Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 22, 1915, Page 6

The Professions B Chiropractor D2. J Q. SCARBOROUGH, Lady in Attendance In Dyches Building Between Park and Auditorium OFFICE HOURS. 8 to 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 5 p. m. 7:00 to 8:00 p. m. Camsultation and Examination Free. Residence Phone 240 Black B @. D. & H. D. MENDENHALL CONSULTING ENGINEERS Suite 212-215 Drane Bulilding Lakelend, Fla. Phosphate Land Examinations ané piant Designs Karthwork Specialists, Surveys. ——————————————————————— Realdence phone, 278 Black. Ofce phone, 278 Blue. DR. SARAH E. WHEELER OSTEOPATH Annex, Door South of First National Bank Lakeland, Florida ————————————————— DR. W. R. 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 & Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida Munp 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. Jv ROGERS & SPENCE® Attorneys at Law, Bryant Bullding Lakeland, EPPES TUCKER, JR. Florida 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 Over Postoffice . . W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Office Upstairs East of Court House BARTOW, FLA. €xamination of Titles and Rea: Xe: tate Law a Speclalty W. HERMAN WATSg}:. M. D. Morgan-Groover 5 Telephones: Office 351; Ru;‘lll Red Lakeland, Floride J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Building . Practice in all courts. Homestead. claimg located and contested Established in July, 1900 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 faaas st t Lt e et Y ] OFFICE ROOMS FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted in the City ~eRunning,Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE i SICK? §8 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Hanna HARDIN BLD Kandy! Kandy! Try our Home-made Cocoa- nut Fudge. Made in Lakeland, U. S. A., ifrom Fresh Cocoa- nuts. Vanilla, Strawberry, or Chocolate Flavor, Peanut Brittle made daily. Remember me for Huckle- berries, Blackherries, Peaches and other Fruits. H. O. DENNY Phone 226. Hardin Bldg. BACK OF THE STAM Why the Roses Came to Peggy’s Cheeks. By CATHERINE COOPE. Tom Lynn peered cautiously down through the vines that clustered up from the window box on the floor below. Would that feminine, chestnut crowned head, with its myriad of stolen sunbeams, be in its accustomed place on the balcony below? Lynn leaned forward, careful not to break one of the tender green shoots that 80 generously scrambled up and over his bachelor window frame. Lynn felt grateful for the fragrant link that seemed to join his studio to that of , the girl with the coppery hair. In his romantic mind he likened the : vine to the invisible tendrils that had escaped from the girl's personality and bound him in a tight mesh. Yes, she was there. Lynn felt strangely at peace with the world now that he could feas: his eyes on the riot of hair that lay in two great braids around her shapely head. He chafed at his bird's-eye view of the girl. From his position she seemed to have cheeks like a rose petal. Once in a fortunate moment, when che was measuring the skyline with her eyes, Lynn had a glorious glimpse of a dimpled chin and lips. From that moment Lynn had scarcely left his studio, so fearful was he that the girl would vanish from his sight. He spent many hours watch- ing her slim fingers wield the paint brush, for she was making an inter- esting sketch of the housetops that formed her outlook. Only once had Lynn been in the elevator with the girl, and it had seemed 8o entirely wrong that she should flash her smile at the big black man who ran the elevator rath- er than at him. But when she step- ped out Lynn received a swift, shy glance. He remembered afterward that a delicate color had come into her cheeks. And now as he gazed down at her on the balcony he sighed. “So near and yet so far,” he fretted inwardly and felt a twinge of jealously when she began to write a Yes, She Was There. letter. “Why do people spend Sun- day writing letters?” he questioned himself. Lynn was startled then by her voice calling to some one within the studio. “Oh, Jane—I forgot to get stamps and this letter absolutely must go to- night. Have you one?” The girl stepped inside and Lynn was pos- sessed of a bright idea. He found his stamp book and tore out a couple of stamps. With swift fingers he wrote his name on the back and let them flutter down to the balcony below. As he had ex- pected, one flew out beyond the rail- ing, but the other dropped down and clung to green