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Rogers Edwin Spencer, Jr. ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys &t Law, Bryant Bullding Lakeland, Florids ——————————————————————— EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER Raymondo Bldg., Lakeland, KELSEY BLANTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW Ofice in Munn Building Lakeland Florids ——————————————————————— DR. RICHARD LEFFERS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 2-3, Skipper Building Over Postoffice ...ccc. ———————————————————————————— W. 8. PRESTON, LAWYER Office Upstairs East of Court House BARTOW, FLA. Cxamination of Titles and Res: Ke: tate Law a Specialty ——————————————————————————— W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. -Groover Bldg. Telephiones: Office 361; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Floride ——————————————————————————— J. H. PETERSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Dickson Building .Practice in all courts. Homestead . claims located and contested Established 1n July, 1900 DR. W. 8. IRVIN DENTIST Room 14 and 15 Kentucky Building e e s LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT Kibler Hotel, Lakeland, Florida ——————————————————————— T. M. BRYAN ARCHITECT Room 8 Elliston Building P. 0. Box 605 Lakeland, Florida imm”mnmmmm OFFICE ROOMS ‘ FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted i the City “=Running;Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE *e SICK? $8 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Hamna HARDIN BLD Kandy}! Kandy! Try our Home-made Cocoa- nut Fudge. Made in Lakeland, U. S. A., from 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. Dividing the Treasure || [ ] (Copyright, 1912, by Assoclated Literary Press.) “Well.” The crusty little lawyer regarded Phillipsborn with a glance of scrutiny in which Dick imagined there was more triumph than regret. “It’s not well,” retorted Dick cheer- fully. “I understand you to say that every penny is wiped out?” “There are a few thousands to be saved,” explained the little lawyer, slowly—almost unwillingly. Crew had come to dislike this young man who had health and wealth and the ca- pacity for enjoyment. Crew had all three, but not at the same time. Wealth had come at the expense of health and the power of pleasure, and he envied Dick his opportunities. “I belleve that with judicious man- agement as much as ten thousand can be realized by selling Parsons up and—" “That will be all of that” inter- rupted Phillipsborn. “What Mr. Par- sons has been able to save from the wreck, let him keep. He needs it more than I do.” “But when you have sacrified your entire fortune in seeking to save a comparative stranger, it is only right that what is left should be yours,” pro- tested Crew. He knew where he could sell up the crippled Parsons and make a cool ten thousand for himself on the deal. Phillipsborn swung around in the swivel chair in which he had been sit- ting. “We won't discuss that at all,” he sald quietly. “I scarcely knew Mr. Parsons before I went into this deal, but there was a time—years ago— when my father needed $5,000 in cash to protect his little fortune. Mr. Par- sons let him have it. That was the real start of dad’s career.” “And now you let him have a hun- dred times that—and it is the end of your career,” reminded the little law- yer. “Now that I know just where I That Night He Ran Across Payton at the Club. stand, suppose that you render your bill and close the account,” said Dick. That night he ran across Payton Clavering at the club. It was cheaper to eat at the club than at a restau- rant, and Dick had gone there much of late. Tonight he was sitting at a table by himself when Clavering dropped into the seat opposite. “I hope you dod't mind, old chap,” he said with an apologetic smile. “I hate to break in on a fellow, and if you'd rather be alone, I'll seek some other victim, but the fact is I'm bored to death. I wish I was back in the old days when a fellow could hire a little hunchback to give him a chance to laugh now and then. The theater's a bore, and if I hired some of those vaudeville persons to give me a show all to myself, they'd talk and I'd get my name in the papers.” “You're just the man I'm looking for,” announced Phillipsborn. “I sup- pose you've heard that I backed the Holmes-Parsons deal, and that it busted me. I'm the Millionaire Amusement company now. Want to give me my first commission " “I say, you'd look jolly odd in cap and bells,” suggested Clavering. “I'm not going to put on a clown suit and tell you jokes,” protested Dick. “Mine is a better scheme than that. You want something to do, and you don't know what you want. You pay me a retainer, and I'll find some- thing that you want to do and tell you what it is. If you like it, all you have to do is to make out a check, and I'll look after all the details.” Clavering glanced sharply at Dick to detect a lurking smile. He was & good-humored, rather dense young tellow, and the other men in the club bad a way of quietly guying him. Dick’s face showed only eager in- tenseness, and Clavering nodded an approving head. “That sounds pretty good,” he con- ceded, “and I always was a duffer at planning things. I gave a picnic last summer when Bess was away and I got 18 people 10 miles away from & decent eating place before I remem- —_——— Hubby's Joke. “Won't your wife sing for us?” “Sure! 1 just asked her mot to."