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Box 605 Lakeland, Florida SEEFEPEFEDFEE P I FEIEE LSS {OFFICE ROOMS FOR RENT In Telegram Building Coolest and Best Lighted i the City Z*Running,Water in Each Room Call at TELEGRAM OFFICE SICK? 8 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Haxna 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. | found in the fact that crowds. Grows Cold (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “O dear, I wish I had a home!” sighed pretty little Mrs. Garrett, stand- ing disconsolately in the center of her little room in the Grand National hotel at Louisport. There were four trunks in the little room, and Doris, the little girl, was seated forlornly upon the top of the pile, staring as disconsolately as her mother at the crowded cubic feet which were to be their home for the next few days. A knock at the door; an elderly lady and a younger one, verging upon mid- dle age, entered. “Well, Molly, home again!” re- marked the young one with unpleasant emphasis in her tones. “Yes,” sighed Molly Garrett. “And John off again, as usual, I sup- pose?” “Kansas City!” said Molly, almost weeping. “Well, you'd better come to us until he returns,” said the elder woman, who was her stepmother. “I don't know why my house should be upset in this way with your comings and go- ings, but since you would marry a traveling man I'll have to bear with 1.’ Little Mrs. Garrett began to cry. She was completely under the thumb of her stepmother and stepsister, Amelia. She had never had much in- dependence of will; perhaps that was why she had married a drummer dur- ing her stepmother’s absence. She knew that her family did not look with favor upon John Garrett. For the past seven years they had lived mainly in hotels. John, who was fond of his wife, had taken her every- where with him. The little giri was born in a hotel in Missouri. She had been baptized in Omaha, and her edu- cation, which had been begun in Mil- waukee, was to be continued in Louis- port, Mrs. Garrett's home city. That was why John had brought his wife and daughter there three hours before, bidden them a hasty farewell, and started for Kansas City with a heavy heart. He was so inconsequential; he thought that so long as he paid the bills it didn’t matter where his wife lived. ot the metropolitan head office. He had an automobile and often took Molly out driving. Her stepmother, ‘who hated John with a cold, Impl-c.-' ble hatred, seemed to approve of this friendly interest on Sayles' part, as , did her stepsister. | “Mamma,” said the little girl one afternoon, “is Mr. Sayles going to be my new papa?” Molly, startled at the childish query, | turned upon the little girl sharply. “What nonsense!” she exclaimed. | “Why do you ask me such a thing?"* “Because,” answered the child, “I heard stepmother talking with the ladies at the tea yesterday about your ' divorce.” “My what?” cried Molly. “Isn’t that the right word, mamma? They said you were going to get a di- vorce and that Mr. Sayles was going to be my new papa. And I won't have him,” she continued, stamping her lit- tle foot. “I want my old papa.” Molly looked at her aghast. But be- fore she had time to collect her wits Mr. Sayles drove up in his automobile and the two went out along the streets and into the country. Sayles turned and saw that Molly was crying into her handkerchief. “Why, Mrs. Garrett!” he exclaimed. “What is the matter?” That was too much for Molly. She felt that she had always been neglect- ed and misunderstood. She told him the child’s remarks. Sayles listened, and, when she had ended, he put his arm about her and drew her head down upon his shoulder. “] guess the child had about the hang of it, didn’t she, Molly?" he asked. “You mean—" “Why, dear, everybody knows that John Garrett isn't worthy to blacken your shoes. You've had a miserable life since you married him, and—and I've always loved you, Molly. Now let me tell you something. 