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The Professions 4 “’QWW‘ Chiropractor DR. J Q. SCARBOROUGH, Lady in Attendance fn Dyches Building Between Park and Auditorium OFFICE HOURS 8 to 11:30 a. m. 1:30 to 5 p. m. 7:00 to 8:00 p. m.. Censultation and Examination Free. Residence Phone 240 Black E—————— ] @ D. & H D. MEND CONSULTING ENGINEERS Suite 212-215 Drane Building Lakeland, Fla. Phosphate Land Examimations ané Plant Designs Karthwork Speclailsts e~ Tom Lynn who used to build sand castles with me.” “I know there is a Tom Lynn in the building because I have seen his Improvident UncleThomas just a suspicion of eagerness in the voice. She jumped up suddenly. “Let us telephone to him right away and ask him in to tea,” she suggested to the black-haired one whom Tom Lynn was trying in vain to catch a glimpse of. “I really must thank him for his timely sending of a stamp, whether he is the Mr. Lynn you know or not.” i Both girls went within the studio, !and presently Tom Lynn went to an- swer his telephone. He felt suddenly grily, “to have let Uncle Thomas go very much elated and his heart leaped to the poorhouse when he has a lot of at the prospect of meeting the girl strapping nephews and nieces able to With the coppery hair. support him in his old age.” “Hello. Yes. Am I? Well, I “Why don't you take care of him, guess I am. Didn't I used to tease then,” sneered Cousin Martha. | the life out of you by calling you “I call it a shame,” said Millie an- WON BY MOONLIGHT | Moon Beams That Made Path to | Heaven. By ORA ANICE EASTMAN. The strains of the waltz reached them as they sat in the shadow of the great veranda, with the June moon re- flected on the water, with youth in their hearts and the music of life in their veins. “Want to try it?” he asked, hoping she would say she preferred the ver- 'anda, the cool, sweet air and the moon. She was afraid he would see how much she did want to linger there with him, so she jumped to her te.t.' replying laughingly: “Of course, I can never resist waltz,” and they made their way into the overcrowded ball room. The air o 'Bigh as his lips crushed hers in an ' step were dylng; In a moment the veranda would be invaded. ! “Tell me, Amy; quick!” he pleaded, trying gently to bring her face around so that he could look into her eyes. i “They will be out here in just a minute; do let me know while we are alone,” be insisted. Amy turned her head, bringing her mouth temptingly close to his. “You'll have to tell me something first before I answer,” she said lightly, but he could feel her tremble, and knew that she was deeply in earnest. “What is it? Quick!” he cried, hi: arm stealing about her. “They are coming; tell me,” his voice now a command, with a man's deep feeling || beneath it. “That you love me, stupid,” she quivered, then gave a happy little ardent, tender kiss. | “I xissed you vefore giving you my A Line of BARGAINS in Children’s HOSIERY and UNDERWEAR BIG Fecucten :ta MEN'S SHIRTS $1.50 and $2.00 for $1.00 SEBZ 0 AL AL AL “Because he won't let me,” answered , eeny, meeny, miny, mo, just because Millie, half crying. “You know how your name {8 Enid?” Then Tom obstinate he is.” {Lynn sald with a sudden swift tact: “I guess the old boy is comfortable ‘“But where are you? May I not come enough where he is,” said Cousin 'and have tea with you? I was just was stale, the people hot and cross, ' word of honor that I do love you, or and in spite of Tom's good guiding, Waiting to find out if you love me, Amy was bumped more than once; | you dear little silly,” he whispered rap- but they kept on until the last strains ' turously. “I wasn't going to lose Surveys. el Residence phone, 278 Black. Men’s Hats Going at !that chance. Ofee phone, 278 Blue. DR. SARAH E. WHEELER OSTEOPATH Muup Aonex, boor South ot Firsi National Bank Lakeland, Florida e e ———————— DR. W. R. GROOVER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Rooms 5 and 4. Kentucky Buildins Lakeland, Florida DR. W. B. MOON PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Telephone 350 Hours 9 to 11, 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida —e———— Law Office of A. X. ERICKSON Bryant Building A. X. ERICKSON J. C. WILLIAMS E. W. THOMSON Notary, Depositions attended. L 0. Rogers Edwin Spencer. Jv ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryant Bullding Lakeland, Florida EPPES TUCKER, JR. 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Havaa HARDIN BLD Kandy! Kandy! Try our Hone-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. Smith judicially. “He's always lived a selfish sort of life. He never got married, never had anybody to care for but himself. If he couldn’t manage to save up enough for his old age it stands to reason it ain’t up to us to provide for him.” Millie stamped out of the room. She was the poor member of the Coates family, earning only ten dollars a week as a bookkeeper in Uncle Smith’s store. She had tried to induce Uncle Thomas to make his home with her, but the old man had declined. “I guess I can take care of myself, Millie,” he had said. “They're mighty good to me up to the home.” Millie had always been Uncle Thom- as’ favorite, but they had grown much | closer together after he went to the | poorhouse. Only two years before all | their relatives had been flocking about Uncle Thomas, struggling for his fa- | vor. He was supposed to be worth thirty thousand dollars in his own right. i “And it beats me where the money's gone,” Cousin Martha had said. | “Money! snorted Cousin Sadie. “There never was no money. He's just been making fools