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The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1908-04-18
SILVER SPRINGS
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HOTEL FOR SALE

At great bargain; 900 cash, bal
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pletely furnished; open all the year.
Mr.. Browns continued ill health com
pelS sale. For a live man no better
hotel opening is offered in the South
Being located opposite the famous
spring, Seaboard railroad station and
Oklawaha steamer landing and but
six miles from Ocala over a fine road
it's advantages as an automobile house
for Ocala parties, tourist hotel and
as a resort for sportmen can hardly
be Overestimated. Building seven years
old and unincumbered, having paid
for itself in a short time. This ad
will also appear in Boston and New
York papers. Don't allow northern
er this unusual bargain. Apply t
owner on premises. Pictured detail,
postpaid by thy RIM AEen1G(
294 Washingta
The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1908-04-18
SHE is AFRAID OF RATS

Your wife will be awfully scared
when she sees a rat run out OF tina
hole in the plastered wall. Better
have it patched with Alabastine.
hides the cracks, too.
J. A. Morris, Jr.
Decorating" that's my business.
The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1908-04-18

faced sis ter,
holding in her
arms a tiny Grip
pied boy. So
sym bolic was
the attitude Of
this holy wom-
an that not one
Irish heart In
the vast crowd
below failed to
respond.
1T Is Sister
Mary Beatrice!"
m oaned b e
mother superb
or. She knelt
upon the bare
ground a n d
crossed herself.
w hen Tom
an, his
face blackened
with smoke and
his eyes blazing
with heroic ex-
: window Sister
d steadfastly at
The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1908-04-18
SEABOARD SCHEDULE
Day Trains

Day Trains
Northbound leaves 1:5O p. m.
Southbound leaves 1880 l.. IN.
Might Trains
Northbound leaves 2:05 a. m.
SouthbOund leaves 1:30 a. m.
The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1908-04-18

tOOtnleSS QlYliS.' ITO THE OWL Wild
With which TONI SAID DooLEY
sage observation BRYAN.
Mr.. Bryan betook himself to the bur-
nishing Of the hose cart as a relief to
his overcharged emotions.
All was true. Since the day Tom
Brennan tore his manly heart out in
bidding an eternal farewell to the
beautiful girl who renowned him for
her vocation the big fellow had never
been the same
All women were like shadows to him.
He had loved one truly, devotedly, and
he had been forced to give her up to
heaven. He could never love, another.
Tom never noticed women. He SIM
ply went about his business of saving
property and lives as If there were
nothing else in the universe for a big,
handsome, athletic fellow.
Often as he lay in his bunk at the
engine house, as he rode tempestuously
through the crowded streets, as he
fought the flames. he repeated to him.
self the last words he had said to his
beloved: II love you, Maggie, darlin'.
would live for you or would die for
you, and since you bid me tear out my
heart | must do it."
.. .
The Easter morning dawned-the
very Easter on which Tom had hoped
to lead his sweetheart to the altar. He
thought of her as he reused from his
dreams Of her sweet face. Life was
over for him, he said. He saw again
the crowded church, the white rObed
novices. He smelled the incense, he
heard the roll Of the organ, the solemn
voice Of the priest. He, shivered and,
turning. buried his face in his pillow.
Suddenly the alarm reused him. He
listened. He sprang from his bunk
and moment later was down the pole
and in his place on the truck. His
face was like the face of the dead. As
in a dream he heard the cry, Where
is ft?" and the answer from a dozen
lusty threats. 1.-THE convent
The convent and the orphans home
adjoining were ablaze. 1t was evident
At d SlduCe IudI Tue UullulUSS were
doomed. The main business was to
save the sisters and the children.
The bravery Of the nuns and their
proteges was only second to that Of
the magnificent fellows who fought for
the lives of these helpless people. Ev-
cry one recalls the amazing fortitude
and courage displayed at this fright
full hour.
The children had been we'll drill
ed for just such a moment of peril,
and nobly did they now obey their in
structors. Such deeds Of heroism as
were done that bitter morning are new
er lost. Their memory remains as an
eternal inspiration.
Tom Brennan thrust a ladder up to q
window of the dormitory just beneath
the huge gilded cross that surmounted
the roof Of the convent
In this window, serene. calm, her
lips moving in prayer, stood a sweet
faced sister
The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1908-04-18

