained his purpose in calling. Saunders’ greeting was still more frosty. He recollected Merritt and was glad he was doing so well. As Merritt turned to leave, with a sense of disillusionment in his heart, he saw a young woman bending industrious- ly over a heap of bills in Saunders’ shop. It was Nettie, his old sweet- heart, Impulsively he strode up to her. “Why, Nettie—Miss Haines!” he ex- claimed. She recognized him and her face grew red. “How do you do, Mr. Mer- ritt,” she sald demurely. Shy as he was, Merritt managed to get into conversation with her. Un- der the watchful glances of Saunders he succeeded in stammering out a re- quest to visit her that evening. “It used to be Will,” he said, when she greeted that night as Mr. Merritt. “Well, Will, then,” she returned, laughing. “I do hope you have -had 8ood luck.” He looked at her in amazement, Had she not heard of him? FHe was not a vain man, but it seemed incredi- ble, when all the newspapers and magazines had been full of his suc- cess. “Yes, I have done pretty well,” he answered slowly. “I am so glad to hear it,” answered the girl. “You have no idea how hor- rid people are. I—but I suppose I shouldn’t be saying it.” He pressed her to tell him. “You remember how we used to tell each other everything,” he pleaded. Nettie colored slightly, “Well,” she continued, “Mr. Boyce said he sup- posed you had come back to try to get a Job in town, and were dressed up to make a bluff. And he said you'd never get anything in his place, and My Saunders agreed that it was the same as far as he was concerned. I felt s0 humiliated, and I am 80 glad to learn that it isn't so at all.” Merritt was thunderstruck. So these people had never heard of him at all. He had ascribed their coldness to the natural reserve of a little community, instead of which he was, in their eyes. the same ne'er-do-well, the same ip capable. And Nettie did not know, “Nettie,” he said, taking her hand “do you remember that time we found a dime fn the road and I split it in twe and we divided 1t?” “Perfectly, Mr. Merritt,” she replied smiling. “And do you remember what | saic to you then?” “No, William. That part has escaped my memory altogether,” *“Would you like me to remind you?” The girl's eyes, which had been The Hardware Co. Place of Business e Is where you SHOULD GO at all times for HARDWARE Building Material Such as s . Lime, Cement, Brick, Wall} Plaster, Sash, Doors, Qils} Paints, Stains & Varnishes Stoves, Ranges, Oil and Gasoline Ez Boss Ovens ‘ Farming Implements, Plows, Cultivators Garden Tools, Hoes, Rakes, Hand Plows s s Our highest Ideals are Quality and Service Come to see us and let us supply your needs Must Little Homeless in the City was purely altruistic. He had iutro- marry won't be one who'll tell the duced her to his mother, and Miss sociologists things like that about me. Summers was a frequent guest at the He'll have to be just about the best beautiful house on Connecticut avenue man in the world " which he had built for her. It was said It was old Mrs. Martyn who rose to that the seriousness of his outlook the occasion. She took the astonished upon life was the reason why he had girl from her mother's arms and placed never married He had never found a her head upon her own shoulder woman with the qualities of soul he “Now, good people,” she said sooth- craved. ingly, “nobody was to blame It was Miss Summers had been invited to just my son’s fad, that’s all. He's only his mother’s house that night. Long forty and he isn't quite grown up yet. ago James Martyn had told the gentle He doesn't understand human nature. old lady of her criminal past. And to Now say you all forgive him, and you, his amazement his mother, who had al- too, Edna, for he is really a good man.” ways disapproved of his sociological “Oh, I think he is the best man in experiment, did not turn a hair. the world!” cried the girl impulsively. “You see, James,” she had said, “a And then, struck dumb by the reali- sweet girl like that must necessarily zation of what she had said, she have been the victim of circum- blushed redder than a rose. — The Way to Clean Lamp Glasses. Here is an excellent way to clean lamp glasses: Hold them over a jug ¢ of bolling water until they are well ant oy place in the bust- steamed; then polish with a soft dry Vanilla, St o - rag. This is a much easier way than ness world, says a circular sent out o O Sttawherty, or | washing them, and the glasses very Chocolate Flavor, Stickers. rarely breuk. 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In that moment he knew that he had cheeks of the editor of “Goodyear.” |always loved her, and that it was “First Foot is a lucky cat,” he ru. | Providence which had kept him aloof minated on the way home, “ang I !and uncontaminated by the world, for once informed her that her mistress | this end only. And she did not know would not make a good wite for a | anything of him, of his wealth. | struggling author. Humph!” a soft,| “Will you marry me, dear?” he vhimsical smile played about Rog-|asked. “I can support a wite in com- ers’ lips. A smile of self-contradie | fort,” he continued whimsically. tion. 2 He drew her into his arms and —— kssed her. “You see, I have alwaya Worth Cultivating. | 1ad the habit of meaning what I say,* One of the most charming things in | 2@ continued. . girlhood 18 serenity.—Margaret B | “Will, dear, I have loved you al my Su-gster. life,” she answered. “eRunning}Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE SICK? §8 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. 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