Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 28, 1915, Page 7

3 X (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “Oh, Hugh Evans is easy,” boasted big fat Basil Drake. “He’s a good fel- low, all right. He's friendly and ac- ! commodating. Too much so for his own good. Hasn't any ginger in him, though. Wish I could marry him off and see him settle down for life.” cousin, Hugh Evans. Drake had been a clerk of the senior Evans. When the latter died he turned the business over to Drake. “All 1 ask, Basil,” he said, “is that you take care of my boy. Help him along until he can take care of himself, and if you feel like giving him a start in life, then, so much the better.” Now, Drake had done fairly well for this quasi ward, in his own estima- tion. He had sent him to school and provided for him, but he found Hugh & good helper about the store and had kept him ground down in a business way. Of late Mrs. Drake had inti- mated that she wished Hugh would find quarters elsewhere, not that she disliked him, but the growing family needed all the living room in the house. Hugh was a good man. When that was said, it covered the case. He was honest, industrious, sympathetic and kindly to all humanity. The Drake system had in a measure tended to suppress ambition, but the mental and spiritual aspirations of the man were pure and strong. He was content to remain in the humble situation fate seemed to have awarded him. As for the rest, truthfulness and earnest sen- timents of humanity for all his fellow creatures gave to Hugh that greatest of all blessings, a peaceful mind. It was towards the close of a fair epring day that Hugh, passing down a squalid street in the poorer portion “Do It,” Chuckled Drake. of the town, paused to take in an un- usual scene that appealed powerfully to his warm, sympathetic nature. A small heap of wretchedly poor furniture lay on the sidewalk, evident- ly just removed from a two-room tene- ment. In its midst, wan, poorly dressed and evidently ill, was a young girl of about eighteen. Tears filled her eyes and the look of blank despair in her tired face made Hugh's heart ache. A motherly looking woman with a brood of tattered children at her heels was trying to console the poor girl. Her | Week later, when Ivy, nursed back to laughed uproariously as, a month before the wedding, he took Hugh to see “the house and lot.” feet wide, half a mile in length, lay | between the hills, a substantial but rough tool house. eet, patient creature ! might con. sider your suggestion.” “Do it,” chuckled Drake, “and Il give you a house and lot as a wedding present.” “You mean that, do you?” inte - ed Hugh, rather grimly. i T 4n—ha! ha! Sure, I do!” guffawed Drake, as though he was enjoying some immense joke. You give me a sort of cancellation of all obligations and the property I have in mind you shall have.” “That’s generous of you, Basil,” said Hugh, in his usual way of humility. He never forgot the evening, one strength and hope, listened to his sim- ple appeal. “I am a lonesome man, you are a lonesome girl. I offer you a home. 1| think we could be very happy to- gether.” “Oh! If I could think you would not | Basil Drake, in his coarse wly.i A narrow strip of land two hundred i Once there had been a house there. It had been burned down. All that was left was “There’s your house and lot, just as | T promised,” he said. Hugh winced, but he said quietly: 5 “Thank you. I think I can make it 0. He set at work to make the big | roomy shell comfortable. One day while he was hard at work a stranger came to him. 1 “I understand you own the valley | strip here clear to the next section line,” he remarked. “That's right,” replied Hugh. “Got a deed to it?" dA week ago, all clear and record- ed. “We are surveying for a district sewer system,” explained the man. “I represent the county board of im- provements. Your land has a natural slant and could be utilized without excavating. Would you sell?” “Why, 1 suppose I would,” answered Hugh. “T've considered the land, so low and narrow, rather valueless, but—" “I can offer you five thousand dol- lars,” said the man. Hugh was dazed. It seemed as if the coffers of Croesus had been sud- denly set at his disposal. “I'll-T'll take it,” he all but gasped, a wild, joyous vision of a little two thousand dollar rose-embowered cot- tage nearer town filling his vision. Then he signed a contract to ac- cept five thousand dollars for the strip of ground, the “house and lot" shrewd, calculating Basil Drake had “put over upon him.” Drake looked chagrined and mad when he learned of the transaction. One glorious evening, that of their plain, simple wedding day, Hugh Evans led his bride to the little cottage of which he was the proud owner. “Oh, Hugh!" she breathea