AA@N& ~
submit, but he's
niver been the
same. Oh sup
pose now" con-
cluded Mr.. Bry-
an medita lively.
"if wan av thin
Numbers av the
Four Numbered
were to come by
and give Tom
the glad eye he'd
niver Encourage
her. IT'S sthrange
thOt the nuts al
lus fall to the
The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-12-23
outwittinq a Bushranaer.

In Mr.. George E. Bo1alls "Story Of
the Australian Bushrahgers" the fol-
lowing little episode is related: A man
named Michael. who went to an inn
for food. found the place in the hands
of the bushrangers. Fourteen guests
were already disarned and were being
searched in order. Michael was COM
PEELED to take his place in line. The
bushrangers handed him q pannikin Of
tea before they took his money. Know
ing what was coming. he held the pan
nikin as If the tea were too hot to
drink, and when the leader of the
highwaymen was looking away drop
ped his roll of bank notes into It. He
stood quite quiet, and when the bush
rangers came to feel his pockets there
were only a few shillings in them.
The robbers appeared satisfied and al
lowed him to go. He carried his pam
nikin out with him, took his money
and put 1t in his pocket without being
observed. Then he mounted his horse,
rode to the nearest police station and
gave information.
The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-12-23
CARDS IN CHURCH.
They Were Net Uncommon In the Old
Days In England.

GdyS @HAtSVos
Frequent cases of card playing &C.
Cured In churches in olden days In the
high or curtaincd family pews that
we're to be found In several parts OF
England.
A case Of card playing was men
toned by the poet Crabbe as having
occurred In one Of those pews in Trow-
bridge parish church. Mr.. Beresford
Hone stated that card playing was not
uncommon in churches having cur
tanned pews, where those occupying
them were screened from the observa-
ton of the rest Of the congregation.
and that one Of the Georges is credit
ed with taking part at game Of whist
In the church he attended.
The church Mt Little Stanmore, in
Middlcsex. has a luxurious room pew
which is approached by a special door
and staircase.
The old St Paul's cathedral before
the great fire Of London was used by
business men as q sort of exchange.
The portico was let out to hucksters,
and in those days gambling and cards
are both said to have been INDUCED
in without let or hindrance within the
cathedral.-London Standard.
The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-12-23
A DUsKY { ;YNIc.
-. Cavity Admitted That the Joke Wa,
on Himself.


on Himself.
lady was walking along Fifth ave-
.,ra n couple of weeks ago when II big
Spepro stepped up to her politely and
4 Ok cd her to give him quarter
~ am a shipwrecked sailor" he told
her Three days ago the ship l was
IN went ashore outside Sandy Hook.
Ever since then I've been wandering
around without being able to get a
hob"
1 The lady gave him a quarter and
Snassed on. A week ter while going
Shv the same spot on Fifth avenue she
Z was approached once more by the same
negro.
81 am a shiIwrecked sailor" he be-
gan. Three lays ago +
She let him finish. Then she re-
marked:
s "Two weeks ago when l gave you q
ouorter YOU told me that same story.
\ Then you said that you had been
4 wrecked three days before. Now you
\ saw the same thing"
4 And she looked at the negro severely.
He threw back his head and burst
forth into roars Of laughter
"Did-did l give you dat story last
week." he chuckled. did you give
me quarter? Well. If dat amt joke
on me.'
And she left him standing on the
sidewalk convulsed with laughter
New York Times.
The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-12-23
Her Own Do ctor.