vines. Would the girl see it? Lynn wait- ed impatiently. She came out again, and he could tell by the disappoint- ment in her attitude that she had been unsuccessful in her quest. She stood for a moment in indecision, then discovered the stamp clinging to the vine. “Oh—how fortunate!” she cried to the person within. “I have found one!” Lynn watched her moisten the cor- ner of her envelope and stick the stamp on. He sighed. He had hoped that she might, in moistening the stamp, catch sight of his writing. However, he had done her a service, and that was some consolation. It was a week later and Tom Lynn was at his usual place by the vine- framed window. He looked out to see if the girl's head was there. Yes. And another head, black and wind- tossed, was there also. The two girls were talking and their voices rose distinctly to Lynn. They were evidently continuing a conversation started within. “But how could you stick a stamp on without seeing that name?” the dark-haired girl asked. “I licked the envelope,” returned |the other. “I merely found that stamp on my vine and put it on your letter.” It seemed to Lynn that a Florida Ave. || found in the tact crow suppressed current of excitement was | in her voice. | “And it my little brother did not have a craze for making a smoker" | table of stamps I would never have seen Tom Lynn’s name. I am going Etraight to his studio and ask him.if ———— Hubby's Joke. “Won't your wife sing for ust® “Sure! T just asked her not to.— | The Mischiet Maker Stickers. The great difference between a pud- Uio servant and a domestic servant is that the public servant would not re- - | slgn even under fire—Loutsville Coun | ferJournal. —— Sometimes Lonely, One advantage in being good is that ds. h Tom Lynn who used to butld sand castles with me.” { “I know there is a Tom Lynn in | the building because I have seen his name.” Did Lynn imagine it or was there just a suspicion of eagerness in the | Volce. She jumped up suddenly. “Let us telephone to him right away and ask him in to tea,” she suggested to the black-haired one whom Tom Lynn was trying in vain to catch a glimpse of. “I really must ; thank him for his timely sending of a stamp, whether he is the Mr. Lynn you know or not.” | Both girls went within the studio, lite,” declared Elwyn. “Why, Myra, | ~tuousl. and presently Tom Lynn went to an- you've been crying!” and he stared | ho/ -repeated | angilo) swer his telephone. He felt suddenly | very much elated and his heart leaped at the prospect of meeting the girl | with the coppery hair. “Hello. Yes. Am I? Well, I guess I am. Didn't I used to tease jthe life out of you by calling you eeny, meeny, miny, mo, just because your name {8 Enid?” Then Tom Lynn sald with a sudden swift tact: “But where are you? May I not come 'and have tea with you? I was Just’ about to have my lonely bachelor cup.” He smiled to himself. “Yes. In ten minutes. Thanks, goodby.” He hung up the receiver and went again to the window. The girls were not on the balcony. “Primping,” he | surmised. When he dropped the brass knock- 1 er on Peggy Mackey's studio it was i Enid who opened the door. She greet- ! ed him shyly, and in her smile he rec- ognized the little Eny of sand castle days. 3 PRl “The same happy dimples,” he told her, and glanced beyond to the other girl whose eyes were saylng some- thing that he could not fathom. When he held the slim fingers that | he had watched so often, Tom Lynn | felt supremely happy. She seemed very shy and the color came fitfully | iinto her cheeks. “Dld you know—about the stamp?” | i she asked him. “I cannot tell a lie,” with a laugh. you.” “Tommy Lynn,” cried Enid, “I be- lieve you are still romantic—as you | were in sand castle days. But I sup- pose that is what has made you a successful writer.” She tripped away off to make the tea, and Peggy looked up at Lynn. There was a mischiev- ous expression in her eyes, and she said, with lowered eyelids: “The vine from my window box makes a very nice frame for a face.” She glanced up swiftly and watched the color mount to Tom Lynn's tem- ples. Then she laughed outright and came confidingly nearer him. “Do you know the reason why I keep my paint box so shiny? It is because I wanted it for a mirror. I have seen | you up in your window looking at me." “Your are a fraud,” laughed Lynn, recovering from his embarrassment. “Then that s why the roses came into your cheeks one day in the elevator, isn't it?” “Perhaps,” Peggy said, “but all T could get was a worm’s-eye view.” “And mine