Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 1, 1915, Page 2

What Legislators Are Doing During Closing Days Of Session (Continued from Jage 1.) come a law upon sizmaiure of the governor, but the people of Orange county are not believed to be so slow that they will insist on en- forcement in every c of the stringent measures of the bill Just what will happen to the standard size field box bill which was desired by members of the Flor- ida Citrus Exchange, is unknown at present. Representatives from South Florida passed the bill in the hons: without any delay, but it seems buried on the senate calendar, and with only a few more d s to digest that large meal of bills good d bad, its likely to require the aid of a surgeon to extricate it from its per- ilous resting place. The closing davs of the legisla- ture are destined to ¢o down in his- tory as having given rise to more announcements for office by mem- bers of the body, than for many years, Marianna and Jackson coun- ties have been holding the boards in the political game for some time, but the past few days there has been but little mention of the num- ber of candidates reported from that section. When Emmet Wilson was in the city on the last occasion he denied emphatically that the con- erence reported to hive been held in Tallahassee had anything to do with the announcement of either himself or his brother for office and later developments that neither are in the race for congress or governor prove these claims. Senator Farris is to make his announcement for governor when he delivers his speech on the franchise tax law, and al- though Senator Hudson is known to be a sure candidate for governor, his remarks on the same question may bring forth a formal announce- ment. If all the members of the present lezislature that have ex- pressed the avowed intention of running for higher offices actually get into these races, there will be quite a different complexion to the next general assembly. Nothing has been heard from those recommendations of the Hills- borough grand jury that members of the board of county commission- ers be removed by the governor. It is not likely that unless an indicts ment is fouhd against these gentle- men and a conviction secured that the governor will take any such ac- tion, due to the fact that several other commisioner have been recom- mended for removal and of sufficient evidence produced to back up such a removal. Monday eveninz member of the legilature and repreentatives of the press bureau enjoyed the hospitality of Speaker of the House, Carey A. Hardee, at the Leon Hotel. A flow of oratory was the result of the toasts called or and the feast of food was pleasing to the larze num- ber of guests present. Mr. Hardee has been an ‘able presiding officer and although he was mentioned for governor has practically given up the idea of considering such a prop- osition at this time, preferring to serve in the legislature for another term. MANY DESIRE MUCH HOLIDAYS There was an ancient geezer and his name was ‘‘William Rood,” He used to like the holidays—for then he could get stewed, So he made a mighty effort to get holidays galore— And he created dozens where but one was found before. And decided that, when he was through communing with Dame Nature, He'd have ’em all made legal by an | act of legislature, First he h»id a “Gopher Day which all helped to slaughter; Then he had a “Grit Day” when all took grits in nd water; He fizgered on}“l-':l,\'-l'p Day” to get the casl¥to going; And then he had “Alfalfa Day” to put the men to mowing; An “Orange Day,” a “Grapefruit Pay,” wer® not by him forgot- ten; And then he yamed a “Guava Day” -—althougfh some style ‘em rot- ten; A kept~& lookin’, lookin’, and he seemed to make his search pay, made a day for “Father”—and then sprung a “Go-toTo-Church Day,” “Dollar Day,” a ‘“Ceame-Home Day,” a “Buy it here at home day” A “Baby Day,” a “Sisters’ Day,” a “Use a Fine Tooth Comb D; “Canal Day,” a ‘Farmers’ Day an “Oyster Day,” and others— “Grand-Ma’'s Day,” “Potato Day,” a “Day for Little Brothers;" A “Postcard Day,” a “Paper Day”— wherein all sent out papers; Then there came an ‘“Inlet Day,” with busy men and scrapers He added then a “Hedge Day then an ““Australian Pine Day” beautifying every wh all declared a fine way; A “Davis Day,” a “Bottle Day" he had in repertoire— then he sprang a “Sailfish Day” they'd never had before; A “Clean-Us Day,” a “Pay-Up Dz he placed in his curriculum— He A A For | Verdict of $30,000 Given Dade County Grower Against F. E. C, Railway Miami, June 1—Tom Peters wins his case azainst the Florida East Coast Railway Company. After deliberating on the merits of the action less than two hours the jury in the case of Thomas J_ Peters vs. the F. E. C_ Railway Co., at 11 