a Washington woman recently hired
negress. Going to the kitchen one
day, she was amazed to find the ne
gress sitting on the floor. with her
nair standing out from her head like
black nimbus. The girl was pull
ing one curly lock and then another in
such way as to suggest that she had
suddenly lost her reason.
=. what ca earth are you doing,
Nary gasped the lady Of the house.
Nawthin', ma'am; only has got a
sue throat an was jest tryin' to find
We iock dat would pull nah palate up
~ relieve &c tickle."-New York Her
The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-12-23
The Tickle Sho pper,

mat woman always keeps me
euesslhg, said the grocery clerk as
Que went out. II never can tell till
'ast minute what she is going to
vuS' Just now she priced the coffee.
a. gave her the prices-25 cents. %. 80.
Is your twenty-five cent coffee any
goodT she asked me.
Yes said !: bang u D.
:. ! men, said she. give me a pound
" 'our forty cent, ground fine.'"-
New York Press.
The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1908-12-23
His Thirst.

Ny poor man, how did You acquire
such thirstr'
AZ was dis away, mister: When de
r,t,S operated on me for appender-
q, ue forgot an left a sponge inside
me,"-Boston Trayeler +.
Evening journal., 1908-01-02
Hand Bereft of Sou K Edward c1sr.< Ry Marsh.

He pointed with his foot to a that stood
facing the wall. / reached out my hand and
turned it round. / thought again that the man
was mad for at first l did not believe it was the
same canvas had seen before. That had beens
even in its unfinished state, a wonderful revea-
ton of the shy, quiet brave soul my aunt had
seen in Esther. 1t was more than sketch, but
It had tho beauty OF all simplicity and absolute
truthfulness. This picture before me was COM
petely finished product--hard, brilliant, perfect
in line and color, and absolutely, unaccountably
Hfeess.
1 suppose I allowed my astonishment to escape
me IN an exclamation, for Olaf nodded slowly two
three times.
Il know now," he began again. even I could
see that this thing isn't a portrait-that 1t isn't
She. Last night l sat down and thought 1t all
our tried to recall every word she ever spoke to
/ remembered everything she ever did to my
paintings, all her suggestions and criticisms and
then all the other people said remember how
I used to go out and when came back find some
litto changes in the canvas 1 had left that
couldn't quite understand. / used to think 1t was
all in me; that difficulties Strengthened themselves
out when left them alone. l know now how they
Strengthened themselves out"
olaf, you must steady yourself" I said, while
the suspicion Of his meaning formed itself in my
brain. What are you saying? Do you imply"
I'm saying" he interrupted me, that she
painted every one of those portraits It's true
Gods word She used me for her tool. All the
brains all the soul--the insight and subtlety and
knowledge of character that you fellows have
pratod of-were hers THAT he Indicated the
portrait with a world of contempt-"that's the
sort of work do, left to myself. She the
possibilities IN me-yes, sne saw thaJ could
handle a brush that 1 could mix coors, that
could draw lines, that 1 had the steadiest nerves
and the best trained hands in New York. She
made them hers-she used me-she made the
pictures that thought had painted myself-Ah" +"
He brought it all out as suddenly, as brutally as
have set It down. 1 dazed; the only idea
could summon was that he must be turned from
his brooding on the truth that had overwhelmed
him.
olaf don't think Of it now" 1 pleaded. Try
to think instead how she must have loved you"
You're q liar! he cried. "I haven't told you
everything That day told you about, towards
night, she said something. / didn't understand
theI-she a little out OF her head, 1 think.
She sad: wasn't quite through with you, Olaf
Evening journal., 1908-01-02