was a bird's-eye view. I much prefer this,” he told her. “If my little brother did not have a craze for stamps,” put in Enid, “you two would not have met. And judg- ing from expressions, I would say that such a possibility is too dreadful to talk about,” She turned appealing eyes upon Lynn. “And I have tried a dozen times to find the right man for Peg- gy “You should not forget sand castle days, when you are looking for men,” laughed Lynn. “After this I am going to write my name on the back of every stamp I buy.” (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure News- paper Syndicate.) he quoted, | “1 dropped it down to ' Passed With the Melody. As the last sad notes of “Ah Che La Morte,” which she was playing at a summer gathering echoed through the house, a summer visitor at Northport, L. L, turned to bow to the company, and then collapsed. As her husband rushed to her she looked up at him and gasped: “Kiss me goodbye, dear, for I am going to die.” Hardly had the words left her lips when the end ! came. Death was caused by heart failure, brought on by the effort she | had put into her rendition of the song from ‘Il Trovature,” to prove that grand opera was superior to all forms ! of music. “Don’t you think that the! popular melodies are really the best?" was the question asked the lady, who sung several times during the eve- ning. She answered in the negative so positively that a discussion com- menced. To prove her contention, she dwelt on the beautiful arlas of “Il Trovatore,” declaring them to be un-! equalled. As an illustration she volun- teered to play “Ah Che La Morte.” The plano score of this piece is dif- ficult, and requires delicate finger exe- cution. While the doomed woman played her audience listened spell- bound. The notes seemed to sob out the lover's farewell, while the pro- test against their eternal separation stormed the stern decree of fate in an outburst of harmony. Then came the end, as the tragedy of the opera com- pleted its sombre finish in real life. “Unfailing Taste for Apparel.” Hermann Struck, the eminent Ger- man painter and Munich academician, who has been visiting America, con- fesses that he is astonished at the good taste in which not only our ladies of leisure, but working women of all classes are clad. Herr Struck does not think that New York women have all the grace of Parisiennes, but | “they possess glorious figures and an | inborn sense of color. It will always be a psychological puzzle to me where | this young generation got its untailing taste for apparel.” i — The Way to Clean Lamp Glasses. Here 18 an excellent way to clean lamp glasses: Hold them over a Jug ! of bolling water until they are well | steamed; then poiish with a soft dry rag. This is a much easier way than washing them, and the glasses very rarely breuk ™ postmaster. “That's | clent Rome, and were introduced to | enable soldiers to dispose of spoils ot! ever hear of either of truth.” “Well, I saw Uncle Graves safe to the depot, all right.” “I hope he enjoyed his stay with us,” murmured Myra. “Said he'd bad the best time in his dolorously into her eyes. “I—I peeled some onions,” she lame- ly explained. “Yes, hours .ago, for dinner. here, Myra, my uncle—" “Our uncle,” corrected Myra. “Well, I am afraid you are sort of disappointed.” “Why should I be, dear?” “To be plain, Myra, I think you have reason to be. Uncle Graves is odd and all that, and I am no beggar, but he must have seen that with my be- ing out of work we are pretty well pinched. You have had to turn all kinds of hard corners to make things appear comfortable. He might have given you some kind of a little pres- ent. Frankly, I expected it, and I don’t want you to think my relatives are mean and stingy.” “Uncle Graves!” exclaimed Myra. “Oh, no, dear. I really enjoyed his company. I will say truthfully that I hoped he would help you along a trifle until you got work again. But maybe he has troubles and is hiding them Jjust like ourselves.” “Well, maybe,” assented Elwyn du- biously, “but I always thought that he had plenty of means.” “He must lead a lonely life,” went on Myra sympathizingly. “Then, too, he has been so disappointed in that nephew of his, Bruce Wayne, who has gone to the bad utterly, they say.” “I am very glad you take it that way,” said Elwyn. “I was caring only for your disappointment.” “I am the happiest woman in the world with you by my side!” declared Myra brightly. “Now then, to get down to practical every-day life, sir! Put on an apron and help