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Box 605 Lakeland, Florida ‘OFFICE ROOMS FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted in the City “*Running,Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE bl SICK? §8 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Hanna HARDIN BLD Kandy! Kandy! Try our Home-made Cécoa- 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. 1, !, Flirtation |} ¢ By MILDRED CARTER |{ A N N N ovyri:hc, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Now that I have passed my seventy- eighth birthday I like to sit on the piazza and doze in the sun on warm atternoons. 1 like to see the life of the village, the girls and young men passing along the sidewalk under- neath. Sometimes one of them will look up at me “Hello, grandma!” they shout cheerfully, and nod. I like it, especially in springtime, when the leaves are beginning to un- fold, and nature takes on a renewal of life. It is always a miracle to me, this new opening of the buds, just the l same now as when 1 was a girl so many years ago. ; 1 was brought up very strictly, in the Presbyterian belief. In those days we all thought that only the elect could be saved, and that many were destined to perish everlastingly in hell fire. Then, I remember, Mr. Darwin brought out a book which told us we | were nothing but monkeys, and had no souls, any more than the beasts. ' I was never so sure that the beasts hadn’t, and I am less sure of it now than ever; but, stiil, that was a pe- riod of great unrest. A lot of relig- fous folks ceased to believe in any- | thing, and there was a good deal of hypocrisy in the matter of church go- ing. But of late years I have seen the change that is coming over folks | again. It isn’t so much that they are ' turning back to the old beliefs as that they are beginning to believe. | They haven’t got it all down so fine, about predestination and all that, I mean, but still they are beginning to “My Wife and | Were Very Happy To- gether.” belleve as they used to. And that strikes me as the finest sort of be- liet—a belief in which there is a good deal of hope mixed, a beliet you have to cling to—faith, I suppose. Tc my mind it isn't only the open- ing of the leaves year after year, but the opening of our hearts, too, that convinces me of a better life to come. I don't believe any of the young people who see me nodding here in | the sun understand that even at sev- enty-eight one may be, at heart, the | same as a girl of twenty. | It was only three months ago that | 1 met Tom Bentley, after a separation | of fifty years. The Bentleys had lived ! for generations in this little town, but Tom went west when he was a boy, after a quarrel with his sweetheart, and I understood he had married and settled for good in California. The first part was true, but the second | was exaggerated; at any rate, he had come back a widower, his children be- ing married and scattered, to end his days in. Four Corners. ‘When I looked at the gray old man, and remembered the dark-haired boy whom I had loved so much and sent away, my heart felt as if it was going to break. But after a few weeks I felt quite differently. He had sought me out, and he learned for the first time that I had six children living, and eight grand- children, and that I had been living with my daughter Molly since my hus- band died. “Tom,” I said to him, “I don’t mind telling you that I never loved my hus- band half so much as you.” “Lizzle,” he answered, “you haven’t anything on me there.” So we chatted together quite gayly, and nowadays Tom comes over pretty nearly every afternoon. If he sees that [ am asleep he goes away very softly, so as not to disturb me. And sometimes I only pretend to be asleep, 80 that I can sit still and think and live in my memories. “Grandmother’s flirtation,” the grandchildren call our talks. It never enters their heads that, for all my six children and seventy-eight years, I am just as much interested in Tom as though he were again the dark-haired boy whose photograph, very faint and faded. stands on my bureau. H | At first, as 1 said, my heart was nearly broken. But then i used to st Hubby's Joke. | *“Won't your wife sing for ust” “Sure! I just asked her mot to."— | 11’!1« Mischief Maker i — -~ Stickers, The great difference between a pub- |hmtuasdommmnu | that the public servant would not re- | sign even under fire.—Loulsville Cour | eJournal. —_—_— Sometimes Lonely, umhcotnbouu'u'od in the fact One found out nere in the sun and think things over. And gradually I seemed to work things out in my mind, and at first 1 was reconciled, and then happy, and now I am just like a girl in mind again. You see, as I was saying, folks are coming back to belief, though it is not the old certainty. Now I never re- gretted marrying Jim, and I hope and am sure that I shall meet him again, | and that whatever there was of com- mon interest and affection between us will be remewed. But that doesn't shut me out from Tom. Now suppose I had married Tom. Would the old romance, which exists still, in spite of my seventy-eight years, continue? Or would it have been frittered away with the cares of lite, the bearing and rearing of my children, the friction of things and the struggles? 