TOO dull to understand vicious though it may be,
has its allurmcit pastime for the sternest OF
Us. ] confess that was moro or less swayed by It
even before met Olaf Jansen, which came to pass
about this time. ] had held for a year one of
those aeml-oficial POSITIONS the chief duty and
honor OF which appear only at the time when the
distinction is to be relinquished. My portrait
was to be painted and hung beside those OF my
predecessors in Office. and Olaf Jansen was des-
icnated as the to whom should sit Mingled
with the repidation felt at the prospect of facing
redoubtable searcher OF the hearts Of men,
the anticipation of satisfying some OF the curl
osty that had been bred IN me Of the studio gos-
sip I had heard.
With some such prepossession I went for the
first time, by appointment to his studio
greeted with an unaffected, awkward cordiality
this time he still a mere boy in spite OF his
thirty yearR--a fair-haired, rather clumsy boy,
with a big body, square shoulders large, we'll
formed hands and a smooth, bland face; plainly
creature of unshakable nerves, logged will and
genuine vital force. What / missed in him
the sign Of experience, the record OF the tidal
OF life that must have swept over him to have so
opened his eyes to the lives Of others One would
guess this inland soul, set high and secure
against breakers and stormy seas.
Furthermore, and somewhat to my chagrin, my
amateur psychologizing detected in Olaf no heroic
outpouring OF an absorbing passion for his wife.
She was present while / remained. Insignificant
she was, almost, and unobtrusve quite. What
made her more than q negligible quantity was
her own devoted admiration
Il hate doing these Official portraits, but when
General Landon asked me to do you / couldn't
very well refuse he remarked. Churish as the
words sounded they were entirely devoid of in
tentonal offense. But Esther hurried to antici-
pate my possible misunderstanding of her hus-
band.
"Oh, but this will be something more than
merely official" she reassured me- Wont It,
Olaf?"
smiled my disregard of olaf's unintentional
Evening journal., 1908-01-02

Olaf" l said. for his extraordinary manner
mado me uneasy, you're not yourself What in
the world do you mean?"
Then, still sitting sunk in his chair, he began to
tell me.
when we were married-that was nearly four
years ago-I she loved me. / thought
loved her because she appreciated-yes because
sh appreciated She the first critic 1
ever had who thought could do the only thing 1
cared to do You know what l mean. From the
very first she encouraged me. did her and
oversize always destroyed the canvasses. But she
liked better for me to work from other subjects,
that she could watch every stroke and talk it
all with In her quiet way she was al
ways making suggestions. and though some Of
them sounded little crazy to me, when adopted
them they usually came out all right.
Little by little began to see that really was
doing better work. said to myself that her ap-
probation had given me confidence to go ahead
and do things in my own way-though the Lord
knows / never wanted confidence. / was so sure
of myself that didn't even mind when she took
the brushes out of my hand, as she did OCCASION
ally, to touch spot here and there just to show
what she meant. You know she had studied. and
she knew more about it than they used to give her
credit Tor. Twice. when had been out and re-
turned Unexpectedly, l found her before my easel
with my pslatte and brushes But she just made
joke of tEat-said she was trying to imagine
herself painter.
Il never suspected anything until we were out
there in the mountains. Then, when the doctor
told her she couldn't last six months the only thing
she seemed to think of of the time l was los
Ing. She fairly compelled me to begin her port
RAFT.
Then when we we're almost done, one day
she couldn't leave her bed at ALL All that day
she would talk to me until her strength gave out
utterly. and she had to lie and wait for breath
She made me promise to finish the portrait, but
very carefully doing little to It possible.
She tried to tell me Just how she wanted it-tried
to tell me the very brush strokes. There are
things that can't be told.
Il don't remember much what she said That
day I think mad. To talk about art, about
my work, when she lay there dying before my
eyes You see, hadn't really loved her at first,
but now
Well she died-it was only three days after
that. For a time after 1 came back I didn't do
any work. There something in my mind-a
suspicion Of something 1 couldn't place-that
Evening journal., 1908-01-02

ungraciousness in my delight at having. as I be-
leved, so quickly seized the situation It was in
deed as far as / to get that day. We talked
discussing and arranging the time for my
situngs. At the first OF these I made the
further discovery that Esther Jansen was dumb
only so long as her husbands art was in abey-
ance. At a word touching the portrait the look OF
anxious responsibility settled in her eyes. and her
voice was an index 10 point the worlds homage to
its proper object There was a passing question
Of the pose 1 was TO assume. Instantly she was
attention.
''fes, I think that Is right-isn't e. Olaf7" she
pronounced There the hand a little further to
the right, and the face turned more so that tho
ehadow Of the hair falls free OF the eyes That's
It,"
II did not escape that in spite OF her pre-
tense OF approval and agreement with the painter
her suggestion directly contrary to what he had
proposed Olaf himself seemed not 20 realize this
Evening journal., 1908-01-02