o'clock this morning re- turned a verdict in favor of the | plaintiff and assessed damages in the sum of $30,000, together with interest at the rate of 8 per cent. dating from September 22, 1911. The verdict, signed by R. L_ Pack- ard, foreman, reads as follows: “We the jury find for the plain- tiff and assess his damages at $30,- 000 together with interest at 8 per cent. per annum from September 22, 199. So say we all.” The interest amounts to $9,960, making a toal of $3 Caused by Railroad's Negligence Mr. Peters based his suit on the allezed negligence of "the Florida t Coast Railway Company in fail- | ing to deliver certain shipments of | crate material in 1911. Through the railroad company's negligence Mr. Peters claimed he lost approxi- mately 70,000 boxes of tomatoes, re- sulting in a loss of $1003000, the amount for which suit was brought. The case was set for trial a num- | ber of times, but was postponed from ' time to time until it came on for trial at this term of court, beginning | last Wednesday morning. It at-| tracted more attention, probably, | than any other civil action ever tried in this county, because of the large amount of money involved. This casze was conducted by United States! Senator Nathan P. Bryan, J. Em-| mett. Wolfe, H_ F_ Atkinson and R. ‘ F. Burdine. The railroad company Wwas represented by Shutts, Smith & Bowen, its local attorneys, assisted by Judge Armstead Brown of Jack- sonville, Amonz the counsel were two former circuit court judges and a United States Senator. 'Shnrlly after the court convened at 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon ar- guments for the plaintiff were be- gun by Mr_ Wolfe. He was follow- ed by Judge Brown for the defend- ant, who in turn was followed by Crate D. Bowen of Shutts, Smith & Bowen, Senator Nathan Bryan | imade the closing arguments for the plaintiff, Railroad Will Appeal i Four days are allowed the rail-" road company to appeal, and accord- ing to F. B. Shutts, of the firm of , Shutts, Smith & Bowen, local rail- road attorneys, the action will be | taken to the highest courts_ “We will most certdinly take an i | | appeal, and with very sanguine | hopes of a reversion,” said Mr. | Shutts. The case came up for trial Wed- nesday and many letters, telegrams and bills of lading were offered in| evidence. Witnesses were summon- ed from all parts of Dade county and the east coast. The jury was com- posedi of R. L. Packard, foreman; B. T. Luttrell, William Hall, D_ B. Dice, J_ A. Andrews, and R. A.| Hunter. Judge Branning read his charge to the jury at 9 o'clock this morning and the verdict was return- ed less than two hours later. Mr. Peters is one of Dade coun- | ty's most successtul tomato grow- | ers and is known throughout the state as the ‘“Tomato king.” His tomato fields are situated at Peters station, 20 miles south of Miami, —— | | Proposed increased freizht rates on news print and other paper east of the Mississippi and north of the Ohio river were suspended today by the Interstate Commerce Commis- sion until September 21, pending in- | vestigation of their reasonableness. e i And then an “Eat It Now Day”—be- | cause he felt 'twould tickle 'em; “Boosters’ Day" he noticed; a “Tomato Day” was mentioned; | Then “Stop The Sunday Train Day” | 1 for the morally-intentioned; 'A “Knockers' Day” he added for the date of April fi ! And then he made a aze D where weiner was the wurs Then a “‘Chattahoochee Day™ everyone played cra: And added then a “Flower Day"— which provd to be a daisy; An “Arbor Day" and “Labor Day" ' he placed upon his roster; And then an “Information Day” Wwherein folks missed a Foster, A “Bathing Day" suggested, meunt a clean-up in the ocean; And then a “Palm Beach Suit Dag" which put all in the notion; A “Meat Day,” a “Fish Da) then a “Razorback Da An “Auto Day,” a “Boating Day,” and then “Ride-In-A-Hack N Day;" "Twas thus this ancient geezer, which ! his name was Old Bill Rood, i Declared about an hundred “Days"” ' when he was in the mood ! While plenty of his fellows wished ' to loaf each blessed one of 'em Every man who earned his grub swore would have none of "em. Thus when these were enacted, and Old Bill was full of thanks, A where and He found that none would “keep’ them but th' postoffice and banks. With abuse from every quarter poor Old Bill Rood was erammed— Till ke gave up hope completely and said—"“Well, I'll be blest:" —Thorn, in Palm Beach Post. - for each other. has orains enough to frost the other one 1 oil in the house, fat) mother should have j will do her good. But one bottle of beer in “her drinks it himself Zuquirer. THE NICK OF TIME By MILDRED CAROLINE GOOD- RIDGE. = T s o (Copyright. 