1 think it would have been. That seems the strange thing about life—the moment you begin to realize happiness you lose it. It all consists in the looking backward or looking forward. Now, what an adventure life ought to be, and was, and is becoming again, with the old faith coming back to us. Because I am quite sure that it is this youth in eur hearts, which never dies, no matter how old we are, that is to be realized in the life to come. I am quite sure that then at last, we shall find the happiness which we all try so hard to catch and some- how miss. ‘Well, then, does anyone mean to tell me that my heart won't be big enough to hold both my husband and Tom, in an existence where there is no marry- ing or giving in marriage? It seems to me that there one will have all the romance of girlhood and all the joys of being a mother, and a grandmother too. I have put this idea into words rather crudely, not being a writer; but, anyhow, that was my conclusion, and I told Tom about it. You can’t imagine how pleased it made me to know that he understood. “That is just how I have been feel- ing, my dear,” he told me. “You see, when I heard you were married life seemed impossible for me. But by and by I began to find out that it has got to be lived, and I tried to live it. My wife and I were very happy to- gether. And I thought often that if it had been you our children would have been different souls.” “Yes,” I told him. “I should be dreadfully unhappy without Polly and Dora and Mark and Philip and the two boys in Los Angeles.” “But now we have each other as ! well as our own,” he answered. I closed my eyes, because I wanted to think. I was casting over in my mind the different women I knew, and it seemed to me that whether they had married the right man or the wrong man it seemed pretty well to even ftselt out. And I thought of those who had never married at all, and what a load of experience there must be waiting for them in the next life. “For my part; Tom,” I said, “I would not have it any different. I am so glad I never married you—and I| used to think my heart was broken. “Same here,” he answered, squeez- ing my hand, and then I saw a couple who were passing along the street look up and smile at us. “I'll be over tomorrow about the! same time,” sald Tom, getting up and taking off his hat with the sweeping gesture he used to use. I watched him walk away toward his cottage. How pleasant it is.to be alive, I thought. And how pleasant it is to be an old ! woman, with all one's troubles lived ' through already. STRICTLY “WHILE YOU WAIT” Chinese Needlewomen Mend Mascu- line Garments While Seated in Public Street. In many towns of China one may | bave his garments mended on the street, and “while he waits.” Native sewing women are to be seen on low stools, perhaps on the sidewalks, mending articles of masculine attire. The accomplishments of these street seamstresses are somewhat limited, their efforts with the needle being for . the most part confined to “running.” | Other branches of needlework are ! practically unknown to them. As a consequence their efforts are better appreciated by native workmen than by foreign travelers. They are never short of patrcns among the former, for these are often natives of other districts, and, hav- ing come to the city to engage in business, have no cne to mend a rent tor them. Their wives being left at home, they are glad to avail them- selves of the services of the street needlewomen. For this ss of cus- tomers the skill ot the itinerant sew- Ing woman answers practically every purpose. Generally speaking, these women are wives of boatmen and laborers who live in the houseboats which line the creeks of many Chinese cities and towns, and their needles ure a great help toward the solution of the prob- lem of maintenance in a crowded :ity or town. One-Hundred-Pound Motorcygle. To bridge the gap between the ordi- pary bicycle an¢ the moderu, high- power motorcycle, a lightwgight me- dium power machine has keen devel- oped. It is built with a s'uray frame of the loop type, much tighter than that of the average moteccycle. With its tanks filled the machine weighs only 110 pounds as compared with the approximate average weight of 260 pounds, or more, of the larger cycle.— Popular Mechanics Magazine. 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 poiish with a soft dry rag. This is a much easier way than washing them, and the glasses very rarely break MILLY'S LOVE DREAN By MILDRED CAROLINE GOOD- | (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) | By the brook beside the willows | where the lilies grew there had lived i —and died?