Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 24, 1915, Page 7

et 198 5 ‘Amociated Literary Press. There Was 10 particular excitement yhen the Hon- John Watkins and his o James arrived at the mountain rt on an August day. The Hon. Jobn Was sixty-five years old and b and 8 widower. His son was (venty years old and confiding and e But for the son’s confiding na- it would not have been known 1 all the guests within three days governor, meaning his old n, was on the lookout for a second sife, and he wanted a young one at t. mflu Hon. John neither denied nor cnfirmed the story. He simply Jooked about like a man who would garry it he found the right woman. There Were mam! troductions to him when they heard of bis wealth, and there were a very few daughters who looked at him from afar off and wondered it they yanted another grandpa. It was when the Widow Savage ar- sived that the flutter began. She was fir and forty. She had the inde- pendent toss of the head that goes ith widowhood after the first year. ghe had little ways with her eyes and mouth that made all the other wom- en jealous the very first day. Of course, the stupid men simply looked uwpon her as a widow, but it was her ovn sex that unmasked her. When one of them said: “That widow has come here to catch a man!” all re- peated it in chorus. There were plenty of young people at the resort. Some widows, as soon gs hearing that the Hon. John was wife-hunting, would have gone man- punting in return. The Widow Savage didn’t. She eluded him. She didn't coddle the fat son, as some women did. She forced father and gon to keep their distance and se- Jected only after three or foxr days. Her victim was a young man. He bad already tangled himself up with a blueeyed g'rl a year younger, but that fact did not sway the widow the least bit. When she got ready to ap- propriate him she did so. The blueeyed girl made a very poor attempt to show the people she Tg "J’vi' ! aB 37 J He Began to Tell Her His Life History didn't care, and then it was noticed that the Hon. John was giving her all his attention. They sat together and walked together and talked together, and the fat son saw things and took his father to task by saying: “Now, gov, don’t make a fool of yourself. That girl won't make & mammy for me. Why don’t you g0 for the widow?” “James, the widow is blase,” was the reply. “The second time a wWom- an marries she marries for money. She marries to boss the resort. She marries hoping her husband will soon get off the garth and give her a third show.” “But she's a staver, gov. Fine looker, and what a walk she has on her! If you are elected to congress next year what a team you'd make!” “But the Widow Savage, James, has almost snubbed me. that I had an eye on her for a day or two, but she is cold and distant—cold and distant. She may argue that I would outlive her.” But, as if to prove that the Hon. thn‘s diagnosis was all wrong, the Widow Savage threw herself In his way the very mext day and was most entertaining. The nose of Miss Blue Eyes was out of joint again. Her cond flirtation was spoiled by the w. Her eyes flashed with an- ger, and when the Hon. John asked ber to it in one of the grottoes she coldly declined. “Forget her, governor, and go for the widow,” was the advice of James, who didn't do any flirting but kept his eyes open. “Plage, James—blase! Blase and artful! She'd twist me around her finger like a string. I will toy with her now and then, but my mind 18 made up on Miss Smith. In fact, 1 bave already talked love to her and led her to expect a proposal.” Miss Smith was walking by herself In the hotel grounds. She was think- ing of widows as she walked—one widow in particular. Miss Smith was classed 'way up at the head of smart, good-looking girls, and she had been humiliated. She bit her Uip and gritted her teeth and felt the PEESESEEe To Cure Hysteria. Wrap mustard plasters oD hznds, #Tists, soles and palms, and allow P& dent to rest. Penalty She Had to Pay. Irene’s mother is & woman of - vanced idess. A few days ago when there came bad weathér Irene went on to a meighbor's porch an through the inviting window whers Reggie was comfortably engaged With his playthings. “Why don’t you come ? I'm just having & dandy time