ecstat- ically, as he led her up the path to the rose-glorified home, “this is not ours?” “Ours, my dear, yours and mine,” he said She put her loving arms about his neck. The blue heavens seemed to smile down upon them. Then, true children of the heart, they passed the humble portal of what was to them the most beautiful palace in all the wide, wide world “Blue Stockings.” The name, “blue stockings,” as ap- plied to highly intellectual women, originated in England in the eight eenth century. Boswell tells of the origin in his “Life of Johnson.” Some leading London women used to give evening parties for eminent literary men. One of the sought-after men of the time was a Benjamin Stilling- fleet, whose dress was ‘‘remarkably grave,” and who always wore blue stockings. If he were late to a party it used to be said, “We can do noth- efiorts seemed vain. As she stepped | ing without the blue-stocking.” “Thus aside Hugh spoke to her and asked : ber the occasion of the distressing scene, “Oh, sir, it's pitiful,” broke out the genuine-souled creature. “She is Ivy Moore. Her father, who was an old physician without a practice, died a month ago. She has been ill since and today they evicted her and the poor sticks of furniture you see. She is crushed, Oh, she has had so little of Joy in life that she is heartbroken! I asked her to make her home with us until she is strong and well, but she will not do it, knowing how poor we are dear soul!” “She must do just that,” declared Hugh deterinedly. “I will give you ome money. You must see to it that the has care and food and nursing.’ you, sir! the poor creature and the woman went back t the girl and talked with her earnest- Iy Huzh thrilled as the stricken crea- ture cast a glance of gratitude upon bin Then, overcome, she sank back unconscious They took her into the rooms of the ¥oman, who promised to care diligent- I for her charge. Hugh gave her tome money. He told Drake the pitiful Mory of the girl when he got back to the store, “Humph! You must have money to Wrow away,” remarked his unfeeling Mlative. “I say, you seem gone on her. Lknew her father. A respectable old € been. Why den’t you marry her ~that would solve the problem of a Door homeless girl needing a friend?” Hugh blushed to the roots of his by degrees,” says Boswell, “the title was established.” It became classic in a poem by Hannah More, “Bas Bleu," describing a Blue-Stocking club. Billy Missed Something. My sister going to call one day on a school chum, took her little son along While there, the hostess served refreshments on a highly vpul- ished table, with only a centerpiece in the center of the table. It looked like a regular meal to Billy who looked first at his mother and then at the hostess in a puzzled way. They both began to eat, and finally l!ill\" with a little sigh, seriously lift ed his glass and plate and s_preml out his napkin under them His mun_u-r wanted to know why he was doing that, and Billy, glancing furtively at tlie hostess, who appeared not to be noticing, whispered: “Sh! Shk.’ for- got the tablecloth.”—Chicago Tribune. Absolute Size of the Stars. | The latest attempt to determine the | absolute diameter of a num}wr 0'13 fixed stars 1s that of Signor Ferrara | of Termo, Italy, who publishes k!fsi results in the Rivisita di Asxrmmm):l | Among the stars having a measured ble parallax he estimates, Iro.m pho:‘ tometric measurements that Luuu_]; s is the la with a diameter fifty- one times as great as that of th. sun. Other large stars and the ru¥m~ of their diameters to that of the hur; are: Castor, 1% Arrlyrus. -10 4; ‘l uh— lux, 8.7; Capella, §; Vega, 6.8. Suc T, but he said, with dignity: 1 1 felt myselt worthy of that !un.lnln Moral Energy. ® moral energy of nations, like of individuals, is only sustaied %0 ldeal higher and stronger than re, to which they cling firmly they feel their courage growing k—Henry Bergson. We Conquered Nature. . gentlemen,” said the geolo- “the ground we walk on was Under water.” “Well,” replied Patriotie man of the party, - s, Suce the ) ' hold this country down.” Smply goes to show that you determinations are, of course, highly rrohl(muncul — Popular Russian Beverage. A pop':l‘r drink among the peas- ants of Russia is called qnn‘l': Itis made by pouring warm W r rye or barley meal. Itis & fermented liguor and 1s very sour, dut has Jeen used for years by these poverty stricken people. SRS Dally Thought. Youth comes but once in & uM-; therefore, let us so enjoy it as to o still young when we are old.