Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 25, 1915, Page 7

1, T AVEAGE gircus Lion Inflicted Just Betribution on a Cruel Trainer. gy SIGISMUND B. TAILER. o pad not been quite the same ,,“1 weeks. Signor Blanco, his s, bad perceived nothing amiss, his eyes had lost their fine pess and his brain had grown »p and bewildered. Nero obeyed ckly as ever, but when he 1 at the word of command, upon f estal, there was & slight quiv- of his sides, a lashing of his which would have told Blanco a _once. But Blanco was mad s drink and jealousy of his young , Mipetta. prery trainer knows that the old of Daniel and the lions is true. hing in the world. But let the jger drink or give way to any base Jse and his power is gone. 45 for Majolica and Betty, they we mere kittens of creatures, hard- jarger than well-grown Newfound- pds. And Parsifal, the tiger, was and toothless. Nero carried off o was so magnificent a Nubian cimen that he would have made v show respectable. Migetta had noticed it. So had Giu- The girl had told Giuseppe, 44 the apprentice had warned Blanco. janco had laughed and sneered and at Nero acoss the face with his avy training whip. Nero retreated, powling and licking his paws; he iged to sink their needle-like points o Blanco's white flesh. The truth was that Blanco had been Jating his wife. Minetta was only jneteen and they had been married wo years. Blanco was forty-five. He ld found Minetta starving on her ar- iral from Italy to marry Giuseppe, vio came from her village, and to shom she had been pledged ever since hey were children. Minetta had missed Giuseppe, for Blanco, having seen her photo- gaph, had cunningly contrived to nd Giuseppe astray. He trailed her fr three days until her money was ahausted. Then he made himself hown to her at her boarding house, jut as she was in the act of being furned into the street. “Giuseppe has another girl,” he told per. “I am Signor Blanco. No, I do Nero Retreated, Growling. not know where Giuseppe is now. Marry me and I will hang diamonds round your neck.” Poor little Minetta, helpless and hopeless, fell an easy victim to Blanco. It must be admitted, though, that he was deeply infatuated with Rer girlish beauty. So they were mar- ried and lived happily three months. And then—Giuseppe came back. Blanco had taken advantage of the Taw youth's ignorance to have him thanghaied aboard a Chesapeake oys- terman. He had thought the life ¥ould kill him; instead of which he had grown strong. He came back to fiod Blanco married to Minetta. ‘Poch, that is nothing!” Blanco said airily. “I thought you had run away. It was for your sake I married her. Lial_en. Giuseppe, I want an assistant gain. Stay with me and I will give You ten dollars weekly.” This seemed a fortune to Gluseppe. And he would have worked for noth- l!:g to be within sight of his beloved Minetta. He felt dimly that the day might arrive when he could help ber. Blanco had laughed quietly at his triumph. .He felt sure that his cun- Ding act, showing Minetta how he despised her former sweetheart, would | makf her despise him too. But Minet- | ta did not despise Gluseppe. | Blanco, watching them, saw that the old love was only dormant. He | knew that, though she would not have | dared let herselt acknowledge it.| Mizetta still loved Giuseppe. He| Jion fears & good man more than ; honors in Blanco's menagerie, and | dignantly he str uck her in Giuseppe saw the bruise the face. “You have hurt y he exclaimed. h Did you fan?” _Yourself, Minetta! What have you done? “Yes, I fell dow i " nstairs,” sobbe: Minetta, shamefacedly 1t >h:)b|lx)ufl been a little older she might not h; ! ave been so frightened. puyt Blanco was all in the world to her: bag as the man was, she loved him because she haglgiven herself to him anco watched her g i Giuseppe began to not iee “zll_ lhl:;rt:nr; was indignant and thought of e ’Blanhco with it. Then he waj 8 the Italian nature. X 'knlt;lh ever came out of .l\'.lm'“d = anco drank cons v Ve knew it. Nero was watc ing h;{:t:o» quietly as he watched Giuseppe Th: climax was very near when Giuseppe 8aw Blanco strike Minetta through the open doorof their tent He had been counting the recei but now he S e OW he dropped these and draw- ing his knife, rushed forward Jut Blanco had gone into the lion house before he arrived. Blanco was train- ing a new lion. Giuseppe must wait Then he turned back, to see Minetta, scarlet, with a white