with my Nose ark~ “No. sobbed mas who secured in- | 1 will confess ! -| woou, the favorite mate! d looked | tears start ag she sauntered. z:lt:er bad said it didn't mat'.ern:: east, but it did matter. It mat. tered just the difference g vicAu;;y t:]nd defeat, nnd—and——bflween | en the Widow Sava, dell;ly arpeared and took hg; :‘:i aol:xt!ov;lkmdherhup the path to the + and when they were se on“‘the rocks she softly said: e am not your v, b friend. You don't L (hgt old man, do you Mercy, no!” was the reply, as Miss Smith for revenge. got her desire for “Well, T do.” “But you—you S o got Frank away “And I'm going to giv ve him back. T was just using him as g means cto and end. I called him a booby a kmomem ago, and he'll be on his nees to you tomorrow. The Ton Jo}‘an is to be my next husband.” so‘.'"ut how—how do you work things meEy being a widow. Now, listen to he d - the 1_1_0.,"52 By Ward Trail | (Copyright, }\’-;-“/s\.s;m( iated Literary She met him first at the oyster supper in the Memorial church base- n}rm where she was helping to serve. ‘(m‘.zhu! from the little kitchen with : lu_rgo tray heavily loaded with fry” she had looked very pretty with her face framed with little | curling tendrils and flushed from ex- ertion, and he had gone to her in- stantly. wish to marry | o i and masterfully took her over to eat serve any more that evening. They were never introduced because every one thought from the look of recog- nition that passed between them el | that they had met before. H - evening came on With a full,'ingly called her attention l: il:mi’;- clear moon. The mo % on the sentimental nn?:rc i‘; lhto}rl‘\:r:l p:\a:n(l-(‘i it to her obvious eatistaction John, as well as the S\lrrmmrling. ?m: l;‘;lmmdou her name in exchange corn crop, that he invited Miss Smith All h p A to! Wander with him, To hiz "e"tlu‘: i e“ ife Electra Arnold had joy she accepted his arm Th(‘w! rC:\' n Rockville, and all during the walked as far as Seal Rock and then g-o n'“u..p‘ portion of her lfe ghe had sat down and gazed at the moon. (‘:)Cm" .J”"g fonsthe iigty man it Porpoise Rock, Fish Rock and \\'h-x]e- 'n : dll:id el T S?e noned Rock alsa were siest st basa i Iipd ould take her to New York. She After the silence had las!e.d b | ;‘ IED\X}'ne(I the tentative attentions v inTites ke Hob “Tabh el ed (l;e ‘{’\:‘ ‘“:arze s.vnuins that she might in nd a- t sl o a S o dacatine e S S0 Uiioss, st o, W in his. There came a third lr;terva! P 1“ e g An0l haalhe' beast to ta o B e HHmef. sAhe thought that even better. BIEtors A 1EoeaE 5 aad e, ltls ife 4 e saw her every day and escorted full of step-fathers ‘and smvvmnn::: a:]d tgh:ll“x::- ;.l“l::e m,f‘:l ml(“c“mm' and boils and colic and kicks from | quizzed b;‘ the ::g‘l:cte:n h::;):: fiz:;l(:::t C?::dh::t rgor |h.‘1§ forlorn | Others (!.n re were who loved FElectra, B30 Makar, st Mt W iy Aha |5 IaMbG %o with % fuds whws uot been happy over that, and for |people no ons knew. lnle “::?I';ht“e:::: years and vears had lived a lonely [be married. The warnings fell on life with only a fat son to cheer him. | deaf ears. He was rich, but lonely. He was He told her of his work; he was rich, but he yearned. He wanted a |a writer, and one day he told her that fireside with a cat and a wife. He |he had succeeded in landing in an wanted to come home after a hard |editorial chair at a salary that per- day’s work in seeing the district lead. | mitted him to marry and live in New ers of the Tenth ward and have some | York. She never knew exactly what one call him hubby. it was he had said or what she had At intervals of about a foot, as|&nswered, but he had kissed her again marked off on a tape measure, Miss and again and slipped a ring on her Smith sighed and cuddled, but that was all. As the Hon. John brought his story down to date and his voice broke and he had to use his hand- kerchief to wipe away the scalding tears. Miss Smith’s own handker- chief got away from her and the night breeze carried it to Porpoise Rock. She twisted away her hand and ran after it and even disappeared behind the rock for an instant. She had returned and taken her seat again and surrendered her hand by the time the Hon. John had chased the tear away and was ready to s. “And now, love, it is