me get the table cloths and napkins we bor- rowed from mother ready to do up.” “U—um!” observed Elwyn, glancing in at the pantry. g0 on, eh, dear? Sugar—pretty low. Flour—why, there isn’t more than two bakings left,” and Elwyn snapped open and then snapped shut the flour box near the open window. “Well, by the time two bakings are over and done with you may be back at work and all kinds of good fortune come to us!” chirped Myra hopefully. ‘“Come, sir, to work with your down- trodden, abused helpmeet! You dear- est, dearest darling!” and Myra gave him a kiss that echoed through the house, and both pitched into the work before them as if it was jovial fun. Crouched under an open side win- dow, wide awake and safely sheltered, Sammy Jones listened intently to all that had been spoken within the house. Now he darted away. He made for the railroad depot. There, his train gone, and half hiding in a shadowed corner, was artful Uncle Graves. “Well,” he challenged, “ did you earn that dollar?” “I've tried to,” answered Sammy and proceeded to detail all that he had overheard at the cottage. Uncle Graves chuckled serenely. Then he took a package from his pocket. For two minutes there was a low-whispered conversation between the precious twain, “I think I will make some hot bie cuits for supper,” announced Myra at the cottage an hour later. “There’s some of the honey left and it will taste good. Merey!” Myra uttered a sharp scream, Elwyn rushed into the pantry to find her staring down into the flour box. There lay a package. It bore the in- scription: “For my dear niece, Myra.” She trembling with excitement, Ll wyn half guessing and eager as he opened {t, the eyes of both dilated to their widest. Thers were ten crisp new twenty dollar bills and a note. It was signed Uncle Graves and it ran: “This will be placed by an emissary where you will be sure to find it. That emissary is hired to report to me how you regard stingy old Uncle Graves after I leave.” . “Grand old Uncle Graves!" voted i Flwyn gratefully. “He stopped over a train to carry out this little plot. The second train has gone, or I'd run after him to tell him what happiness he has bestowed upon us.” The cycle of good luck once started, things seem to move all one way. At least Elwyn and Myra found this to be true. Elwyn got work the next day. The little nest egg left in the flour box became the sure start of a promising bank account. To add to all the right roya! fortune that had come to them, in about a month Uucle Graves made them a fly- ing visit. “I'am on a trip to get that graceless nephew of mine out of trouble again,” he explained. “T think I will check his mad career this time, though.” Elwyn looked inquisitive and Myra interested. “I shall tell him that at the end ot each year I live he will get a thousand dollars, provided he has behaved him- self. That will make it to his interest to help prolong my life, see? If I die he gets nothing. I've made a new will leaving what I have to—" There was a merry twinkle in the eyes of Uncle Graves. “Oh, yes,” he continued, “here are the names—to Elwyn and Myra Gaines.” ——— Hibernation. All sleep is phenomenal, ut the slesp which endures the winter | through with some warm-blooded ant mals which find themselves suddenly 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 is matnly explicable it is none the less astonishing. Origin of Auction Sales. Auction sales originated in an- “Not much left to , “SOMETHING TANGIBLE” By MAY BENNETT EARLE. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “Something tangible! . Richard 7'horpe, with a self satisfied | smack of his fat sensual lips and a gloating glance around the establish- | ment of which he was propriator. y—"property | the visible evidence of things ma terial. & ! precept. Something I can weigh and sell. You come to me with an airy | fairy story. s | tke doc-u-mentary evidence? ! His visitor looked embarrassed, con- | fused and disappointed all at the i same time, He was a little handsome | young fellow, with a clear ingenuou¥ face well burned by a tropical sun. “Sir,” he said, arisinz to his feet | “I come to you in good faith from Mt Travis in far away Ceylon. He was my employer, my true friend until he died. He was your faitslul repre- sentative there, as you know. Whes the fire came that swept away your entire establishment in Ceyloa, in try- ing to save your property he sustained a fall from the effects of which he died. Before his last moments ar- rived he called me to his bedside and gave me the message I have just de- livered.” “The fantasy of a disordered brain!" remarked Thorpe. “I cannot think that," responded Vernon Davis. “Mr. Travis was too true to deceive and his mind was per- fectly clear. All his thoughts were of his orphan daughter. He told me to see you and recall to vour attention the fact that when he went to Ceylon he was to be considered a one-fourth partner in that branch of your bus!