weal across her | face, waiting for him. | "l'sawl him—" stammered Giuseppe. es, I saw you, t00,” she answere “When he struck me this time, (rufl seppe, I knew that I loved him no longer. He is a—" “He is a devil!” shouted the young man, fingering his blade. *Minetta! They looked at one another aud fell into each other's arms. They knew now that their two years had been fruitless; they would always love one another. “Giuseppe, you must go,” Minetta sobbed at length. “Go now, before sin come upon us.” Giuseppe fought the ha-dest battle of his’‘life that momcnt. At last he conquered; raising Minetta's hand to his lips he walked slowly back to the collection box. He would leave that afternoon; he would never see Minetta again Minetta went into the lion house presently. Blanco, who seemed par- ticularly amiable, called her into the cage. was a better trainer than he. Blanco caught his wife by the arm “Minetta—dear Minetta,” he said, smiling like a devil; "I saw what hap- pened five minutes ago. Kneel down, Minetta, and pray. Minetta kneeled down and prayed, because she was docile and it seemed the only thing that she could do. Blanco stepped toward Nero and cut him savagely across the loins The cat leaped from his pedestal and crouched, snarling, in a corner. Blanco stepped back toward the half-open door. He took his eyes from Nero He knew that he could reach the door and close it on his wife before Nero could spring. He leaped for the door, tripped, and stumbled. Ile had fallen upon Minet ta’s whip, which she had cast aside He strove wildly to rise. He saw a great shape darken the daylight over him. It was Minetta's scream that called Giuseppe from the collection box When he arrived he saw her beating with her little fists on Nero's face, over the body of Blanco. (Copyright, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) George V/. Under Arrest. The arrest of a man in New York the other day for throwing refuse about the streets revealed once more the historic name of George Washing- ton on the police station blotter, the Sun of that city states. Like his il- lustrious namesake, the arrested man could not tell a lie and owned his guilt. It has been estimated by many who have made a special study of genealo- gy and descent, as well as the spread and change of names, that there ar in the world now 100,000 males whose baptismal name is George ington. And of those whose sole name is George Washington, it i{s again esti- mated that at least 5,000 carry along the inspired cognomen wherever they 0. ‘0! direct descendants, of course, the Father of His Country had none. Negroes by hundreds were named for him by slave masters before the Civil war. Since then the name has been a favorite with those blacks who had to choose a family appellation be- cause of not being certain about their pedigree. i “All in the Game." It is erroneous to think that the great leaders of the financial world persist in their labors merely for the sake of acquiring money Rather, they have got themselves into the game of active life, and they do not know how exist outside of it to1.)nxce there was a man who thought Russell Sage ought to stop work. He spoke to him about it “Why get to- gether any more money, Mr. Sage’ You can't eat; you can't drink it What good will it do you?" dared not send him away, for he| ¥anted to have him in his sight con- | stantly, | He had tried in various ways to| kil him. Once he teased Nero and | Eent Giuseppe imto his cage. But| Nero only crouched down at his feet. Another time he rubbed Giuseppe's | clothes with catnip. Giuseppe smelled | tothing and wondered why the bIE | cats fawned around him and rubbed gainst him. But here, too, he es caped disaster. Then Blanco began to beat Minetts 81d accused her openly of loving Giuseppe. When she denied this - 5 To Cure Hysteria. Vrap mustard plasters on huods, *Tists, soles and paims, and allow pa » Heut to reet . Penaity She Had to Pay. Irene’s mother is a woman of ad- vanced ideas. A few days ago when there came bad weather Ireme went, 0 to a neighbor's porch and looked | through the inviting window where | Reggie was comfortably engaged with bis playthings. “Why don’t you come 2 I'm just having a dandy time ¥ith my Nose ark” “No,” sobbed Irene, “T'ye got to stay outside and be thy.” | used regularly in -| woou, the favo Couldn’t drink ‘em, could you? No use to you, were they? What did you play marbles for? Envied Omnipotence. Freddy was 5 years of age He had attended Sunday school for but a shqrt time, and with childish _rurioauy asked questions One day his father took him to the ball game, and Hul.e Freddy, his eves shining brightly, asked: “Yes, my son,” replied his father. Freddy was quiet tor awhile. Then gaid: “If God wa= playing R.ull he would never get out, would he? S ensive Woed. One of f:: most expensive woods an estsblished in- United States is box- rite material for v;o«: It hes been quoted at fo % cubic Inch, and about §1300 by the thousand board feet. dusty in the ——————— 's Remarkable Strength. AnA:l:t.