— The Mischief Maker Stickers. The great difference between & pub- | Ho servant and a domestic servant is | that the public servant would not re- | sign even under fire.—Loulsville Cour jerJournal. - Sometimes Lonely, Thou One advantage in being ::u is found in the fact that you avold crowds. | g | bered that I'd forgotten a tunch. What would you suggest, old chap?” Dick was staggered for a moment. | “The company isn’t in working order yet,” he began slowly. “You see, the idea is only half formed. I didn’t sup- pose that I should find a client imme- diately but—what do you say toa 1 hunt for buried treasure?” he added as his eyes fell upon the evening pa- per that he had laid beside his plate when the oysters had been brought. “It’s just the time of year for a cruise in southern waters. Form a little party, and I'll come to you with some charts that Sir William de Morgan or one of those pirate chaps left. I can | get one done by that man who makes fake family trees for the recently ar- rived. I've seen some of his work—so have you if you only knew it—and it only lacks the trade mark to be the real goods. We'll have to pretend that it 18 real, but there will be the fun of pretending and there will at least be a pleasant cruise and something to talk about.” “I say, I like that,” cried Clavering. “We won't tell the others, and we can get our fun fooling them. You fix it up, and when you're ready, I'll sign the check.” | A few days later he sought Claver- ing bearing a masterplece of forgery. The parchment was old and stained. It was worn on the edges and patched here and there with bits of cloth and paper of other texture. No one not “in the know” would have guessed that a week before the parchment had lain in the stock of an art dealer. On it was set forth the fact that Sir Wil- liam de Morgan, being hard pressed, had hidden his plunder on an island, the location of which was given—“and by signs to be seen,” the plunder could be located in a certain cave. “How about the cave part?’ de- manded Clavering. “It gives it the right touch, you know, but what shall we do when we reach the island and find that there is no cave?” “But there is a cave,” explained Dick proudly. “I told you that this would be worked out right. There is a little cave on the island, and I know just where it is, but it will take a lot of looking, and we can string it out as long as we want to. It’s off the coast of Nicaragua. It's a great little place with good springs. I located an old ship captain who told me all about it.” “Now we need another document that sets forth that you get half, you know,” reminded Clavering. “That will explain why I happen to be on your boat, instead of my own. You know what I mean. You have the paper and I put up the cash.” “Suppose that we do stumble across a fortune?” asked Dick jokingly. “It goes just the same,” was the serious response. “You're entitled to half of anything we find. It's worth '1t, by Jove! I feel like a boy. It beats just a plain yachting trip all hollow, even if we two do know that it's all & fake.” “We're children still and we like to pretend,” reminded Dicl he folded up the paper. “I can the Ven- turer ready in a week.” “None too soon for me,” cried Clav- ering, and eight days later the com- fortable yacht slipped from port. It was an uneventful trip to the southern ocean. The seas were calm and the little party spent entire days on deck. Dick was almost sorry when at last the island was reached. It was a tiny little dot on the surface of the blue sea, scarcely ten miles long and not quite five wide, with black, forbidding rocks instead of the white coral they had all expected. Without premeditation two search- ing parties were formed and for a week they ranged the island before hope began to give place to discour- agement, and Dick and Clavering agreed that the cave should be discov- ered the following day. Even with his knowledge, it was not easy for Dick to locate the tiny open- ing, but at last he got his bearings and by cutting away the brush the opening at last stood disclosed. With eager exclamations the treas- ure seekers swarmed into the narrow mouth only Yo be driven back by the swarm of bats and birds that had sought shelter therein, It was an hour before they at last'stood inside the cave. It was long and narrow, leading directly into the heart of the sole-) eminence on the island and eagerly they pressed forward. No “signs to be seen” gave hint of the location of the treasure and Edith Barclay pouted. “l suppose the silly old pirate marked something with whitewash and imagined that it would last for- ever,” she exclaimed petulantly. “We'll have to dig up the entire floor of the cave to find anything