for you to whether this lonely life shall con- tinue or not.” The hand he held squeezed his. «“I have loved you since the first moment 1 saw you.” A harder squeeze. “And I ask you to be my wife” “1 will, John!” “By thunder, it's the widow!" ex- claimed the Hon. John, as he scram- bled to his feet. «And we'll say a month from to- day if that will please you!” The Hon. John hurrled away the hotel to consult his fat son. “She's got you tight, gov, and you'li have to BO through with it," was the information extended. “Put- up job, but breach of promise and all that if you don’t stand by vour word. Splendid looker! Splendid dresser! Superb walker! Say, parent, you just missed making an ass of your- self. Get a move on you!” And the Hon. John did, and they say he has never regretted it. to wngrens Bhe Threw Herself on the Bed In Agony. finger as he left her that night. It was much more wonderful than any- thing she had dreamed and frightened her a little. The next morning she went In to the city and browsed in the delights of chiffons and such, trying to decide just what she would buy for the won- derful wedding. Her means were small, and when late afternoon came ghe had a handbag comfortably filled with samples and three style books under her arm. She was very tired, | having entirely forgotten to eat Juncheon, and had to run to catch the six o'clock car out. She tumbled pell mell into her seat just as the car pulled ont, dropping samples from the handbag that had come open during the chase. Presently her attention was drawn to the two men in (he seat ahead by hearing the name ‘“Artie Palmer” mentioned. Electra leaned forward and deliberately listened. Whatever concerned Artie Palmer concerned her “Yes, I'm glad he's tled up at last. The lady is quite all right, too, and Artie needs the money.” “Put it does seem a tunny thing to think of Artie and the lady of the house hitting it off together, he's been a freelance so long.” “Wonder how he came out on that trip to Rockville? Bet he hung around some skirt there all the time digging out ide of a ‘village wom- an’ for that blessed paper Well, so long, old man. See you tomorrow,” and tbe speaker swung off at the ho- tel Electra sat huddled back in her geat. They were never talking about her when they mentioned the lady of the house, for the had no money to bring him. Was it possible that he bad merely been getting ideas for his paper from her? He had told her he was a writer and was looking for . material. Electra did some hard to Jinks thipking and many things seemed | possible. When she left the car her l mouth was settled in a hard, straight { line. She € Invisible Ink. Writing With J 1 ways in which There are several | two persons can correspond with each other unknown to even the persons be- fore whose eyes the very letter is held. For instance, new milk may be used as ink. When dried this is invisible, | but if coal dust or soot be scattered ‘upon the paper the writing becomes legible. Diluted sulphuric acid, lemon juice, golutions of nitrate and chloride of cobalt or of chloride of copper write | colorless, but on being heated the | characters written with the first two | become black or brown, and the latter | green. And when the paper becomes cool the writing disappears, leaving i aper blank agaln. jm'ei‘l?;p:ood invisible inks are made | by ealtpeter dissolved in water, and equal parts of sulphate of copper and sal ammoniac dissolved in water. —_— Tiny Mouse Spoils Drama. Just as the hero in a romantic p}ay e matinee in Joliet, he ingenue how he rd her | | at the opera hous | 1., was telling t | loved her a mouse ran towal | from the wings. | “YMiss Olney, the actress, screamed in ght ’ age, break- | tright and ran from the stage, | |{n:up the scene. The hero kicked at | the mouse and it ran off the stage and um! into the orchestra. : T}rm’:(rleupon five hundred women, on ause of the interruption of stampeded for the doors. Mrs. A. Blake was injured. ped. : geeing the | the drama, In the rush The mouse escal | Its Color. “pife ought to look rosy just now.” “well, if his 1 should think it was color.” creditors are after him, of a dun oy lipped softly into the house . Expensive Wood. the most expensive woods arly in an established