(:n carry a grain of corn ten times the weight of its own body, while a horse and a man can carry & burden only about equal to thelr owB welght She was not loath to go; she | while the lion blinked and snarled| Wash- i “Ever play marbles?” Uncle Russell | asked. : “Yes, when I was a boy. . “Couldn’t eat ‘em could you? «Can God do anything, pop?” | et~ e i b AN OF SYSTEN Discipline Was His Rule, but One Can't Prevent Young Folks | Being Natural. i e | By ALVAH JORDAN GARTH. } You are a pretty hard old task- master, Adam Brill, and you can't m‘,’_k," babies of your children forever.” I'm a man of system, Asa Dunn. 1 bring my children up on a strict, rllzht basis, and if anybody wants to dispute it, I'm here to protect my methods—not forgetting that, man and boy, for forty vears, I have been !hc-_ champion wrestler, boxer and sprinter of the county,” and the speak- €r put up a sample arm that a blar!\'smil)\ might have envied. “No, no, friend Adam!” laughed his ?P}lrf’sl neighbor, retreating promptly. None of that for me! 1 know your | prowess too well. Only I think you draw the line too tight with those two children of yours. Not but that both are the finest in the town. Morton is a model young man, and as to Lu- \ ella“l envy the man who gets her for gy “That will be some time ahead, if 1 have anything to say about it," de- | ’rlnrod the stalwart parent. “They have been motherless since they were | very young, and I've felt a double re- | 8ponsibility in bringing them up right. , Discipline and system have been my | rule. It's’ going to continue until | Morton is twenty-one—why, say, that's itomorrow!" exclaimed Brill, “and 1 | came near forgetting—" ’ “What?” inquired Dunn, but Adam | Brill was on his way and chuckling in | his grim way to himself. He knew { well enough “what"—and so did | bright, lively Morton, his son. The old man, however, did not hear the | | brief soliloquy of the man he had just | left to the effect that, “You can't help i_voumz folks from being natural, no | matter how hard you try.” | It was the twenty-first birthday of | Morton Brill tomorrow, sure enough, |and his father recalled it half with Iudness, partly with a comical look | | | i | | | | i i Adam Brill Was on His Way. | on his face, as if it revived some | whimsy that pleased him. Ever since | Morton was fifteen years of nge." | Adam Brill had put in force an iron- | clad regulation of his own flerce tem- | pered sire. Exactly one minute be- | | fore the midnight hour he had made | his son remove his coat. Regularly | he had administered the strap—the | strokes corresponding to the years at- | tained. Then, when the performance | was over, he would place in the hands | | of the lad exactly as many bright sil- ver dollars as he was old. “The last time!"” ruminated the ob- stinate old fellow, as he reached home i | and removed from a drawer in a | kitchen cabinet the time-honored strap | of castigation. Many a time had Mor- | ton thought of stealing it, of run- | ning away from home to evade the an- ! nual castigation. A thought of the money reward following the whipping, | however, had kept him in line. “Last time!” soliloguized Brill. “Well, in a way I'm glad of it. This little reminder, though, has probably | kept him the clean, honest lad that he js. Now he’s a man, and a good one. | Only Luella left and in another year | she will be of age. I declare, how | time rolls on!" | At nine o'clock that night Luella | came into the house from the garden, 1nherv her unsuspecting father sup- posed she had been with some girl | friends. Her fair peachblow face was deliciously conscious and flushed, but Adam Brill attributed that to the ex- ercige of play or walking. Luella re- tired to her room The old man | glanced at the clock, placed the strap | over the back of a chair, took off his f coat and went out into the garden. “I told Morton to be here at nine | o'clock sharp,” grumbled the old man, “and it's after ten now. I want- | ed to give him a final lecture before 1 gave him his last whipping. 