Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 24, 1915, Page 6

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Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jr ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryant Building Lakelang, Florida EPPES TUCKER, JR. 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. Txamination of Titles and Reas Xs: tate Law a Speclalty W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. Telephones: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Florids J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Building .Practice in all courts. Homestead. claims 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 ‘OFFICE ROOMS } FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted in the City T*Running;Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE e SICK? $8 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Hanna HARDIN BLD Kandy}! Kandy! Try our Homie-made Cocoa- nut Fudge. Made in Lakeland, U. S. A., irom Fresh Cocoa- nuts. Vanilla, Strawberry, or Chocolate Flavor, Peanut Brittle made daily. Remember me for Huckle- berries, Blackberries, Peaches and other Fruits. H. O. DENNY Phone 226. Hardin Bldg. Florida Ave. Moon Lotus By JEAN DICKERSON (Copyright, 1912, by Amsociated Literary Press) Sano-koga is an idyllic Japanese vil- lage near Tokio. Russell Lane had unsuccessfully tried to put some of its beauties on canvas, but the occi- dental brush is too heavy to do jus- tice to the delicate alriness of Nip- ponese scenery. “I've tried water colors and crayon and pen and ink—and I can't do a thing with it!” he growled at his host who was watching him from the veranda. With & quick stroke he painted out his work and tossed down the brushes. Luclus White smiled wisely. “Be- cause you're not Nipponese,” he said. “Give a native artist a scrap of' parchment and with a splash of water colors or a dab of India ink he would reproduce my garden go that you could hear the leaves rustling on the mul- berry tree.” “I believe it because you are a mis- slonary and you ought to speak the truth,” replied Russell, looking en- viously about the miniature garden, where art had so assisted nature that the diversified landscape of a great es- | tate had been compressed within the confines of the half-acre that belonged to the missionary’s house. On a dwarfed scale there was a sweep of turf, tinkllng streams span- ned by falry bridges, stunted trecs, beds of flowers, pavilions and tea- houses, graveled walks, and in the cen- ter, beneath a circle of willow trees, there was a large lake whose surface was almost covered with lotus leaves. “Try again,” encouraged Mr. White. “Come out tonight when the moon lotus blooms and paint the garden by moonlight.” Russell shook his head. “No,” he saild regretfully, “if I cannot palntI yaur Japanese garden when the sun shines on it I am sure that I could not do it when it is bathed in moon- light. Sano-koga tempts me so sorely that I shall go away.” “At least you will defer your de- parture until you have seen my lotus pond in full bloom,” protested the missionary. “When is that to be?” “It should be in bloom tonight when the moon is full. Then the pink buds A Girl Was Standing There. will unfold under a cold gaze of Luna, only to close again when she sets. It 1s a rare sight in the season.” “I will stay,” decided Russell, put- ting away his painting things. “Good!” crled Mr. White, rousing himself. “Let us ask Millle to give us a lunch of rice cakes and fruit and we will ride out to Sunset Hill and I believe I can promise you a brief glimpse of the top of Fujiyama.” It was after sunset when they re- turned from the 'ricksha ride, and they sat down to table by the light of a very American oil lamp, Mrs. White announced that a mes- sage from a sick servant would sum- mon them to the other end of the vil- lage. “I am so sorry, Luclus, because the moon lotus will bloom tonight,” she added. “I have promised Russell a rare sight if he will remain—perhaps we will return in time.” “Don’t disturb yourselves on my account,” was Russell's assurance; “I will watch the phenomenon myself.” “Look out that you are not snared by the witchery of the moon lotus spirit,” teased Mr, White. “Ah, there is a with it?” “Whatever mald or bachelor watches the opening of the moon lotus will see revealed the future.” “‘Pate’ implylng future life part- ner?” laughed Russel. “Of course.” “Although I em an avowed bache- lir, T will put it to proof this very night! Am I assured of having the lotus lake to myself, or must I share the gift of the gods with one of your servants?” “Oh, no! There is a lantern festi- val at Harash! and every one will be there.” “Good! By the time you return I shall no longer be heart-free.” Russell Lane waved his friends good-by as they rolled away in their ‘rickshas and made his way back to the garden veranda where he could look down at the little lake lying a few yards beyond. ' The full moon was just legend connected showing —— Hubby's Joke. “Won't your wife sing for ust™ “Bure! 1 just asked her not to."