m‘;:' the United States is 3 rial for wood 7t has been quoted at four inch, and about $1.300 ard feet Straln on Ticket Office Man. A man in the ticket office on a busy day has to conceal his rea! feelings so much that he gets to be a better actor than some of the pecple on the stage. One of used regul dustry In carving. cents 2 cubic by the thousand bo! i Remarkable Strength. grain of corm ¢ its own body, an can Carry & their owD —eee Curse of Idieness. Idleness is the baage of gentry, and the baneof body and mind, the nurse of naughtiness, the stepmother of dis- cipline; chief, one the cushion upon W chiefly reposes. Ant's Ap ant can carry a ten times the weight of while a horse and a m burden only about equal to weight. of the seven deadly sins, He relieved her of the heavy tra)’l supper with him, and she did not' the chief author of all mls- hich the devil |ly killing and up to ber room. The fashion magazines she hid under the bureau and the samples were consumed ruth- lessly in the open grate. Two red spots burned in her cheeks and she lhnd forgotten that she was hungry. Presently she heard the sound of wheels on the hard road outside the gate. “I'll just drive on down to the cars and wait for her there,” the grave, tender voice floated up to her, and she threw herself on her bed in agony, stuffing the corner of the spread Into her mouth lest she call him back. Next morning’s mail brought her & letter. “My darling.” it ran, “I was so dis- . appointed at not finding you last night. How could you go away with- out letting me know? I had a wire {today calling me to New York at | once on some preliminary business in connection Wwith my new job, and I ! must leave at eight tonight. I love { you, Electra. “Arthur T. Palmer.” Electra turned hot and cold as she | read the note. He was called to New | York. Yes, after last night, he had all the material he needed! He was | false, false, false, and he had kissed | her and made her say she loved him! She buried her face in her hands. For a week daily letters came from him, but she hid them away—un- | opened. A paper came also, addressed lin his writing, and that was sadly | put away with the letters. | And then one day after dinner she | slipped oft down by the big pines to be alone, but her mother, glancing out of the window, had seen her go. 1 So when Mr, Palmer called she sent him there. Electra, sobbing with hidden face, did not know any one was near until | she was gathered up In his arms. Her protests were smothered in kisses and her struggles were calmed by his | strength. Her head lay wearily back on his shoulder. Little by little he | got the whole story of his perfidy from her. “But surely when the lady came " you understood?” “Nobody came. Oh, did you dare 'to send her here?” she moaned, straining away from him. | Suddenly he took his arms from about her shoulders and shook her soundly. | wStop it!" he commanded and set- . tled her back against a tree. “Now,” he said, folding his arms and looking in her eyes, “do you mean to tell me that you didn't get my letters?” « got some, b-but I didn’t open any ! after the one where you said you were | going away.” “Then 1 suppose you did not open “The Lady of the House” either?” “What?" «A sample copy of the magazine 1 | am to edit in order to afford to marry you. Go up to the house and read those letters and open that magazine and look it over, and then it you want to see me, come back here.” ! March, now!” Flectra stared at him with wide- open eyes as he gettled himself com- fortably on the soft brown needles, ‘innd then—she “marched.” i DISCOVERED BUT NOT KNOWN Extensive Areas in Brazil and Aus tralia Still Without the Pale of Our Knowledge. Lying within the basin of the head- | waters of the Amazon in western Bra- | 211 are three regions much larger in area than all the New England states which are still outside the pale of our knowledge. between the parallel of 10 degrees south latitude and 5 degrees north lat- | itude, and the meridians of 60 de- | grees west longitude. of South America has | defined and fully explored. The great difficulties with which must contend in mapping this conti- !nent in the equatorial regions ac- count for the large areas still the world to