- ness, provided he made it succeed. He did succeed. He waited for you to make some recognition of the fact. He had a written agreemen. that cov- ered the subject.” “Produce it," suggested Thorpe. “It was destroyed in the fire." “Have you proofs of any?" “Only moral evidence. Sir, I am going to appeal to you in a new way. The last anxious thought of Mr. Travis was concerning his daughter, Bertha. The disaster of the fire makes her penniless. She is left, a young girl at school, without a dollar or relative in the world.” “She cannot expect any assistance from me,” declared the hard-hearted merchant. “I don't deal in sentiment. I want something tangible in my deal- ings, sir. Good day.” Within the next few hours Vernon located Bertha at the school where she had been placed by her father He was surprised, pleased at the way in which the brave little soul took her rudely announced poverty. He was attracted, nay, more, fascinated by her pure, gentle spirit. He had lost in the effort to secure to Bertha her rights. He had gained, new and fervast, that which was far more prized than fortune—Ilove. “I shall leave the school at once,” decided Bertha, in her resolute, wom anly way. Orphans both, struggling each for a living, the pleasantest hours of his life came to Vernon Davis during the ensuing few months. Bertha found congenial work in an office. Vernon refused a position with Thorpe and secured employment as a traveling salesman, One evening Bertha met him at the door of the house where she was liv- Ing with more than ordinary eager- ness and excitement, “A strange thing has happened,” she said. “A man, a stranger I think from Ceylon, called here an hour ago, He had been laoking for you at your boarding house and they must have { directed him hers. He is a tall thin man and spoke our language broken. ly. He looked as though he had been through a long poriod of fllness o1 hardship. He was so anxious to meet you and I so pitied his wearied for- lorn condition, that 1 asked him 1n, knowing you would be here later.” Vernon Davis closed the door and advanced towards the half recumbent figure. He touched the arm of the sleeper. The latter aroused. He stared for a moment conMsedly at his dis- turber. Then with gladsome eyes ha sprang to his feet. “Master, young master!" he cried in a thrilling tone, “you thought me dead—or false? It s neither Ahn! were my kind old friend, Mr. Travis, here to learn the glad news I bear!™ What the strange visitor had to tell took over an hour. Both left the house, but not until Vernon had ex- plained to Bertha that the man was an old employee of her father in Cey- lon, who had sought him out with a message from that far away country. The next day Vernon and the Cey- ionese appeared at the office of the wmerchant. “Mr. Thorpe,” spoke Vernon, “here 18 a former employee of Mr. Travis, who also believes that there was some partnership agreement between you." “So?" snarled Thorpe, “well, [ ab volutely deny it.” “Then,” observed Vernon, “let me advise you that Mr. Travis staked this man on a venture that has turned out very richly. I presume he is able to thing like a hundred thousand dol- lars.” “Huh!" ejaculated Thorpe. “Yes,” and Vernon drew from his pocket a chamois bag. tangible, Mr. Thorpe,” ~“diamonds!" ———, | Where Loyalty Ceunts. Loyalty te one’s employer | first lesson that should be jthe aspirant for a place in the bust- Dess world, says a circular sent out by the efficiency bureau of the New Yorx university. The Teason givem is that loyalty means success to the employer and resultant Prosperity to the employee. ———— Modern Improvements. “They certainly are improving om the old style of sending things. They can even telegraph photographs now.” “Yes, and I notice that Presents of Bowers can be wired.” s the taught to That's my motto and business | & Where's evidence, sir, || D] i GO pronounced ' | “Something tangibie, young man,” | [E¥ UG Special SA LEs Each Saturday and Monday CIOAOTOTIONOL: return from the investment some- ! V ilso Hardware Co. 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