and then per- haps we won't find anything.” A cry from Bess Clavering inter- rupted her, and she and Clavering hur- ried towards the end of the cave where Bess and Dick had gone. “I've found the treasure, but not de Morgan’s,” explained Bess with a tense little laugh. “We've located something better than gold pleces. I was pretty good at geology at Vassar, and unless I'm very much mistaken, I've located an underground lake of asphalt.” She pointed to the somber wall that seemed to be bulging from its place. Dick was eagerly digging at the sur- face with his machete while Bess col- lected the specimens. “It has hardened in the cool of the cave,” she explained, “but it is the best quality of asphalt and we can buy the island from the government for almost nothing. We've found the treasure, Edith, and it's more than you ever dreamed of.” “And half is Phillipsborn’s,” remind- ed Clavering. “You're a millionaire, old man, and you jolly well deserve t0 be.” ve 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 | a Stormy Night By Maxime Gorki Suddenly a strange thing happened. ' The vague spot formed by my win- dow was lighted by a blush, phos—l phorescent light, which grew, and spread rapidly to the walls of my | ropm. And in this blue light which | filled the room there appeared, com- ing I know not from whence, a thick | cloud, pale, smoky, strewn with sparks which reminded me of human eyes. | They wavered strangely, as if moved : by some mysterious influence. This | cloud rose, melted, became more trans- parent, tore itself into pieces, froze | me with fear and cold, seemed to me | to be infinite, menacing; and from this vapor there came forth a sound like an angry murmuring. Then the l ragged fragments fell apart, became distinct. Visible to my eyes in the blue radiance which suffusdd them, they slowly turned, and took, little by little, forms well known and familiar. From what place do these shadows come, and who are they? I asked my- gelf, full of wonder and alarm. “Who are we, and whence come we?” sald a grave voice, a volce whose sound was slow and cold. “Bethink yourself. Do you not recognize us?” 1 silently shook my head, denying all possible relation with these shad- ows. And they reeled, uncurbed, in the air, as though they were dancing some wild saraband in rhythm with the storm outside. The -(llouettes,! scarcely perceptible, half transparent, crowded along, noiselessly, before me. Suddenly I distinguished among them an old man, a blind old man, holding by the waist a woman, aged and bent, who looked at me with eyes full of reproach, Their rags were covered with snow-flakes of a dazzling bright- ness, and they spread a chill about them. I knew who they were; but why were they there?” “Now you recognize us?” I knew not if it were the voice of the tempest which I had just heard or that of my own conscience; but that voice had an imperious tone which mastered me. “You have seen who we are,” the voice continued, “and the others are also the heroes of your tales; chil-, dren, women, and men whom you have “What Did 1Jhny Want With Me?” made suffer for the pleasure of those who read you. Open your eyes, look, they are going to march in front of you, and you can judge how many and how pitiable are these products of your imagination.” Then the shadows passed along. The first were & young boy and a lit- tle girl, like two great snow-flowers, spreading round them a lunar light. “See here, at first,” sald the voice, “two children whom you made die under the window of a house in which a Christmas tree was shining. You remember; they looked at it, trembl- ing with desire; and they stayed there, frozen and motionless!" My little heroes passed silently be- fore me, and vanished in the blue ra- | dlance. In their place an exhausted ! woman, with a pale face, showed her- self. “This one is the mcflmr, anxiously expected, who, also upon Christmas eve, was hastening back from the vil- lage, a long way off, bringing some poor little gifts for her children, and who fainted upon the road.” 1 looked at the shadow with fear and pity. And the troop continued to pass. The inexorable voice enumerated the heroes of my sad works. And these hero-phantoms floated before me; their | white garments waved; I shivered be- fore the cold which flowed from those mournful, silent shadows. Their slow movements, and the unspeakable an- gulsh of their vague looks, oppressed me. What did they want with me? What was the meaning of this sight? The last one, the blind old man, with his rags stiff with sleet, came slowly in front of me, and fixea upon me his lustreless, wide-open ~eyes. | His beard sparkled with frost, and icicles hung at the corners of his mouth. The old woman had the bliss- ful emile of a child; but that smile was fixed, frozen in the unmoving wrinkles of her cheeks At last the spectres faded away in the air, but the whirlwind still sang its melancholy refrain, and aroused in my soul a feeling of rebellion. I bhad been considering all the strange Hibernation. AN sleep is phenomenal, but 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 it is mainly explicable it is none the less estonishing. Origin of Auction Sales. Auction sales originated in an- clent Rome, and were introduced tol enable soldiers to dispose of spoils of war. 1 forms in silence, and as if threugh the fog of sleep; but now something arose within me, and I wished tc speak. Again the spectres came togetner in a single group and formed a confused cloud, wherein I saw eyes of all colors, the eyes of my characters, which look- ed upon me with anguish. 