—Longft ow. | movement, e ——————— e ~eme————————————— all about her mistake at the depot. | : % (Copyright, 1915, by A happy man was Clyde Brewster, at his happiest when the girl he loved, May Worthington, was by his side. She was in that delightful situation now, as they left the train which had carried‘them from their home suburb | : Well might bluff, hearty, but in- | tire of me—I, so poor, so unused to ' °the city. tensely selfish Basil Drake speak in- | love and tenderness! I could slave for dulgently and patronizingly of his|YOU and be happy in the merest hut,” | Years before | She said. They were passing with the crowd down the platform to the exit when, suddenly, a bright-faced, petite young lady, loveliness and grace in her every ran up behind Clyde, reached her arms across his shoulder, blinding him by pressing both of her pretty hands over his eyes and, her own full of mischief, called out: “Guess who May stared, the crowd grinned, some silly girls giggled to the in- tense mortification of May. Her es- cort struggled free of the imprisoning hand. He faced the girl. She flushed crimson, darted away and was lost in the crowd. There were significant smiles all about. May bridled up, stony-faced, till Clyde actually shivered. He hur- ried her to the street. “Who was that—audacious crea- ture?” iterated May, icily, resentment and suspicion in her tones. “I never saw her before. see it was all a mistake? Why, ah! ah!” cried Clyde in a relieved tone, “it's the overcoat!* “Really?” spoke May, dubiously, but her face brightened. “Why, of course,” declaimed Clyde, with extraordinary energy and earnest- ness. “How palpable! Here, yester- day evening, some man took my over- coat from the train rack, as I told you. He is probably a commuter, like my- self. From some papers in this coat, which I have had to wear, and which, as you see, is of startling pattern, 1 have secured his office address and will get my garment back. That girl undoubtedly took me for this Payne— ves, that is the name on his card— Roger Payne.” May was pacified. Then, later, she faced a discovery that was a wild, de- structive tornado in its nature. If Clyde had known of it he would have gone all to pieces. Innocent, faithful, but guileless lover, he left May to go in search of this Roger Payne. As he Don’t you “Mr. Payne, | Assume?” entered the office of the latter he no ticed his coa’ lying over the back of a chair. “Mr. Payne, 1 assume?”’ he said, and as the other nodded in assent, Clyde added: “I've got your coat and gloves and thought I'd come and get your hat, too!” The other met Clyde half way in a laughing exchange of the coats and a mutual explanation. Clyde went on his way, pleased over the episode. A “stunner” welcomed him as he reached his home that evening. It came in the shape of a formal, al- most stern communication from the mother of May. In a few well chosen words it informed Clyde that hereafter, by wish and sanction of May, his permanent absence from the Worth- ington home was desired and insisted on. There was a line added to the letter that had a sting to it, as though it was an afterthought. It ran: “The prized love letter of your hoyden acquaint- ance of the depot cannot be returned, as it was destroyed.” “Jealous still of that madcap girl at the train,” was the first thought of Clyde “But the love letter—what love let- ter?” he added, mystified and dis- mayed. Next day he wrote to May. Letter returned, unopened. He tried to tele- phone her—receiver hung yp. Then he heard, incidentally, that the Worthing- tons were preparing to go off to a sum mer resort. His hopes and his appe- tite failed him. He could not sleep. The third day he was walking deject- edly along the street when a hand clapped him heartily on the shoulder. Clyde turned to face Roger Payne, the girl who had blindfolded him at the depot hanging on his arm «Miss Lansing,” introduced Payne “Don't look confused. She has told me RS Sawed-Off Sermon. When a young widow takes a young man into her confidence. he is up against the worst kind of a confidence gamge. —Indianapolis News. RS- Tommy's Costly Victory. Mrs. Bacon—“What’s the matter { with Tommy’s face and hands? They are badly ewollen.” Mrs. Egbert— “You see, they offered a prize at his school for the boy who would bring in the greatest number of dead wasps, snd Tommy wo= " How are you? I must say you look dejected and worried.” | “Reason to be,” muttered Clyde. | “I've had nothing but bad luck since | the day we exchanged coats.” “That so?” replied Payne. “Tell me I about it,” and Clyde recited his dolor- ous story. The eyes of Miss Lansing l widened. Payne’s face wore a puzzled ;and then an enlightened look. He ¢ thrust his hand feverishly into an in- side pocket of his overcoat, that Clyde had been forced to wear for the space of about eighteen hours. His face was blank as an apparent search brought no result. “You careless man!"” chided Miss Lansing, her eyes twinkling, although she waved a warning finger at him. “Is that all you think of me?” \ “S-sh! don’t mention it before our friend Brewster, here.” | “He must know,” dissented Miss | Lansing. “Mr. Brewster, 1 see clearly the cause of all your troubles. Please | give me the address of Miss Worthing- | ton.” You are going—" began Clyde. “To clear up everything. Roger, I will report at your office. Wait there till 1 return. Mr. Brewster, too. I think 1 shall have some happy news for him.” The impetuous sprite flitted away on her mission. An hour later she was ushered into a room in the Worthing- ton home, where May sat. “You—you!" began May, arising with flashing eyves as she recognized the young lady whom she suspected of being the cause of all her unhappiness and grief. “Yes, I have come from Mr. Brews- ter,” announced Miss Lansing boldly. “There has been a dreadful mistake and I have come to you to explain it.” “None is necessary. 1 wish no fur- ther communication with Mr. Brews- ter,” said May, severely, but at the point of tears. “I shall change your mind,” declared Miss Lansing. “My dear"—May looked positively tigerish—"“Mr. Brewster is just the truest, most innocent of lov- ers and his heart is nearly broken at the results of your frightiul mistaxe.” ‘Mine!™ gasped May, frantically. “Yes, dear. It is the exchange of those two overcoats that made all the trouble. A week ago Mr. Payne, whom I am to marry in two weeks, asked me to send him a little love note te cher- ish. I did so. It was in a pocket of his overcoat, and when Mr. Brewster called on you it must have fallen out.” “Oh! Are you sure? Are you sure this is really true?" besought May, in tears now. “Never fear, dear, it will all be proved to you. You poor, foolish girl! Send for this fond lover of yours be- fore he goes wild with all his trou- bles.” “Here she comes!” announced Payne to distracted Clyde, two hours later. “Well, my dear?” he interro- gated his flancee. “She is expecting you,” Lansing to Clyde. “You mean it!"” he cried, springing to his feet with almost an exultant ery. “Certainly,” nodded Miss Lansing in her sprightly way. “She has promised to come to our wedding.” “Oh, you are a magiclan!” cried the overjoyed Clyde. He shook hands with both of them. He started up to rush away to his in- amorata, like some radiant schoolboy. He grabbed for his coat, as he thought. “Hold on there!” challenged Payne, with a great, jolly laugh. “That's my coat!” Clyde dropped the garment in ques- tion as though it was red hot. “Trouble enough already from that, €h?” roared Payne. “Yes, but it's all mended now!"” fair- 1y cheered Clyde Brewster, and bound- ed for the street—and May! said Miss Primitive Fire-Lights. Many people believe that the orig- inal method of finding fire was by the simple friction of two pleces of wood. The ‘“stick-and-groove” method, in which a blunt-pointed stick is run along a groove in a piece of wood ly- ing on the ground, is used by the Tahi- tians, who by this means can produce fire in a few seconds. The aborigines of Australia used a stick eight or nine inches long which they revolved with their hands on another flat piece, us- ing as much pressure as possible. Many improvements upon this simple method are found, as that on the principle of the carpenter's brace used by the Gauchos of the South Ameri- can pampas; the Eskimos’ method of winding a cord round the drill, so as by pulling the two ends alternately to make it revolve very rapidly; the Sioux bow-drill, in which a bow with a loose ccrd is substituted for a sim- ple cord; and the pump-drill, familiar in English tool-shops, and used by the Iroquois to generate fire. High or Low Forehead? Says Almost-Every-Woman to her beauty specialist: “Do you consider my forehead high or low?” Both pairs of eyes are on the smooth, white forehead with its frame of rippling hair mirrored in the cheval glass before them. “Well," replies the specialist, “a high forehead is a sign of intellect and—" “Oh, mine is so high, is it not?” in- terrupts Almost-Every-Woman, meas- uring with scrutinizing eyes from eye- brow to hairline. “A low one,” continues the beauty doctor, “is a sign of beauty—" “No, really,” again interrupts Al- most-Every-Woman. “really mine is now—oh, surely, truly it iis low, isn't it?" eagerly, impatiently she questions. *Qui, oul, madame, very, very low, ! is the replv Happiness. Happiness lies in the conscliousness we have of it, and by no means in the way the future keeps its promise.— George Sand Truth and Duty. Truth waits on duty. If we do not live up to what we already know, of what use to give us more truth? “Every duty we omit,” says Ruskin, “obscures some truth we might have known.” This is just, and we can- not resent it. To do the duty that lies next us is the only way to take gre they? “Wild, tame an’ collle."