1 sup- pose the rascal is keeping out of the | way purposely, when 1 intended to make him a double present this time.” Brill strolled out into the garden. As he neared the little summer house he chanced to glance up at the win- dow of Luella's room. He was In time to see his daughter'’s head in- stantly disappear. Then as he en- tered the summer house he ran straight into some one. “You, Morton?" he cried, grabbing the figure. “Sneaking out of the way, eh? No, you don’t! I thought you was too wise to fancy your dad couldn’'t handle you. old as he is." H Straln on Ticket Office Man. ! A man in the ticket office on a busy lflly bas to conceal his real feelings so much that be gets to be a better | actor than some of the people on the stage. PRSI Curse of Idleness. Idleness is the badge of gentry, and the bane of body and mind, the nurse | of naughtiness, the stepmother of dis- cipline; the chief author of all mis- ta clinking bag. . bow clutch of his!” cried old In one instant the athletic blood of | the old man was on fire. His captive had resisted his iron grasp. Then with a superb clutch he had his ad- versary on equal terms. Back and forth the contestants moved in a wrestling bout such as Adam Brill had not enjoyed for many a year. And then, breathless, astonished, for the first time in his proud career worsted by an opponent fully worthy of his skill, Adam Brill was tripped and sent hurtling five feet away upon the soft grass, prostrate. “You've done it, Morton,” he chuckled, “and I'm proud of you!” “I am not Morton,” interrupted a | But the | calm, even voice. “Eh!” ejaculated Adam Brill, arising to his feet in wonder and staring strangely at an utter stranger. “Who are you, then?” “A respectable college graduate,” I of the town lawyers to apply for a| was the evasive reply. “Should think so, and you've got a new wrestling trick I'll give you ten dollars to teach me.” “Tomorrow!"” laughed the stranger, gaily, gave a run, a leap and was over the rear fence and out of sight in a twinkling. “Well, I never!” gasped the old man. “There's some mystery about this, but the fellow is a good one. To think of it—never beaten at my own game be- fore!" Adam Brill returned to the kitchen. His defeat had set him thinking, and had exhausted his vitality a trifle. It made him realize that he * not as young as he used to be.” fell asleep, to awaken and find his son seated in a chair opposite to him. “Hell! Been asleep, have 17" ex- claimed the old man. “On hand and waiting for the annual, eh, son?" “Not this time, father. You've over- slept,” and Morton pointed to the Kkitchen clock. “It's ten minutes after twelve, I'm of age, and we'll just shake hands and call it square.” “Cheated out of my regular pleasure, eh?" stormed the old man, in a pre- tended rage. “Well, I won't be mean. Here's your present,” and he extended “Forty-two dollars, and when you get ready to settle down come to me for more.” “Why, father,” admitted young Brill a little confusedly, “I'm ready right now. Myra Walcott has been wait- ing for me for over a year, and—you won't object?"” “Seeing as you are your own mas- ;ter. 1 don't see how I can interfere,” answered the father. “And, father—" “Well?" “A young man was here tonight— 1 met him and he told me about it. You had a bout in the garden.” “Eh! Who is he?” challenged the father, sharply. “Clyde Worthington, as fine a young fellow as you need to know. He's coming here again tomorrow—" “Yes, to teach me that double el- Brill, eagerly. “Yes, and to ask you for sister's hand in marriage. X Adam Brill stormed, and fumed, but Clyde Worthington made so fine an impression when he called the next day that there was a double wedding in the old Brill homestead. (Copyright, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) Woman's Long Service. The only woman lighthousekeeper in England, Mrs. Joyson, kept her Nst watch, the other night at Hale, on the banks of the Mersey. She {8 known | at “the heroine of the Mersey.” For twenty years she has lived in the lighthouse, and for four years, since the death of her hubsand, she has been the official keeper. “My life has not been an unhappy one here,” said Mrs. Joynson, “and it 18 a wrench to go. 1 am giving up the appointment for the sake of my children, who wish to live at Stockton. The commissioner has tried several timee to persuade me to stay. He told me only the other day, ‘You are leaving with honor.’ | When my husband died in the light- | Good-day, sir” house, 1 took up tiae duty on three months' trial, and Lave continued till now. I have done duty for three and a half hours before and after high JOHN SMITH'S THEORY E By FRANK FILSON. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G Chapman.) He felt pr gloomy all the way down to his office. He had begun to earn enough income the year before, | as a lawyer in the little manufactur- ing town, to justify him in claiming Mollie, whom he had loved since he entered college, as his wife. struggle was a hard cne, and he had only just been able to kcep his home together. Then, a Adamson comp: month previously, the v had invited several | salaried position as adviser. The | choice had rezily narrowed down toi two: himself aud Herbert Johnson. ! And he knew in his heart that John- | son was slated for the position. i If mere learning had counted, he might have got it. But there were other qualities. Johnson was a man- about-town, a frequenter of the best | hotel, where he dined and met peopie. But, niost i tant of all, Johnson was acquiring a reputation as a man | who took hard cases. The Adamson corporation wculd undoubtedly prefer a man who was ling to attempt to drive through the law, if it could be done, to a lawyer who had his own ridiculous scruples “However,” he sald to Mollie, “I be- lieve there is a good future for a law yer whose honesty will be so generally recognized that it will go far toward winning him every case in which he appears.” And she had agreed. But that did not help him toward the $2,000 posi tlon with the Adamson corporation And that income, in addition to his other work, loomed larger and larger as the davs went by Then he was stunned to receive an invitation to call upon the corpora tion. In his best suit, which Johnson would have scornel to wear, except | for gardening, perhaps, he made his way to the big factory downtown and was shown into the rcom of the presi | dent, George Adamson, a fussv lock ing old gentleman. who bade him sit down and examined him with a very critical gaze. But Mr. Adamson thawed percep'i bly when his visitor answered the searching questions that he put to him. There John Smith knew that he wag on safe ground. His credentials were certainlv better than Johnson's. and Adamson acknowledged himself as highly pleased. “Now let us come to practical de tatls” he raid. “Fer instance—an old inventor out in Dayton has a patent that we are very anxious to secure. Tt {s an improved method of manu- facturing gas furnaces, and if we had it it would cut the cost of produc tion 15 per vent. The o'd man is @ crank ard has an inflated value of his property. ile wenm't rell for less tha. a million, which would mean no extra profit to us for three vears. Morally we are justified In taking his patent and manufacturing according to its specifications, for the good of the country. It is intolerable that one know that he could not hope to find the money to sue. Anyway, the case would run for years, ard all the while we could he manufacturing. Verv well! But now, ruppose he moved for an injunction to prevent us manufac- turing while the guit was pending. How would you go about stopping it?" “Pay him his million dollars or stop manufacturing,” answered Smith { quietly. \ 0ld Adameon glared at him. “You mean?"—he bellowed. e “That T would not be a party to such |8 case.” answered S~ith. “No doubt you can find men who would. I &m | afrald T am not the man you need And he walked out of the office. | “You'll hear from us tomorrow!" he heard the irate old man bellow after him. But the threat passed over his tide, and have to keep the light burn- | pead. An hour later he was telling ing at night time, and the fog bell | gjjie all about it. ringing if necessary. On several occa- | «“near, you @id just right,” she said sion I have rung the bell for the whole | But he saw the tears which she seven hours. Once we had nearly & ! yainly tried to conceal, and presently fortnight of fog, but I got through it | che was weeping unreservedly upon all right.” Interrupted Funeral, A funeral at Hampstead (Middle- sex) cemetery was delayed by an ex- traordinary incident, a few days