1 have a chance to open a branch of the firm out West. It isn't as good as some- thing else I have my eye on, but 1 can wait six months while you're getting the legal preliminaries settled. Come out with me, and you can get the di- vorce afterward.” He took her in his arms, and Molly frankly abandoned herself to this new love that had come into her heart. She was to tell her family that John had sent for her to Kansas City. They would never know. Then she was to slip off to New York and meet Sayles there. There was only a week of wait- ing before he could wind up his af- fairs But on the fifth day Doris de- veloped a feverish cold, on the sixth she was down with pneumonia, and on the seventh she was apparently dying. “] want my papa!” moaned the little girl as she fought for breath Molly telegraphed for John. Sayles | Established in her stepmother’s home as a paying guest, little Mrs. (! was a constant visitor at the house. When Doris' illness developed into pneumonia he seemed like a man dis- tracted. He could not bear the thought of postponement. He came into the sickroom and stood looking at Doris, who was delirious. “Molly, is this—going to keep us apart?” he asked. “Oh, 1 can’t leave her mow,” Molly answered. “But why not?” the man persisted. “You can do no good and you are only wearing yourself out. Your stepmoth- er will take care of the child, and atter she is well she can come on to us.” Molly looked dully at him. Her heart was torn between love of the child, newly awakened in her, and Sayles. She did not think at all of the man who just then came into the sickroom —John. He sat down at the bedside and took Doris' hand in his. The child knew him, she smiled at him. Presently she was fast asleep. For hours John Gar- rett sat at her side, holding the hot little hand in his, and never stirred. “My What?” Cried Molly. Garrett listened to a daily tirade against her husband. “It isn't any life to ask a woman to share,” declared her stepmother. “Molly, I warned you not to marry that man. Who knows what he's do- ing when he’s away from you? Those salesmen are a bad lot.” Little Molly Garrett began to cry again. She loved John dearly, but she was easily upset and rendered mis- erable, and the suggestion worked up- on her mind. Two weeks later John Garrett popped into his stepmother’s house, breezy, jolly, stout, rubicund and mid- dle aged. The women received him coldly. They did not like that type of man. They moved in the best circles of the limited society of Louisport and looked down on John. 5 Molly, back for the first time in two or three years, began to remew ac- quaintance with the fashionable folks of her home town. After John's de- parture she felt an unaccustomed sense of relief. She perceived what the years of travel had made her for- get. John was not exactly a gentle- man. His boisterous, good-natured manners, his effuse friendliness were singularly at variance with the calm repose of Louisport’s four hundred. All her old friends had married and were doing well. She looked at their comfortable little homes, and a sense of bitterness began to stir in her heart And Sayles, her old sweetheart, was still unmarried. He was manager of | the local bank now, and was reputed to have been slated for the command —— Hubby's Joke. “Won't your wife sing for ust” “Sure! I just asked her not to."— The Mischief Maker -~ Stickers. The great difference between & pud- Ho servant and a domestic servant is that the public servant would not re- sign even under fire —Loulsville Cour SerJournal | -~ Sometimes Lonely, Though. One advantage in being goed is you avold His presence seemed to infuse a new atmosphere into the room. Sayles had gone long ago. Molly sat upon the other side of the bed. The presence of John always awak- ened in her heart sentiments that she was incapable of analyzing. Dimly she felt that John was a good man, in spite of his vuizarity, in spite of his noisine: She was thinking now as she had never thought before, She saw herself again, with the tyrannous stepmother who had taken the place of her own mother, now only | a dim figure in the mists of her child- hood. She saw how the two women had always tyrannized over her, how she had been a pliant tool in their supple hands. She remembered her courtship, how John had taken her away, their honeymoon together, the long years before her stepmother had forgiven her. Would John have acted as Sayles had done? Molly felt in- stinctively that she could not picture John in such a role, and her heart went out to him in a sudden o"!pour ing of love. Presently John looked up. “Molly,” he said. “John?” “Pretty tired of this sort of life, aren’t you? Say, 1 wanted to tell you some time ago, but | was waiting un- til things seemed more sure. Do you remember that little place down by Easton you always wished you could live in? Well, I've bought it. I'm off the road for good now—got a position in Easton at seventy-five that looks like a sticker. We'll have a home to- gether after all, and it's all ready and furnished with that style of furniture you liked, as*soon as Doris gets well.” “John!” cried his wife “But—but— the doctor said she—" “She wasn’t going to get well? Why, of course she'll get well. She’s better already. Say, do you suppose I came all the way from Kansas City to let her die?” The Way