— ! a step toward larger vision. PBEBDOB OB OB @S ' FIRING MISS WAHDLE § | | By GEORGE MUNSON. é PMOIDC BIBIDOBO®S | | (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) | ! Miss Wandle might have been thir ' tysix, and she had been with Roth- stein for twelve years. She started in as an ordinary stenographer, and it was solely her ability and industry that got her the post of Rothsteln's[ private secretary, although averyone | could see that Rothstein thought a good deal of her. After I came the firm was turned into a corporation. | Rothstein was president, owning a | majority of the stock, and Joe Barnes | treasurer. Clifford was secretary. , Bob Syce was general manager. | Things went on all right until old Rothstein began to suffer frum heart | trouble. Then Miss Wandle was al- | ways at his home—he was a widower, | too—taking notes for him. She would | come back and tell Clifford, Syce and | Barnes what they were to do. It was Ithn( set their backs up. They hadn't had anything against Miss Wandle previously, but they didn't like the old man's orders coming through her. Miss Wandle was a business woman in the strictest sense. At first thy fellows had tried to get gay with her She never encouraged anything ol that sort. She was cold, keen, calcu- lating business from start to finish, without as much room for sentiment as you could insert a fountain pen into. At least, that was the way I sized her up. About the cabal against her; you know what wretched, truckling kind of creatures some of us underpaid clerks are. We knew that Syce, Clif- ford, Barnes & Co. were “laying for” Miss Wandle. But because we were in mortal terror of losing our jobs, none of us dared do anything to bring down their displeasure on our heads. ‘When old Rothstein was taken with one of his bad spells and ordered south for three months, the cabal thought it would be time to cut loose and show Miss Wandle that she didn’t amount' to anything in particular about the office. I would look up from the books and see -the three through the open door of Syce's office, smoking and put- ting their heads together and glanc- ing in Miss Wandle's direction. And I knew something was brewing. She came in at ninethirty and Clifford, who had the big desk in the main office, called her over to him as soon as she had removed her hat. “Miss Wandle,” he said, in an ugly sneering voice loud enough to be heard all over the office, “will you be 80 good as to look at the clock and tell me what time it 187" “It {8 half-past nine,” answered Miss Wandle quietly, though not an- other woman in the office would have stood for that line of talk. “Will you remember in future, Mise Wandle,” said Clifford, “that our of- fice hours begin at nine? That is the time I come down and that is the time Mr. Syce and Mr. Barnes come down. We'ra not important enough to take an extra half hour, and I guess you aren’t.” Miss Wandle nodded and went away as coolly as though it had been she who was calling down Jim Clifford. After that the trio set to work to force Miss Wandle's resignation by petty persecutions. I guess they thought the old man was done for. Miss Wandle always came down scrupulously at nine after that, sc they tried other ways. They found fault with her work. They didn't like her having knowledge of details of the business of which they them selves were ignorant. It was Bol: Syce, however, who hit on the star trick. He made her .ake stenographic notes for old Perkins, the head of the stock department, Everybody expected that she would resign then, but it didn’t feaze her o particle. They kept her at that just long enough to muddle up the busi ness, and then they recalled her. The next idea that came was to the credit of Joe Barnes. It was masterly. We were making out the vacation schedule, and Miss Wandle had pu! down her own name for the two week: beginning with the first of June. It was a little early for vacations, bu! still, people did go away in June Barnes happened to see the list anc he called Miss Wandle over to his desk. “Miss Wandle,” he sald in his silk- lest manner, “I see you have sched uled your vacation to begin on the first of June.” “Mr. Rothstein understood that | was going to take my vacation on the first of June, Mr. Barnes, and 1 feel that I have his sanction.” Darnes got red in the face. “Miss Wandle,” he said, “you seem to think you run this offce. It is necessary for me to convince you of your mistake. You will take your va cation when I"—with a thump of his fist—"give you permission, or you may draw your salary to date and walk out of this office.” Miss Wandle smiled. “I shall wc neither, Mr. Barnes,” she answered. For a moment Barnes was stag gered. Then he thrust his ugly face close against the woman’s—he showed his breeding pretty well then. “Per haps you own this office?” he re marked. “I certainly hope to after the fifth of June,” replied Miss Wandle calmly. “You see, I am going down to Florids to be married to Mr. Rothstein and he Is going to give me his share of tba stock as « wedding gift.” Optimistic Thought. Gocd manazemernt is better than & g00d income Botanical Divisiona. A teacher in a Woodland aveaune school asked the other day: “How many kinds of flowers are there!” Three pupils heid up their hands. She chose one to reply. “Well, Isidore, many kinds of flowers are there?” ! how *“Three, teacher.” “Indeed? And what Cleveland Plain Dealer. STATE RIGHTS. 