penetrate. fever, cholera, beriberl, et wild beasts, poisonous serp savage tribes are some of t the Amazon country. | tralia 18 an unknown tract save for a direct line in which the transcon nental telegraph system Jaid. The greatest difficulty was en- countered in stretching the strip thus opened up is all that is known of the heart of the island con- tinent. there with salt lakes to vary the horrible monotony. Hundreds of dar- ing men have tried to penetrate its mysteries, and most of them have paid for their temerity with their lives. Then there is the “Never-Never”land in w .rn Queensland, into which riany bave gone and few have return- ed. In the south of the country, ex- tendi hundreds of miles inland from the it Australian Bight, is a terra incognita, the extent and na- ture of which can only be surmised.— Christian Herald, Wrongly Used. Two Irishmen were looking through a newly built institution. Mike—Sure, Pat, and it's a foine building. Pat—It is thot. Mike—An' everything in order, an’ all kept nate an’ toidy. Pat—I don’t know about that, Moike. Just now 1 saw a whole row of buck- ! ets; whim I looked in them there was wather in them!—Ideas. ———— Best to Earn One's Own. Persons industriously occupying themselves thrive better on a little of their own honest getting than lazy heirs on the large revenues left unte them.—T. Fuller. — Daily Thought. Much of the charm of life is ruined by exacting demands of confidence. . Those who wish to destrey all everything revealed, are unconscious- ford Brooke. This large territory lies ! Not a country | been accurately ‘] the sclentist | | | un- | charted. It is the hardest sectlon of | Dense for-| ests, a deadly climate inducing the worst scourges of disease, as yellow | ., the flerce | ents and | he obsta- ! cles to be encountered in penetrating | ilym in those they love to have their own happiness.—Stop- The entire central portion of Aus-| . 1 100, has been | wires | across the desert waste and the small | Strange to reiate Deane Barlow had { never been in love—not until that April | evening when he had returned to his Pilling's boarding house overed his Tower Lady. The “tower” was the narrow, jut-| ting wing of a fashionable private hotel around the corner, and at one of its lace-draped windows he had dis- covered a girl's lovely, wistful face, . sometimes looking out at the sunset | clouds piling in the west and just vis-| ible through a rift in the buildings; | sometimes, and more often, bent| thoughtfully downward as if she read a book. Deane grew to love her hair of pale gold and her eves of some mysterious color that distance would not reveal. He worshiped her from afar, for he knew that there was a wide social bar- rier raised between the occupant of | that luxurious suite and a poor young law clerk At night the curtains of the “tower” were drawn and his lady bad van- ished. Twenty-four hours must elapse befcre he might glimpse her face again. It was only in the afternoon that he saw her; never at other times or on Sundays. At the dinner table that night there was much animation among the board- ers. Miss Brown, who operated the telephone switchboard in the hotel around the corner, hau revealed the fact that there was to be a wedding ir the Palisade the next day—at least one of the guests was to be married; had they not all seen the beautiful Mise Gladys Elmorton? “A blonde, isn't she?” asked Ads Wasson eagerly. Miss Brown nodded her head Mr. Pilling, who carved the roast, ivoked up from under his shaggy eye- brows. “Who's she going to mairy?” he!} asked gruflly. “RBradbury Kohler—he's got oceang of money.” Deane Barlow winced. Bradbury Kchler was one of his em vloyers—a big, jovial, red-faced young man. So Bradbury was going to marry Deane's Tower Lady! No won- der the tower window was darkened; the prospective bride would ha ne time now to lock with dreamy eyes into the sunset So Deane banished his dreams and plunged into his work with renewed industry. There was much talk in the office about the wedding and some chaffing of the bridegroom when he returned from a honeymoon spent abroad. Then came a momentous day when Deane, looking out of his window to ward his lady's tower, again saw her sweet, serfous face turned toward the sunset clouds