to Clean Lamp Glasses. Here is an excellent way to clean lamp glasses: Hold them over a jug of bolling 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 ! speak to you. CYNTHIN'S NEW FLANE How the 0ld.One Was Taught a Lesson. ] By JOANNA SINGLE. i Pleading haste to be at home, Cyn- ' thia left the chattering women of the Ladies’ Aid of Cloverton and struck out by herself on the shorter way across the flelds. The babel of tongues wearied her, and the endless l talk of husbands and babies and | cooking. Of the fifteen women she | was the only unmarried one, and felt like an outsider. As she had entered the meeting a | little late she had heard Mrs. Gal- loway’s shrill voice saying: “Well, why don't she marry Rob- ert Jackson? He's the salt of the earth, and his little girls adore her. She won't get a better chance at her age.” Cynthia was thirty-two. “If a woman don’t want a home of her own with & man and young ones in it, I say something ails her! Per- haps she'’s fretting over some old flame!” Then the others saw Cyn- thia and tried to silence Mrs. Gal- loway, whose mind was like a rag- bag from which she pulled any sort of a thought at random and usually at the embarrassing moment. But she was not easily silenced. “Sam Gallowa; he shrilled on, “was my only chance, an’ I didn't throw it away because my eye was sot on some feller I couldn't get! I never was a beauty, but Sam don't know it——" She finally saw Cynthia standing, tall and quiet, in the door- way and céased her chatter. Cynthia got away the moment ghe could at the meeting’s close. And how did they know about Robert Jackson wanting her? Surely he had | not told, surely she had not. They ' only met casually, and she always refused to let him come to see her in the pretty cottage where she lived quite alone since her mother’s death. And—could any one know that she was still waliting for Mark Carter, who had not even written her for ten years? Now, walking across the Septem- ber fields, still green, she came to a small bit of woodland, and turning into it came face to face with Robert Jack- | gon, striding along, tall and straight and fine for all the gray at his tem- ples. “Well,” he sald, “this is luck for me! Everything was lovely today “lg It Asking a Great Deal of You.” and needed only a sight of-you. Com- ing from Ladies’ Aid?” He turned to walk with her, his quick sense aware that something troubled her, his intention being to find what it was and to help her. Her straightforward eyes met his and she half smiled. In running away from chatter she had run into the very love-making she wished to avoid. “Cynthia,” sald the man, “I have to take the few chances I have to I have to tell you that I can’t take a refusal from you— not yet! You know how I want you. You know that it is a real love. I think you know it isn't simply that I want to marry again—you know— my marriage wasn't happy. My lit- tle folks—I couldn’t give them up even for you, but they could go to their grandmother for a year if you felt they would be too much for you at first. It is asking a great deal of you to look after two children not your own—but if you loved me— Tell me, could you love me—it it wasn't for them?” They were just coming into the flelds again, and he stopped short, his hat in his d, waiting for an an- swer. For the first time a resisting something within her gave way be- fore him. He somehow warmed her heart—she was a normal woman. It was something just to be loved like this and perhaps she could learn to love him in return—as for the chil- dren, they were her temptation. She wanted them. “It's—not the children,” she sald, flushing deeply. “I—you know how I love them.” He snatched at her hand eagerly. “Then it 18 I whom you must learn to love,” he went on with his plea, and she listened, not seeing where she was until they had almost reached the road upon which stood her home. Then she raised her eyes and in spite of herself stood blushing Hke a girl of sixteen. A half dozen of the wome Hibernation. ANl dleep is phenmomenal, but the slesp which endures the winter through with some warm-blooded ant mals which find themselves suddenly surrounded by frigld 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 astonishing. Origin of Auction Sales. Auction sales originated in an- clent Rome, and were introduced to engble soldiers to dispose of spoils of War. | Bure of me, Cynthia. laughing before her, and Mrs. Gallo- way, never slow of speech, rallied her. “Well! I see now why you were in such a hurry to get home! How many beaux you got, any way? Don't blame you for sneakin’ off to meet a good lookin’ man like Robert Jackson, but, say, who's