—a dream of beauty. Every day Millie Grey made a pil- grimage to the fair spot. Was it all to be a memory, a reminder? Milly did not know. She only hoped. There was a great fallen oak. The branches had wound themselves round a part of the ponderous trunk as it caressingly. Here there was nature’s seat and sheltered as with a screen. There “he” had sat,-she beside him. Who was “he?’ Alas! she knew him not, by name. Only his clear, laugh- ing tones, his magnetic eyes, his open, handsome face—these would never fade away, never! while life should last. Of Effie Dunbar only, her closest friend, Milly made a confidante and the latter was quick to discover that her devoted friend had surely met her fate. . “But his name, Millie?” questioned Effle. Milly shook her pretty head dubi- ously. “Do you know,” she sald artlessly, “I never asked him and he never told me. We met only twice, and both times he was fishing. He asked me all about the family and myself, and seemed to be very much inter- ested. Oh, he was so friendly and sympathetic—and handsome!” “And you think you will see him again?”’ questioned Effie. “He told me we should meet again,” said Milly longingly. “I can never for- get him,” she sighed. It was a few days after that a well- preserved man of about forty-five came into the general store conducted “I Really Don't,” Admitted Grey, Slowly. in the village by Milly’s father. Mr. Grey did not notice him at first. He was lost in gloomy thought. Busi- ness was bad, he had not the ready capital necessary to mend it, there was a heavy mortgage on the home property, and, altogether, Grey was feeling discouraged. “Good morning, sir,” said the visi- tor, and, a queer smile on his face, he looked Grey straight in the eyes. “Don’t remember me, I see?’ he ob- served. “I really don't” slowly. “John Marsh.” “Oh, never!” cried Grey, and his| fac? lighted up and he grasped the extonded hand of the other with warm favor. “Well, well, after twenty years!” “Nearer twenty-two,” corrected his visitor. “Just by accident I heard of | your being here. Many {s the time that T have tried to locate you since you left the old home town where we | were chums together. Grey, I have a | warm spot in my heart for you.” “I believe you, John,” replied Grey; you were always true blue.” i “How has fate treated you?" Grey told his story of struggle and present trouble. The other listened with attention and interest. He was a fine looking man, and it was easy to surmise that his old-time friendship | for Grey had not diminished with the years. “Can't we sit down and talk all this | over in detail?” he questioned. “Grey, | you helped me to my first position. Out of it I have made a fortune. I want to help you.” Adam Grey came home with a ra- diant face two hours earlier than us- ual that afternoon. His brisk, hcp-’ py bearing made him indeed welcome to the loving wife and daughter, who were aware of his business troubles. “I want you to prepare a room for an honored guest,” he said to his wife, | “and you, Milly, get onme of those admitted Grey, fine suppers for which you are fa. mous.” “Who is it?” asked Mrs. Grey. “My oldest, dearest boyhood friend,” explained Mr. Grey. “His name is John Marsh. Mary, bless him, as I do! He is, indeed, a true, good friend. He s going to help me out of all my business troubles.” “Oh, I am so glad!” cried Milly, with dancing eyes, and when the visi- tor arrived the best room in the house and the grandest of culinary feasts welcomed him. From the first Mr. Marsh seemed | to manifest an intense interest in Milly. He was kindly attentive to her, Hibernation. Al gleep is phenmomenal, but the slesp which endures the winter | through with some warm-blooded ant mals which find themselves suddealy 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 sstonishing. Origin of Auction Sales. Auction sales originated in an- clent Rome, and were introduced ensble soldiers to dispose of spoils of war, | arms. bo followed her with his eyes. Thers ' [FEX was something almost affectionate in his behavior toward her. | “It 1s all arranged,” Mr. Grey told | Milly one afternoon when their guest | was off on a stroll. “My good friend | has pald off the mortgage here and will finance my business for a one- third interest in it. Oh, Milly! I feel as it a load of lead has been lifted from my heart” “Dear, dear father!” murmured Mil- 1y. “My dear,” pursued Mr. Grey, i | wonder if you are not a certain in- fluence in bringing all this about? Mr. . Marsh seems to think the world of you.” Millie flushed, paled. Plainly her father meant to imply that their guest was in love with her. And Mil- 1y thought of the young man who had come into her life at the brookside, and trembled. “He is not an old man,” went on her father. “He has done so much for me! Milly, I may be imagining all this. If I am not, remember—for all his age he would be a safe, noble husband for any woman.” “Oh, father!” gasped Milly. “Be kind to him, Milly,” urged Mr. Grey, and left his daughter battling with the most vivid emotions. After that Milly many a time tried to evade Mr. Marsh. She felt that duty, gratitude, might impel her for her father's sake to sacrifice her young lite, but her soul was sad all of the time. One evening Mr. Marsh came into the house, showing more than usual animation and excitement in his man- ner. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and after supper he sall “Milly, 1 have something to tell you. Won't you come and take a stroll with me along the brook?” “It has come!” breathed Milly, and she could hardly keep back her tears, .Special SALES Each Saturday and Monday but her escort talked on of common-|_ places as they proceeded on their walk. A poignant pain came into Milly's heart as they finally halted. It was near the old gnarled tree, the only trysting she had ever known. “Sit down and let us rest,” sug- gested Mr Marsh, and Milly dreaded what next he might say. “My dear.” resumed Mr. Marsh, and his manner was tender and kindly, and he took her hand in his own. “I wish to tell you a little story.” “Yes, Mr. Marsh,” murmured Milly, trembling all over. “There was an old man whose son went off on a junketing tour, to meet by the merest chance a beautiful young lady, just like yourself. He fell in love with her. But in his talk with her he learned her name. He hurried back to his father to tell him that he had found a devoted friend of his youth, whom the father had longed for years to find. That friend was your father, Milly, and I am the father of the young man I am telling you about.” Millie’s senses wavered, her breath came quick. She wondered—she rapt- 1y hoped. “] came on to greet my lost friend,” proceeded Mr. Marsh, “and as well to study the young girl who had stolen my dear boy's heart. Milly, you re- member him—Cyril, my son?” “Yes,” palpitated Milly, in a sub- dued tone, “I can never forget him.” “You say that! I hoped it,” cried Mr. Marsh, joyfully. “You will be- come my daughter—Milly, promise me.” She burst into happy tears. She nestled close Into those fatherly It was her reply, and the old man’s face was radiant. “Cyril!” he called, and from the shrubbery there advanced the subject of all Milly's love dreams. HOW BIG GUNS ARE MADE Construction of Immense Weapons of Destruction Is a Complicate: Proceeding. Steel for gunmaking 18 made in an open-hearth furnace from which in- gots weighing up to 70 tons can read- ily be cast. Then comes the forging of the ingots. For small guns the ingot is forged solid, but for six-inch and larger the ingot is forged hollow. The steam hammers which do the work can give blows equal to 700 tons. Tests begin. Small pieces of the steel are cut off, hardened in o1l and pulled asunder in the jaws of a hy- draulic press. The strain runs up to 46 tons per square inch. If the tests are satisfactory the in- got goes on to the lathe to be “rough bored” inside and “rough turned” out- side. Then the barrels are nardened by being heated in oil at a temperature of 1,500 degrees Fahrenheit. For this purpose rapeseed oil is used. The cooling must be very slow, and this is managed by burying the barrels in sand. Then comes the final boring, which leaves the barrels smooth inside and out, and next a fresh heating and cooling. This is called “annealing,” and is most necessary to preserve the toughness of the steel. Now the heart of the gun is ready and it goes elsewhere to be built up to the required strength by adding successive layers of steel hoops. These are put on hot and when they cool shrink into place. Our big naval guns are all “wire- wound.” The barrel revolves on a lathe while steel tape a quarter-inch wide and one-eighth thick is wound on at a tension of something like | forty toms. This process gives me‘ guns enormous strength and entirely does away with any possibility of an : accident due to any flaw there might be in the body of the gun. Loyalty to one's employer is the ness wotld, says a circular sent out by the efficiency bureau of the New Yorx university. The reason givem Modern Improvements. “They certainly are improving om the old style of sending things. They to | can even telegraph photographs now.” |“Yes, ard 1 notice that presents of flowers can be wired.” Velvety Lawns anc Attractive Homes Let us help you have a more beautiful home this summer, with well kept vel- vety lawns, and attr.ctive flowers and gardens. One of our T.awn Mowers will save you time, trouble, temper and expense. ‘They are easy running—rnoiseless, simply constructed—ard cut cleanly and closely. 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