ago. Just as the procession was entering the gates, a bulldog leaped at one of the horses drawing the hearse, and seizing it by the leg, brought it heav- fly to the ground. The dog then shifted its grip, biting the horse in geveral places about the front of the body, and finally fastened its teeth in its muzzle. The horse's struggles were witnessed by many, but for gome time the confusion was such that all efforts to get at the bulldog ; were unavailing. A young woman to whom the latter belonged eventually managed to grasp the collar, but it was only after the animal had been stunned with a heavy plece of wood that its jaws could be pried apart and the horse released —London Mall. Joys of Hospitality. “A motor car is a source of great pleasure, isn't it?” “Yes,” replied Mr. Chuggine. “But it has certain disadvantages. You don’t want to ride by yourself, and when you take out a party of friends they have arguments among them- selves about how fast we shall travel and where we shall go. There is only one thing they agree about, and that is, if the machine breaks down, it's & good joke on me.” 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 mystery in those they love to have chief, one of the seven deadly sins, | everything revealed, are unconscious- the cushion upon which the devil |1y killing their own happiness.—Stop- ford Brooke. chiefly reposes. his knee. The next morning when he saw a letter from the Adamson people beside his plate he remembered the presl- dent’s threat. He laughed scornfully as he opened it. What could the old man do? It he threatened him he would promptly bring suit for dam ages, or defamation of character. He John Smith, did not intend to allow | that old ruffian to ride roughshod over I him. He opened the envelone. Next mo ment he dropped the letter with a crv | “Mollle! He's offered me the job'" he cried in exultation. Then: “But 1 can't take it. dear. T wouldn't work for such people.” “Let me read it, dear.” said In: pra® tical wife. She took up the letter and read it Then, silently, she laid it before her husband. “Deat Sir’”" he read, “We rhall con sider ourselves fortunate if vou will consent to act as our legal represen tative at a salary ot $2000 for the first year. It mayv intercst you to know that of the five lawvers before whom we placed our test question you were the on'y one who answered it in a manner satisfactory to us Our business has alwavs been conducted according to the best traditions of American business life. and we have use onlv for su honest man.” “Mollie!” gasned John “There ig room for working out my theory after all” Roumanians Fend 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 is that rather than be shabby & Roumanian should go hungry. The peasant costume of 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. e Cause of Waterfall's Roar. The roar of a waterfall is almost entirely by the bursting of mil ‘fons of air bubbles. | time to raising money for the poor.” i'ly dear Marjorie, how can you say i such a thing? YOU SEE THIS PICTURE? THIS IS 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. AWE PAY 5 PER CENT INTEREST ON TIME DEPOSITS. American State Bank BE AN AMERICAN, ONE OF US.” SPECIAL SALE ON FLOUR I While the present Stock lasts we will \ name the following prices tor SPOT N CASH. WE NEED THE MONEY 12 Ib. Ideal Plain Flour - 45c¢ 24 Ib. \deal Plain Elour - 90c | 98 Ib. Ideal Plain Flour - $3.50 | 08 Ih. :elf-Rising Flour - 4.00 | your supply at once. \\“ About 100 Barrels at these prices. Get M 1 i Other Geodsat a Bargain (1\ | F. 6. TWEEDELL ?)\-_ PHONE 59 fl‘}% Do Douthou Saw Some Dust At the County Fair We hope you may also see some of our saw-dust before the season is over; in other words we hope you will soon Get Busy on that Building vou have heen talking about and that you will see us for Your Lumber and Material Lakeland Manufacturing Company PHONE 76 LAKELAND, FLA. Doing Her Share. “It seems a pity, my dear Mrs. Gotham, that you New York soclety women 7on’t give up more of your Sarcastic Marrled Man. “Yes,” said the bachelor, with the conscious pride of sacrifice. “1 make a point of giving up certain pleasures during Lent™ ‘Huh!" snorted the married man. “You bachelors have & cinch on .hat sort of thing. What are torty days to three hundred and sixty- Qve?"—Town Topics Haven't 1 sat up until two o'clock for three nights now play- to3 charity bridge? —Life. e e e et 4 {