the good-lookin’ other fellow down the road apiece, who asked us the way to your house? There he goes now, up to your porch. We told him you was comin’. Who is he?” Cynthia laughed, but a queer pre- sentiment gripped her. “Perhaps he wants to sell some- thing, or insure the house, or me— or any one of a thousand things. I'm going to see,” she said pleasantly. She started past them when Mrs. Galloway broke out in & new place. “Guess one or two of us ought to go with ye—a stranger like that—" Anger and perplexity shone in Cynthia’s face as she turned to look at the woman, but Robert Jackson came to her rescue. He took his stand beside her. “I think & man would be better. I'll go with her, and you need not go to the trouble, Mrs. Galloway.” His firm, courteous tone was a dismissal that would have no denial. Calling a good-by to the women, Cynthia and her escort came to the gate. The little house was set far back in a green yard, and up near the house the stranger, seeing her approach, stood and waited. Some- thing in his bearing disturbed, al- most smothered her. “I'm afraid—I think—it's some one 1 used to know,” she faltered. There was something in her face that sent both fear and hope to the heart of the man beside her. He stood in her way a moment. “Cynthia,” he sald, “now is my time to speak! If this is a man whom you once thought you cared about—if he has left you alone all these years A Line of BARGAINS in Children’s HOSIERY and UNDERWEAR FudTyie el \ BIG Reducten in MEN'S SHIRTS§ $1.50 and $2.00 for $1.00 Men’s Hats Going at Half Price —_— ol I I TN ( \\x\“’/l without the sternest of good reasons | | —don’t allow yourself to think you still love him, unless you really do now for what he is now. An old flame s not always as good to warm your heart at as a new one. You're Now—shall I go away, or—" Her thought clung to him, but there was that about Mark that had always fascinated and held her. . Now it left her weak and trembling. “You might come with me, Rob- ert” For the first time she had unconsciously used his name. Together they went to meet Mark Carter. He came toward her with a smile, medium of height, of good bearing, the old half-insolent, confl- dent look on his handsome fair face, a look that had better become Mark the boy than Mark the man. He held out his hand. “Cynthia,” he sald, uncovering his head with its fair, heavy hair, “I have come back. You knew I would come back, didn’t you?” “How—could. — I know? You — didn’t write,” she faltered the words out in her excitement, unaware that she was not introducing the two men. “J—it took me a long time to make good. I wouldn't come to a woman empty-handed—and I haven't.” There was a little swagger in his voice and manner. “And—women are faithful. 1 knew that you—" “You knew,” she sald quietly, “that you went away and left me— caring for you, but not even really engaged—you never asked me to marry you—and still you expected me to wait—without even a word, to spend my life waiting until you—-" He came closer, the old light in his tace, triumph in his voice. “But you have waited!” Cynthia’s glance met the gaze of Robert Jackson and found in him a refuge. “I have not.” she said, for Robert had come close and had taken her hand as a lasting possession into his. Mark Carter looked at them silently a moment. “I am going to marry Robert Jackson.” “Well,” answered Mark Carter, “I guess I deserved it all right. 1 guess he's worth it—and I have learned to know men, Cynthia. Good-by.” He turned and walked away. (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure News- paper Syndicate.) — Night Jobs for the Jeweler. Under the jewelers’ letter box and door bell was a second bell labeled “Jeweler's night bell.” “Kindly ex- plain,” said the visitor. “Is the crav- ing for diamonds and wedding rings 8o insatiable that you have to get up at night to meet the demand?” “It is not the prospect of making a sale that gets me out of bed after midnight,” said the jeweler, “but the misfortunes of my fellow-man. About the only people who ring me up after working hours are those who have a plece of jewelry on that they can't get off and don't dare to wear until morning for fear of blood polsoning. These accldents happen pretty often. Every doctor and police officer in this part of town kmows that I can be routed out in an emergency case, so all rings that must be filed off swollen fingers, all earrings that must be re- moved from inflamed ears, all neck- laces and hracelets that must be taken from bruised necks and wrists without delay ure brought to me.” Childish Ingenuity. 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