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) “Two hours longer—oh, how can I endure this fearful ordeal!” The cup of sorrow was filled to over- flowing for the speaker—a young woman fair as a wild spring flower, but as one crushed and dying in a fierce, wintry blast. She was Alice Lloyd. By her side in a cradle slept her child, a cherub- faced infant scarcely six months old. Opposite to her sat a man “whose sinewy frame and bronzed face sug- gested a person of coarser mold, but his eyes redeemed the presentment. Eloquent anguish flickering in their depths, showed a sterling soul of sym- pathy and rare human interest be- hind the mask of grimness. His lips set as though in the case of this woman he faced an ordeal that could not be evaded. He glanced at the clock. A spasm of frightful mental torment appeared to almost crush him. His face grew deadly white. “I would give my life ten times over to save your husband,” spoke Richard Doyle, huskily. “Dear friend,” aswered the woman, brokenly, “do I not know it? How you have stood by us in all this ter- rible trouble!” “Your husband, John Lloyd, and my- gelf are like brothers. He saved my lite once. Oh, that I could aid him! Oh, that I could lessen your burden!” One—two — three—four—five—six— seven — eight — nine — ten!—the jan- gling, worn-out clock raspingly tolled out the hour. The woman shivered and her fair head fell over into her outspread arms as she burst into a torrent of tears. Richard Doyle, her husband’s sturdy friend and her own, her boarder whose weekly payments alone saved Mrs. Lloyd and her little child from A Grim Expression Came Into His \ Face. starvation, clenched his great heavy hands in mute anguish, while the cold drops of perspiration stood out upon his brow as if forced there through the internal agony he could not sub- due. Two hours!—he shuddered. At the hour of midnight, less than two miles distant at the state penitentiary, John Lloyd, husband and friend, was due to be electrocuted for the crime of murder. In another part of the state, a su- | perintendent of a factory of which ! the young man was bookkeeper, had been shot dead from ambush one dark night. The victim and Lloyd had quarreled. There had been bad blood ! between them. The weapon found near the scene of the crime had be- longed to Lloyd. The latter stated that it had been stolen from his house the evening previous. His lawyer cited many enemies of the dead man. In vain! The suspected man was tried, found guilty and sentenced to the extreme penalty. o “Aye!” The deed was done because | he unjustly discharged me from his employ. It has baunted me, an as- sassin, in all my rovings. I read in the papers of the unjust accusation of John Lloyd. 1 dragged myself hith- er. A dying man, I wish to confess the truth.” “Fly!"”-cried Doyle to the woman, in a wild ferment of excitement. “The judge! He is in the town. Tell him what this man says.” “Can they stop the execution?” quavered Mrs. Lloyd. “They must! Do not delay, I beg of you.” An hour went by, and Mrs. Lloyd was speeding on her urgent mission, while Doyle sat by the bedside of the helpless invalid, gaining from him full details of the crime. keeping alive the flickering spark of life with stimu- lants. Another half hour—the woman had not returned. Doyle glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes more John Lloyd would be led to the electric chair! “Fifteen .minutes to midnight!” he uttered hoarsely at length, as he paced to and fro anxiously, awaiting the return of his messenger. Ah, a thought! At any risk the execution must be delayed! A grim expression came into the face of the sturdy artisan. He glanced again at the clock. Then he hurried to his room. When he came thence again he had on his tool belt and his insulated gloves. He dashed from the house at the top of his speed. He reached the stretch of poles and lines connecting the prison with the the electric light plant, three miles distant. Up a pole he climbed, was astride the top stringer. Out came his wire- clipper. The big cable snapped in two, one end coiling like a writhing snake till it reached the ground. Glancing in the direction of the prison he saw that every light in the grim pile of masonry on the hill had gone out. Richard Doyle had cut the cable that supplied the electricity from the power house. The electric chair held no menace until the severed cable was repaired! He ran back to the cottage. Mrs. Lloyd and the judge had just arrived. The latter was humane and impressed. After five minutes talk with the in- valid, he was as excited and interested as the others. Doyle told him what he had done with the eleétric wires. “I shall get to the telegraph,” said the judge, “and wire the governor for a stay of sentence.” “Oh, will he grant it Lloyd. “On my statement of new evidence,” sald the judge, “I am certain of it. Hold the fort, Doyle, till I return.” Richard Doyle took up his post at the point where he had cut the wires. A repairer from the plant arrived half an hour later to trace the break. “I'll brain you if you try to restore that current until the judge reports!” menaced Doyle, grimly, after he had explained the situation. “You are relieved,” spoke the judge in person. appearing an hour later. “I got the governor. Word has been sent to the penitentiary. 