of us all his life and trading on our affection and | good-nature. He's an old hypocrite | and in the best place where he can | be.” Everybody knew why Uncle Thomas | had never married. When a young | man be had been in love with Myrtle | Sears, the prettiest girl in the county. | it was said by her admirers. There, had been a bitter quarrel; Uncle Thomas had gone West for a couple of | years to lay the foundations of a for- “Now Neighbors,” Began Uncle Thomas. tune. When he returned with his money, as all supposed, Myrtle Sears had married Albert Shaw, a young real estate man. That had broken Un- cle Thomas' heart for a long time. He had been morose and solitary; he passed from discontented middle-age, however, into the serenity of the six- ties, old man, Millie had always thought. It was a score of years after Uncle He had become a very lovable | about to have my lonely bachelor cup.” He smiled to himself. “Yes. In ten minutes. Thanks, goodby.” He hung up the receiver and went again to the window. The girls were not on the balcony. “Primping,” he surmised. When he dropped the brass knock- er on Peggy Mackey's studio it was Enid who opened the door. She greet- ed him shyly, and in her emile he rec- ognized the little Eny of sand castle days. “The same happy dimples,” he told her, and. glanced beyond to the other girl whose eyes were saying some- thing that he could not fathom. When he held the slim fingers that he had watched so often, Tom Lynn felt supremely bhappy. She seemed very shy and the color came fitfully into her cheeks. “Did you know—about the stamp?” she asked him. “I cannot tell a lie” with a laugh. you.” “Tommy Lynn,” cried Enid, “I be- lieve you are still romantic—as you were in sand castle days. But I sup- pose that is what has made yqu a successful writer.” She tripped away off to make the tea, and Peggy looked up at Lynn. There was a mischiev- ous expression in her eyes, and she said, with lowered eyelids: “The vine from my window box makes a very nice frame for a face.” She glanced up swiftly and watched the color mount to Tom Lynn's tem- ples. Then she laughed outright and came confidingly nearer him. “Do you know the reason why I keep my paint box so shiny? It is because I wanted it for a mirror. I have seen you up in your window looking at me.” “Your are a fraud,” laughed Lynn, recovering from his embarrassment. “Then that is why the roses came into your cheeks one day in the elevator, isn't 1t?” “Perhaps,” Peggy sald, “but all I could get was & worm's-eye view.” “And mine was a bird's-eye view. I much prefer this,” he told her. “If my little brother did not have a craze for stamps,” put in Enid, “you two would not have met. And judg- ing from expressions, I would say that such a possibility is too dreadful to talk about,” She turned appealing eyes upon Lynn. “And I have tried a dozen times to find the right man for Peg- he quoted, “I dropped it down to “You should not forget sand castle days, when you are looking for men,” laughed Lynn. “After this I am going to write my name on the back of every stamp I buy.” (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure News- paper Syndicate.) Passed With the Melody. As the last sad notes of “Ah Che La Morte,” which she was playing at a summer gathering echoed through the house, a summer visitor at Northport, L. L, turned to bow to the company, and then collapsed. As her husband rushed to her she looked up at him and gasped: “Kiss me goodbye, dear, for I am going to die.” Hardly had the words left her lips when the end came. 1:ath was caused by heart Thomas’ return when Albert Shaw died a suicide, his inflated schemes burst like a child’s bubble. His widow had returned to live on a little property he had left, but a year before she had given up the struggle and gone to the woman’s wing of the great, gaunt poor- house upon the hiil. Millie was troubled. Uncle Thomas’ refusal to make his home with her seemed a quixotic action. She was more concerned about her relatives’ refusal to help the old man. Not only did they never go near him, but they scoffed at him openly. She spoke to Willis Carter about it. Carter was a young architect; they had been secret- 1y engaged for a long time and hoped soon to marry. “If we could make him come to us, Millie, dear, I should like nothing bet- ter,” saild Willis. “Perhaps he’ll change his mind.” Millie did a momentous thing. She went to see Uncle Thomas and took him into her confidence. She told him that they hoped to be married the fol- lowing year. Willis was getting along well in his profession. The old man listened. “Maybe I'll think it over,” he con- ceded at last. Millie went away more hopeful. And then something happened which cre- ated a three days’ scandal in the little place. Thursday afternoon was the day when all the inmates of the poor- house were at liberty to go out and visit their friends. It was Cousin Sadie who told Martha what she had seen. “There was Uncle Thomas, walking —— Hubby's Joke. “Won't your wife sing for ust™ “Sure! 1 just asked her not to."— | The Mischief Maker PS Stickers. The great difference between. & pub- Ho servant and & domestic servant is | that the public servant would not re- i sign even under fire.—Louisville Cour ferJournal. Sometimes Lonely, Though. One advantage in being goed is found in the fact that you avold crowds. had put into her rendition of the song from ‘Il Trovature,” to prove that grand opera was superior to all forms of music. “Don't you think that the popular melodies are really the best?