1 solemnly believe that our po- litical system is, in its purity, not only the best that ever was formed. but the best possible that can be devised for us. It is the only one by which free states, so populous and wealthy and occupying so vast an extent of territory, can preserve their liberty Thus thinking, [ can- not hope for a better Having no hope of a hetter, | am a con- servative, and because I am a conservative 1 am a state rights man. 1 believe that In the rights of the states are to be found the only effectual means of checking the overaction of this government, to resist its tend- ency to concentrate all power here and to prevent a departure from the constitution or, in case of one, to restore the government to its original simplicity and pu- rity.—John C. Calhoun. THEOCRITUS, Demeter, rich in fruit and rich in grain, may this corn be easy to win and fruitful exceedingly See that the cut stubble faces the north wind or the west; "tis thus the grain waxes richest They that thrash corn should shun the noonday sleep. At noon the chaff parts easlest from the straw. As for the reapers, let them begin when the crested lark Is waking and cease when he sleeps, but take holiday in the heat. Lads, the frog has a jolly life. He is not cumbered about a but- ter to his drink, for he bas lig uor by him unstinted Boil the lentils better, thou miserly steward. Take heed lest thou chop thy fingers when thou art splitting cumin seed. —Songs of the Reapers To Cure Hysteria. Wrap mustard plasters on hands, wrists. soles and paims, and allow pa lent to rest SPECIAL To preparé #in exceilent massage cream take oil of sweet almonds, three ounces: lanoline, one ounce; cucumber Juice, two drams. white wax, two drams; spermaceti, two drams; tine- aure of benzoin, thirty drops, and oll of rose. ten drops, Mechanical massage will double chin reduce a Lemon Juice as a Beautifier. To bleach the skin and nails of sun burn, to refine coarse pores and soften the skin, lemen jui is invaluable Where the juice is too astringent, as is the case where the skin is very sen sitive. add a little glycerin. rosewa ter or witch hazel. See that the pro- portions are not over one-third strength. Dip the finger tips in the juice and rub over the hands, or take a bit of absorbent cotton, allowing it to dry o. for five minutes; then wash off in warm water and a soap containing a bleaching astringent, such as elderflow er, benzoin, boric acid or similar spe cifics. Direct applicat:on of the lemon juice is more effective. Do not remove all the juice. Nlice *he four sides of the lemon so that it tays flat and readily reaches all crevices in the nails. Whes the wrists or arms are also in need or renovation apply the same treatment there, otherwise a ring of tan s sure i to show. Hollows Under the Eyes. Hollows under the eyes can be filled out by correct massage. Apply a good skin food, place the first finger on the eyelid close to the nose, move halfway to the ear, coming back under the eye to the starting point. This is an effec tive treatment for crow's feet, since it frons them flat and smooths the groov # cuticle. Sluggish circulation, general malnu- trition of the body, worry, loss of sleep and a rundown constitution will bring hollows under the eyes. There fore put yourself on u rational diet, rest all you ean, exercise out of doors every day and take a refreshing bath every morning To Avoid Wasting Feathers. When emptying feathers from one pillow to another, sew the opening of one pillow to another and you will not waste feathers. SALE ON FLOUR 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. Ideal Plain Elour - 45¢ 90c 98 Ib. Ideal Plain Fleur - $3.50 98 Ib. Melf-Rising Flour - 4.00 About 100 Barrels at these prices. Get your supply at once. Other Goods at 2 Bargain [. G. TWEIDILL FHONE 59 Yy defective piece of PHONE 76 We Allow No Lumber to Encumber Our lumber yard, but good lumber, lumber is discard, in this yard. We have always considered this the best policy, in fact, consider it the foundation of our success in selling Your Lumber and Building Material ) m"l!lh \ny sent to the Lakeland Manufacturing Company LAKELAND, FLA.