1 grew more and more distressed and ashamed under those looks, so dull and lifeless. The tempest ceased to roar, and all noise died away with it. I no longer heard the monotonous ticking of my watch, nor the rustling of the snow, nor the voice which had spoken to| me. There was perfect silence, and the vision hung in the air, and seemed to be awaiting some mysterious signal. And I also waited, passionately, with all the strength which remained in my weakened soul. This lasted for & long time, and I could not withdraw my gaze from the vision, until I cried out at last: “My God! Why is this? does all this mean?” Then the slow, passionless voice was heard again: “Reply yourself to you own ques- tions. things? Without contenting yourself What Why did you write all those ! with real troubles, with the tangible | and visible misfortunes of life, Why have you invented new tortures and told them to people, forcing yourself to deplct your woeful fancies as though they bad really existed? What do you wish to do? To destroy the scant remnants of courage still left to men, and to deprive them of all hope of better things by showing them only the evil? Are you, perchance, an enemy of brightness and hope, and do you take pleasure in creating the blackest and the saddest things, in order to add, without respite, to the disenchantment of the human race? Or do you, indeed, hate to live by rep- resenting existence as an ordeal with- out end? What is your Speak!” 1 was dismayed. Strange reproach- es, were they not? the same method in writing, especially when Christmas stories are in ques- tion. One takes a poor little boy or a poor little girl, and makes them die of cold, no matter where, under the windows of some fine house where the lighted tree is shining. It is a cus- tom; 1 have followed it—that is all. 1 felt justified and decided to explain tho meaning of my Christmas tales. purpose? Everybody uses | “Listen,” | began; “I do not know | who you are, and I do not wish to know. You have asked me questions. Very well, 1 am going to some | auswer them; and afterwards 1 hope that you will not longer deny me the right to sleep in peace for the remain- ! der of the night. In portraying these miseries and agonies 1 only think of awakening in others sentiments of compassion and humanity; L try to soften hearts which, alas, are often dry and hard.” A strange alarming movement took place among the shadows. ) looked at them, stupefied, without understand- ing their meaning. They turned about in a silent round, as though a sudden attack of fever had seized upon all of them. They writhed, as 1f struggling in a whirlpool which threatened to carry them away, to tear them to pleces. Again the tempest howled, whistled, laughed, and moaned. And the spectres trembled; their lifeless eyes were still as cavernous as before, although the faint outlines of their faces were contracted by horrible, phantom-like grimaces. The blue phos- phorescent light wavered under this silent, incomprehensible dance of the spectres. A cold sweat broke out upon my body, and my hair stood on end. “They are laughing,” said the pas- slonless voice. “At what?" I asked in a scarcely audible. “At you." “Why?” < “Because of the silliness of your childish talk. By depicting imaginary troubles you wish to awaken good feelings in the hearts of men for whom real troubles are a sight only too common! Reflect! If the miser- able reality fails to touch men, and does not wound their souls, will your idle fancies enlighten their con- sclence? And you think that you can succeed? And you cherish such a hope?” The grinning spectres continued their merriment. It seemed to me that it would never end, that I should see it, filled with terror, until the day of my death. The tempest also laughed cynically, and deafened me, and still the soulless voice talked, and talked. I strove to escape from the obses- sion. I wrapped myself in darkness, full of grief and rage. And, suddenly, rolling from my bed, 1 was cast head-foremost into a dark abyss, in which I swallowed, suffocat- ed by the swiftness of my fall. The pitiless laughter of the spectres pur- sued me. Through the shadows they seemed to gaze at me, fixedly. At dawn I awoke with a violent palx Mm my head, and a sense of distress. My first action was to seize the pages in which I had described the adven- tures of the blind old man and his companion. I tore them up without rereading. I threw the fragments out of the window, and they were scat- tered by the morning breeze. 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