A little wrench at hi heart told him that he had not suc- ceeded In dismiseing her from his dreams. The next morning he happened to be alone in the office when the door opened and a young woman entered Delicately foir and very lovely in her summery attire, ehe turned a pair of blue eyes on the clerh and smiled pleasantly. “Is Mr. Kohler in his office:” “1 will inquire.” Deane placed a chair for her and was about to leave the room when her voice detained him. “Please tell him Mms. Kohler is waiting for him,” she smiled over her shoulder, Mrs. Kohler! Degne's brain was dizzy as he delivered the message to Bradbury and followed that happy bridegroom down the corridor to the outer office. “Gladys!” Mr. Kohler greeted her and the two disappeared toward his private office. If this strange young woman was the wife of Bradbury Kohler, who, then, was the lady of his tower? His first move was to inquire of AMiss Brown concerning the other in- mates of the Elmorton family. It ap- peared that Gladys was an only child But there was another girl there ., Miss Brown acknowledged. Mrs. porton's social secretary was Miss s Sandford. Miss Brovn knew her slightly. Miss Sandford’s brother worked in the tame office with Deane. i . He must know Juck Sandford! It is supposed to be a vast| gandy plain, interspersed here and | ! quently Deane did know Jack Sandford as well as he knew apy of his fellow derks. They had attended baseball sames together, and always lunched side by side in the downtovn restau rant. Jack was married and had fre invited Deane to his little home in the su bs, but Deane had never been there, The knowledge t his Tower Lady was sister to convinced Deane tha more then coincidence work. It was a kindly fate—nothinz te=g! When Jack Sandford repeated his \nvitation Deane accepted with flat tering haste And that evening he met his Tower Lady face to face. She was more charming than she looked and that is saying a great deal It was many weeks before Deane had the courage to tell her the story of his Tower Lady and to finally ask her to be his wife and sweetheart and helpma .e—for the wife of his dreams mus* be all these three things. And Avis, who loved him for him- selt gione, turned her face up to his and there was a light oo it as ir bathed ir sunset glory. e s Roumanlans Fond of Dress. The men of Roumania are very fond of dress, and they have a popular say- ing which runs, “The stomach has no mirror” Its meaning 1s that rather than be shabby a Roumanian should go hungry. The peasant costume ot Roumania is very artistic, every vil- lage having its own set of colors. By the hue of his dress & peasant shows the locality he hails from. P PRESS——— Cause of Waterfall's Roar. The roar of a waterfall is produced almost entirely by the bursting of mik ‘fons of air bubbles. YOU SEE THIS PICTURE? THIS 1S NO FANCY, IT’S A FACT. 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 A FORTUNE WHEN YOU ARE OLD. START ONE NOW. BANK SOME OF YOUR EARNINGS. BANK WITH US. IWE PRY 5 PER CENT INTEREST ON TIME DEPOSITS. American State Bank BE AN AMERICAN, ONE OF US.” SPECIAL SALE ON While the present Stock lasts we will name the following prices for SPOT CASH. WE NEED THE MONEY 12 Ib. Ideal Plain Flour - '24 |b. \deal Plain Elour - 98 1b. Ideal Plain Flour - $3.50 08 1b. Melf-Rising Flour - 4.00 About 100 Barrels at these prices. Get your supply at once. Other Goodsat a Bargain E. 6. TWEEDELL PHONE 59 Do Doubt You Saw Some Dust At the County Fair We hope vou may also see some of our the over; 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 Lakeland Manufacturing Company PHONE 76 LAKELAND, FLA. saw-dust before season is in Doing Her Share. Sarcastic Married Man. “It seems a pity, my dear Mrs. Gotham, that you New York soclety women Jon’t giva up more of your time to raising money for the poor.” “My dear Marjorie, how can you say isuch a thing? Haven't I sat up until two o'clock for three nights now play- ing charity bridge? —Life. ( conscious pride of sacrifice. during Leat.” married man. five?"—Town Topics. “Yes,” said the bachelor, with the “I make a point of giving up certain pleasures ‘Huh!” snorted the “You bachelors have a cinch on hat sort of thing. What are forty days to three hundred and sixty-