— | The Mischiet Maker | . — ~ Stickers. | The great difference between a pud- lo servant and a domestic servant is that the public servant would not re- sign even under fire.—Loulsville Coun ferJournal Sometimes Lonely, Though. One advantage in being good is found in the fact that you avold crowds. sbove the tops of some black and ragged cedars on a distant hill, and it would be some time before its silver rays touched the surface of the lake to awaken into life the closed buds of the moon lotus. There was the chirrup of countless insects in the garden grasses, the cry of an owl, the slipslipping of straw- sandaled feet on the matted floors within as the servants went to and fro. After a while those sounds died away in a burst of happy laughter from the kitchen entrance and disap- peared down a hedged lane. The moon rose rapidly. Russell strolled down to the shore of the lake and threw himself on a white marble bench. In his white clothes he be- came part of the snowy bench. The magic of the moon lotus was working. There came a whispering rustle as of the opening of hundreds of flower petals, but he derided the fancy. With one idle hand he could have touched the nearest lotus had he wished. ‘The moon flooded the lake, and even as he gazed the dark patches of leaves and buds stirred and almost Imperceptibly their appearance chang- ed. Where all had been darkness was now a field of pink bloom and there was a heavily sweet fragrance on the alr. At that moment Russell Lane de- clared he would belleve anything he saw—and yet, almost instantly, his credulity was strained to its utmost. There came a soft sigh near at hand. His eyes shifted from the lake to the bank beside his bench. A girl was standing there, half poised on the shore of the lake, one foot on the low stone coping, her hands clasped loosely before her. She was slender and dark-haired and garb- ed in a loose Japanese robe of some pale shimmering fabric that seemed woven of the white moonlight and the pale pink of the lotus blooms. Rus- sell could see her profile, for she, too, was gazing in rapt delight at the phenomenon of the unclosing of the moon lotus. She had not seen him—she was en- tirely oblivious of his presence. Who was she? The spirit of the moon lotus made visible for one magic hour? Russell looked at the pale- robed form and then at the pink glory of the blossoms. In the second that his attention was diverted she saw him and shrank back with a startled exclamation and he knew that she was flesh and blood and of his own race. Instantly he was upon his feet and apologizing for frightening her. “It was too beautiful to disturb by mere words,” he explained. “The Whites are away this evening and told me of the opening of the flowers; it is a rare sight.” “Yes, indeed,” she saild fn a soft, deep voice that matched the dark beauty of her eyes and the creamy loveliness of her skin. “I live next door to the Whites and I have just re- turned from Tokio. I thought the gar. den was deserted, and I could not re- sist coming over to see the Ilotus blooms.” “They tell me that there is a legend connected with the opening of the moon lotus.” It was on the tip of Russell's tongue to give utterance to this daring re- mark, but at that moment the girl turned and her foot slipped on the stone coping. She would have fallen in among the lotus flowers if he had not caught her in his arms. For an instant they looked in each other's eyes, and in the brief interval each one realized that the fate meted out to every maid and bachelor who looks upon the unclosing of the moon lotus was theirs. Day of Yankee MIll Girls. “There were very few if any foreign- ers in the cotton mills when I worked in them here in Biddeford 65 years ago,” sald an old, old lady in Maine. “About all of us were girls from the farms, who came here to work so as to get ready money and buy clothes and help out the folks at home. “One day the overseer hired a girl that had just come over from the old country, We went to him and told him we just wouldn't work with hea; and she had to go. The old scrub- woman that washed the floors was the only outlandish person in our room. “There was one girl in the room, who, I suppose now, must have been French-Canadian. She used to sing French songs for us and act them out. We were always coaxing her to do it, because it sounded so funny to hear a language not our own. Such carry- ings-on as we girls had!” Importing Plant Diseases. The spread of crop diseases and pests over the world is startlingly il- lustrated by the presence of the Euro- pean potato wart disease in New- foundland, where it awaits shipment to the United Btates. Once landed in this country, it will surely spread over the nation. It might bring the great- est suffering to our poor, who n:‘t:l in the potato the cheapest of foods in normal years, and it would surely work great hardship upon farmers. Yet we have no quarantine law against such pests! One would be justified trom this in the suspicion that only the most ignorant of men ever get into the house or senate. How long will this criminal negligence be tolerated? This disease was first observed In Hungary 16 years ago. It has spread with great rapidity and is recognized as a danger to the whole Industry.