1 shall take the deposition of the real murderer and John Lloyd will soon be a free man!” The real murderer died two days later. Misguided unfortunate that he was, Mrs. Lloyd atter.ded his funeral, and by her side, a rree man, was her husband saved from a hideous death just in the nick of time. ?" cried Mrs. Bacon on Sea Power. It was Francis Bacon, after the ships of England had destroyed “the invincible armada,” who in a chapter entitled “Of the True Greatness of Kingdomes, and Estates,” proclaimed his idea that sea power is world power. He said, and Britain today takes comfort, courage and hope in his words: “We see the great Effects of Bat- tailes by Sea. The Battaile of Actium decided the Empire of the World. The Battaile of Lepanto arrested the Great- ness of the Turke. There be many Examples, where Sea-Fights have beene Finall to the Warre; But this is, when Princes or States, have set up their Rest, upon the Battailes. But thus much is certaine; That hee who Commands the Sea, is at great Liberty, and may take as much, and as little of the Warre, as he will. Whereas those, that be strongest by land, are many times neverthelesse in great Straights.” His wife, his little child and his best friend, Doyle, removed to the little town to be near their loved one during his last days. Doyle secured ' work in the great electric plant. Once ! a week they allowed Alice to see her doomed husband. That afternoon she had taken her last farewell of him. | Now she was counting the slow, agon- izing minutes—so fatally slow!—ere the act of electrocution was due. Suddenly there was a low moan of pain from a little room off the kitchen, Both Doyle and the woman started up, the latter with a lamp, and hur- ried to the source of the outery. Upon a bed lay a man, thin, leaden- eyed, gasping for breath. It spoke well for the rare humanity of the twain that the evening before, when they found this poor wreck in a dead faint at the doorstep, they had taken | him in and cared for him. | “Where am 17" he now asked. “I was seeking the friends, the home of John Lloyd.” | “My husband!” murmured Mrs. Lloyd, in wonderment. ) “You say that!" cried the man. | “Then, indeed, heaven has guided me ' to my goal! -1 am the murderer of the man for whose death John Lloyd is to | suffer the extreme penalty.” “Incredible!" cried the astounded Doyle. Perfectly Paired. “They seem to be so well suited ' “Yes, neither of them ' Suppose the Lady Became Faint? Victor Murdock says the general use of liquor in England is shown by an experience which William Allen White had in London. The Kansas man had observed with a good deal of curiosity that women were not strangers in tap rooms. In the hotel at which he was stopping was a young woman stenographer, and White ap- proached her on the subject of drink. “I suppose you are not a teetotaler?” he asked. “Oh, no sir,” she answered. “You wouldn't go into a saloon, would you?" asked White. The girl hesitat- ed. “1 mean,” explained White, “that women in your position in society wouldn't go into bar rcoms.” “Well, Mr. White,” said the girl, “where would a lady go if she felt faint?"— Kansas City Star. Explained. He—I wonder how they came to call a wife’'s personal allowance pin money. She—I guess it's because her hus- band generally sticks her on it. Specification. “What a haughty carriage that cav- alry, officer dismounted in the parade, had!™ “Yes; a horseless carriage, so to speak.” ——————— Best to Earn One’s Own. Persons industriously occupying veailse what a themselves thrive better on a little of their own honest getting than lazy Deirs on the large revenues left unto | them.—T, Fuller. % | Contents Make a Difference. It there is only one bottle of castor ' her is willing | the house, fa- becau: Ot agree with mother |e N t all because it | irst time and e if there is only | deal of interest. — Would Give His Courage. saw a barbed wire fence for the yed it with a great “Begorra, in the old Pat | country 1 set wid Mollie on a fence se it might ;l whole hour before 1 dared pop the —Cincinnat) | Question, but if I'd be sittin’ wid her on feiice like this I'd pop in & minute.” MAGHINES AND THE MAN By FRANK FILSON. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) Lieutenant Rycroft's first experi- ence of battle was so stupendous that | for a few minutes he forgot to be afraid He lay upon his face behind the little shelter which he had dug with his sword. waiting for the com- mand to charge. On either side of him he could sce his men lying down, also waiting, and adjusting thc mech- anism of their rifics He was Iying amid a pandemoni- um of ncises. The heavy shells from the guns rcured cver him incessantly. Mingled with thece sounds came that of the smaller artillery, a defying screech that set his teeth on edge. And with these, but blending, as it were, was the hoot of rifle bullets, now overaecd, now low beside him, cic varied with a spurt of dust as a bullet struck the ground. Rycro being an imaginative boy, had anticipated the stunning horrors of battle. He knew that it would re- quire all a man’s resclution to face them Still, he came of a military family, and he had believed that when his time came, he would not be proved ting. But this actual experience was more terrilying than anything he had ever conceived. As he lay there, helpless conscious that men were looking to him for leadership, he felt his blood turning to water. He was shaking, he felt the sweat stream down his face. He had imagined a battle of men, but this was a battle of machines. It was machines that were vomiting out that hail of bullets, that fury of shells Machines, which had caught him in their infernal snare and were bent on his destruciion. And the en- emy wus not anywhere in sight. Sudderly a shrill whistle blew. It was the signal for the attack Ry- croft lcaped to his feet, with the au- tomatism born of his camp training. The men had sprung up on either gide of him. The hoot of the bullets was terrible. It seemed a miracle that he had escapcd thus far. He s.w men be to drop on either side The scry t, next to him, flung up Lis rifte round, and collap:ed upon his face. Stories began to recur | oces to the lieutenant's mind. He had heard | ! that men always spun round that way when shot through the brain. He saw the blood upon the sergeant's head His knees would hardly bear him. He heard his voice shouting com- mands to his men, and did not recog- nize it for his own, or know how it 1scued from his lips He did not know what he was saying, and list- ened fer the werds “Forward, boys!™ he was shouting. He halted end crouched low. The line had swept into a.a cxposed angle among the trees, and all the fire of the enemy was concentrated here. It was hard to go forward, was becom- ing 1mpossible. The men were lying lown again, kneeling, firing. The fig- ires of the officers and non-coms were seen, urging them to rise. But every man who stood upon his feet withered under that infernal bullet stream Rycreft saw the captain go down. The machines were winning the victory. And a stifling rage against this des- tiny rose in his heart and choked his throat. He sprang to his feet and shook his fist in the direction of the cannon. “Forward, boys!” he screamed, this time with intent and not automatical- ly He pegan to run forward his knees quite steady now. He heard the whole line rise to its feet and follow him He realized that his anger had communicated 1tself to his followers. The same spirit had seized upen the entire company, and spread from company to company, throughout the regiment As he ran he began to see the en- emy for the first time. He saw iong lines of figures leap from their trenches to repel the attack And he j became aware, too, that the shells had ceased. The lines were too close together, and the hostile gunners could fire no longer for fear of hurt- ing their own men It was bullet against bayonet now. It was buyonet against bayonet. The attackers were upon the trenches of the enemy. The machines had ceased to act It was the men behind the machines now, and these were pow- erless. Suddenly Rycroft realized that. He saw that the same moral force and will-power were there, as on the foot- ball field, as at Crecy and Waterloo. The machine was, by itself, an im- potent, dead thing. It was only the man that counted. He was mixed with the melee. He was in the heart of the stabbing as- sault. Bayonet crossed bayonet. He saw everything as in a dream. He was conscious of an inner personality, serene and qujet, in the heart of the storm He saw himself cut down a man at a machine gun, who was aim- ng a rifle at him. He saw the en- emy’s lines break, surge backward; he saw the defenders in wild retreat, pursued by his own men. ? And he was standing alone, un- wounded, in the center of a panting, cheering throng. They were cheering him His sword was broken and he did not know how he had broken it But he knew that he had found him- self, the human personality, without which the machines were so many potent masses of worthless steel. 5] =1 B ey Keep Up Belief. 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