* was the question asked the lady, who sung several times during the eve ning. She answered in the negative so positively that a discussion com- menced. To prove her contention, she dwelt on the beautiful arias of “Il Trovatore,” declaring them to be un- equalled. As an {l'ustration she volun- teered to play “Ah Che La Morte.” The plano score of this piece is dif- ficult, and requires delicate finger exe- cution. While the doomed woman played her audience listened spell- bound. The notes seemed to sob out the lover's farewell, while the pro test against their eternal separation stormed the stern decree of fate in an outburst of harmony. Then came the end, as the tragedy of the opera com- pleted its sombre finish in real life. “Unfailing Taste for Apparel.” Hermann Struck, the eminent Ger man painter and Munich academician, who has been visiting America, con- fesses that he is astonished at the good taste in which not only our ladles of leisure, but working women of all classes are clad. Herr Struck does not think that New York women have all the grace of Parisiennes, but “they possess glorious figures and an inborn sense of color. It will always be a psychological puzzle to me where this young generation got its untailing taste for apparel.” 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 tailure, brought on by the effort she ! died away, when they emerged breath- less and eager for their former seats. “Like it here?” Tom asked at last, but without taking his eyes from the harbor for fear they would encoun- ter that distracting dimple once more. “Of course I do; it's lovely,” Amy whispered, her voice seeming to be- long to the place, the hour, the moon- beams and purling water. “A penny for your thoughts,” he broke in upon her musings, and for an instant Amy was startled; then she said slowly: “I was thinking that the moon makes a path to heaven, and wishing that I might always stay good enough to walk along it. Don't you feel that way?” Tom gazed at her for a moment. “I guess men don't stop to think about such things,” he admitted. “Don’'t they? Why?” “I don’t know. I guess they leave it to their wives.” “But you have no wife,” Amy be- gan, and then she blushed furiously. “I will some day,” he said, decidedly, and Amy felt her heart contract. Once “'m Not Brilliant, Amy, and Haven't Much B e My Money.” more they were alone, and they could hear their own breathing. Suddenly Tom awoke to the fact that the oth- ers were dancing and once more he asked: “Want to try it?” but this time she let her heart decide, asking timidly: “Don’t you think it pleasanter out here? It's so warm in there, and every- one wants to dance just where we do, and all at the same time.” “You're right. I vote for here,” and Tom leaned back. He was nerv- ous and longed for the help of a smoke. As they sat there the moon reached them, pouring out all her ra- | diance on Amy's golden head, turning | its strands into a strange, exquisite | halo that was startlingly becoming. “Amy,” Tom gasped. | “Well?” she asked, softly, and Tom took the plunge. “I'm not brilliant, Amy, and I haven't much except my money. Of course, there's plenty of that, but with one like you, I know it doeen't go far. I know I'm not worthy of you, but I've kept on hoping and hoping.” Amy kept very still. The gentle wash of the water sounded in her ears like a mighty roar. “I've never shot up the town, or kill- ed anyone, and till I met you I thought 1 was fairly decent, but now I know 1 need to be better. If mother had lived, I'd be better. I'm awfully lone- ly, honest. Mother was wonderfully good, and you make me think of her, though she was dark like me. Your voice sounds like hers. I'd try awfully hard to make you happy. When we were dancing I couldn’t help noticing how well our steps match. I was just ‘wondering how it would be if we could keep on dancing together all our lives, I don't really mean dancing, you know, but just being together. You under- stand, don't you? Tell me, Amy, is there no hope for me?" As he spoke he bent very near to her, so close that their faces nearly touched. He could smell the perfume of the roses she was wearing, and she the aroma of the cigar he had smoked Just before calling for her, and its sub- tle suggestion of mascullnity appeal- ed to her with a sweet quiver of ex- quisite pain. “Tell me, darling,” he whispered, his hand closing on her arm. The last strains of the furious two- Hibernation. sleep which endures the winter | through with some warm-blooded ani- “Love you? Ob, dar- ling, foolish little girl! Love you? Oh, I do! Don't you know it?* and his tender eyes sought and held hers. “Hush,” Amy pleaded, fearing lest some of her love story be overheard by the gay, careless crowd now on the veranda. “Who cares?” Tom asked, deflantly, ‘but she caught his hand in hers, whis- pering: “I do; this is ours only; mno one else has any right to a bit of it,” and he began to understand how much she did love him. “You precious little thing,” he sald brokenly, turning so as to shield her from the curious glances of any who might look; “and our love will always be just our own, won't it? But, Amy, you'll have to teach me how to walk that moonlight path with you,” and he nodded towards the shining light which seemed to disappear into the ho- rizon. The girl gave a happy little sigh of content as she replied: “I rather think, Tom, that when two people love each other, they can keep together in any path,” and then he kissed her again, for once more they were alone in the moonlight, the oth- ers having gone in to dance. 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