— Farm and Fireside. Precaution. Stella—Why are you taking swim- ming lessons? Bella—I'm not going to let any of the boys teach me til I know how. 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 . Their conversation, perfectly proper Dreamer Waked By H. M. EGBERT “I'm glad you are going to marry Norma, Harry,” said Norma's father to her fiance. “She is the best and sweetest girl in the world, and I have always hoped that she would marry a | &Y good man. [ think you are the best suited to Norma of any man I know.” And Harry Macintyre had gone away from the dreaded interview feel- ing as if he were treading on afr. He counted the months that lay be- tween him and the goal of his desires. Norma, with her sweetness, her radi- ant goodness, her simplicity of heart was always in his thoughts. And Norma was not “temperamental.” Like many, perhaps most literary men, Harry was “temperamental.” A rising writer, already earning a com- fortable income, Harry had created heroines ianurerable, blondes and brunettes, piquant heroines, stately ones, demure and dainty ones. Some- times he had wished that he could turn some of these ideals into flesh and blood. But alas! the ideal hero- ine is a figment of the brain, an airy nothing. And Norma was not Harry's ideal. She was simply a sweet girl, admir- ably suited to him. Harry felt a re- freshment of the spirit when, turning away from his latest creation, he en- countered the blue eyes of Norma, sane, healthy and always bringing him back to his proper appreciation of lie, There was only one flaw in their happiness. May Arbuckle, Norma's best frlend, was “temperamental.” And she did not like Harry. Harry was conscious of this un- spoken hostility He knew that if ever the dreadful day dawned when misunderstanding arose between him and his flancee, he would have to reckon with the implacable hostility of Miss Arbuckle. He sensed that through all the frigid courtesy of their ! meetings. Harry had gone into the country for & brief vacation. He did not want to leave Norma, but circumstances made Ther the bronze hair and glorious eyes of Miriam blotted out poor Nor- ma’s picture from his mind. He stayed three days at the hotel instead of a week, ard Miriam occu- pied all his thoughts. They walked together, danced and drove together. Yet, with a mighty effort of will Har- ry, conscious as he was of Miriam's power over him, refrained from any love-making. Only, at the moment of parting, he asked permission to call on her in the city. And he saw an answering light leap into Miriam's eyes as she gave him her address. “Good-by, Mr. Maclntyre.” That was all, but there was a world of meaning in the flutter of the little hand in his. No, that was not quite all, for, at the very end, as he leaned from the bug- “Au revoir, Mr. Maclntyre.” Then Harry was gone to spend three miserable days at another hotel, a little place miles distant, where his days and nights were haunted by vis- ions of Miriam. And at the end he came to the con- clusion that he must offer Norma her freedom. And yet the thought of her grief maddened him with remorse. He did not know what to do. In this undecided frame of mind he approached the house where she lived. He had gone there in the evening; it was dark except for a single light that shone in the parlor. As he approached the door he was arrested by hearing the sound of voices. Norma and May Arbuckle were talking. “You say you mnever loved Willis, and yet you think of him,” sald May. “Norma, dear, consider your heart’s promptings before it is too lat: “I have consideréed them, May,” an- swered Norma. “And they tell me that I have not erred in my choice.” “But at least Willis was more of your ideal than Harry,” suggested May. “In a way—yes, May. Willis was my oldest friend, you see. We shared all our tastes in common. And Harry is comparatively a stranger. We do not know each other yet.” “Norma, dear,” said May Arbuckle, “do you know the fate of a woman who marries a man like that? At best, even if their marriage is to be a happy one, she must be the slave of his moods.” “I have thought of that,” said Norma miserably. Harry started. Had Norma thought of that? Why, that had been in his own mind from the beginning; but he had never credited Norma with hav- ing the ability to analyze these ob- ! scure fashionings of psychic thought. [ ‘They Walked Together. it necessary. Norma was going to Baltimore, to spend a week with an aunt there, and Harry, growing anemic in the hot city, decided to run up to the mountains for a brief rest. And there he met Miriam Bendish. And the moment he saw her ae real- fzed that his latest heroine had come into incarnation. She stood before him, bronzehaired, demure and piquant by turns; he Knew every turn and twist of her complex soul. Even at the first interchange of glances he knew that Miriam under- stood He watched her through the dinner like a man in a dream. They were in- troduced that evening. They danced together, talked together on the porch. and platonic, was unmistakably one of understanding. All that night Harry lay awake, thinking of Miriam and again of Nor- ma. He remembered how he had come into Norma's life, six months before. He recalled how the serenity of her nature had appealed to him. There had been a sweetheart of Nor- ma's—a young man named Willis. They had been comrades since child- hood, and, though nothing had been said of love, most people had be- lieved that Willis would marry Norma. After Harry had made his appearance Willis had left the town. Harry had suspected that Miss Arbuckle resent- ed his having supplanted Willis, and that that had been the cause ot her | hostility. Harry became conscious, with amazement and distress, that he was wishing Willis had stayed. He found himself questioning his fitness to marry Norma. Would their natures blend, any more than light and dark- ness? He knew his weakness, his constant searching for that ideal whom Norma did' not represent and never could represent. Hibernation. wleep is phenomenal, but the which endures the winter with some warm-blooded ant | find themselves suddenly by frigid weather, and all functions that make for the of life are as if they had never is most curious. While it ia ly explicable it is none the less Qrigin of Auction Sales. Auction sales originated in an- clent Rome, and were introduced to ensble soldiers to dispose of spoils of war. He did not know Norma had seen what he had seen. - = “You are running a grave danger, Norma,” continued May Arbuckle, “One man you know—the other you do not know. And Willis loves you still. He told me that he could never be happy without ycu. It is not too late, dear.” “Yes, it is too late,” Norma an- swered. “Harry loves me, and a wom- an is as much bound by honor as any man. Iam engaged to Harry, I am his afflanced wife, and nothing can come between us.” “But suppose Harry does not love you?” “Then he must tell me so.” “And you would let him go gladly, then? Consider your heart carefully, Norma. Search into its depths. Con- fess that you would be glad to let Harry go and to have Willis back.” “No.” “Why not?” “Because, May, when a woman gives her love, in my opinion, at least, she gives it for eternity. What do dif- ferences of mood matter so long as be- neath them there is the spirit, with its resolutions of fidelity, and its real love?” Harry listened in awe. He had not meant to play the eavesdropper. But this was a new Norma whom he had not known or suspected, and suddenly it occurred to him that Norma's na- ture would unfold for him, developing in unexpected ways, if only he was faithtul to her. “That's not a real reason,” said May Arbuckle scornfully. “Well, then, I'll give you another,” answered Norma, rising. “Because 1 love him, more than a thousand Wil lises all put together. Because I in- tend to love him, with all my heart, 80 long as I live. There, May!” There was a new sound in Norma's voice that Harry had never heard there before. And, remembering his position, he crept quietly away and down the street. Suddenly the memory of Miriam be- came very faint and dim. He realized that this new love of his was nothing but an image, drawn from the depths of an unstable heart and projected upon the mirror of his mind. Why, Mirlam was nothing to him, and never could be anything. Once more he had enwrapped himself in phantasies when the one woman of his heart was wait- ing for him, with a love that would never change. He felt very humble and small. And, in the train that night, he vepeated this prayer over and over. “God, give me constancy and faith, that I may be true to Norma in all my thoughts as long as i live.” And when, returning the next day, he held her in his arms, he knew that his prayer would be answered. Co-Operation. “What I want to do,” said the! thoughtful business man, “is to keep ' politics out of business.” “That’s all right” replied Mr. Dustin Stax. “And I'm going to help. I'l never write a check for another cam- paign." ness world, says a circular sent by the efficiency bureau of the New Yorx university. 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