work The more open-minded even conceded that
he might in time become portrait painter after ALL
The lingering doubt expressed in this concess-
ion dissipated the next year. when he took the
Webster prize with his Portrait Of an Actress %
That picture the most brilliant success Of its
year
This and other pictures that soon followed fairly
launched the painter what promised TO be a
brilliant career And his old friends marveled at
the gift that seemed to have fallen on him from
the gods Then someone, to account for IT, ad-
vanced theory so obvious plainly dovetailed
with the facts, that il quickly accepted as
conclusive IN the little circle where these affairs
are discussed and settled Olaf Jansen had fallen
IN love, had married That climatic change. ma
terial and spiritual, had been coincident with the
accession Of new powers The special object of
Olafs worship mattered less than tha the worship
devout: It was enough 10 have entered the
temple to receive the gods benison
Such sentmentalzing over truths that we ara
Evening journal., 1908-01-02
cssyrsA.. 1907. sy TAs.ss II. Mckee.

=" ooR fellow" said Mccartney after the fun
oral. Ruined by his devotion to mere
wornan-and a dead at thati"
But Mccartney Desaimist; and
pessnist, like an optimist is a man OF
narrow vision.
Olaf Jansen was as Morse his name. He had
come from one Of the northwestern States, the son
mer. Hu came to New York young, and remained
for years in the art schools With all his
sktll-he had a certainty of touch, directness OF
execution. that little short Of marvelous-he
had acquired the slightest trace OF style. jan
sens work." one OF his felow-students is reported
to have said "is as and impersonal as
death and taxes" At this time he could paint
"still-lifc" admirably, and copy beautifully. His
ambition. Of course, was to paint portraits; such
groesQuc associations of desire and capacity seem
to be a special delight of nature. His fellow-stu-
dents looked up TO him with a certain awe-the
awe the beginner always feels for the one who has
mastered tho craft; yet the most indulgent OF
his friends laughed at an ambition out OF keep
Ing with the nature OF his talent.
But there who encouraged his hopes.
She was little, quiet rather pale and neutral
tinted girl Her New England ancestry had
stamped itself her frail physique and written
her destiny in her deep, dark eyes. Her name was
Esther West She couldn't paint-so ran the YER
dict Of those most intoerant and impacabe critics,
the students.
She conceived the most extravagant shy admira-
ton for Olaf Jansens easy mastery Of line and
color and he fell in love with her.
After tho marriage Olaf set up studio in
Washington Square, then the center of the artist
world The paternal exchequer enabled him to
wait in comfort for patrons. Meanwhile he painted
ndustriously and to some purpose. IL only
a short time. such affairs are measured, before
he had sent to an exhibition picture that opened
the eyes Of the sconers. There qualities in It
that they had not guessed possible-n Olaf Jansens
Evening journal., 1908-01-02

UNI
scared me. Then got the commission, and took
It because l was afraid was getting morbid
thought it would be an easy portrait to do.
when It was done I couldn't tell anything
about it. OF course It was very bad-worse than
you imagine. Everybody tried to let me down
easy but I knew something wrong made
up my mind to find out what 1t was. Yesterday
morning got out the unfinished p0rtrait-of her,
you know-and worked at It all day. finished
II. There It is"
Evening journal., 1908-01-02

ENCOURAGED HIS HOPES.
you've beaten me- And then: But what use are
the hands when the brain is dead?'"
He paused. and then went on in a quiet nope
less tone. "You see she didn't even love me.
She loved art, and because she hadn't the things
I have she used me. She didn't even love me-
but / loved her, ana now she's gone I'm nothing
but useless pair OF hands,"
He longer saw me. I watched him for
time but he did not move 1 went out OF the
room quietly and left him alone.
Evening journal., 1908-01-02

- OOR fellow" said Mccartney after the fun
oral. Ruined by his devotion to a mere
- woman--and dead woman at that!"
But Mccartney was Dessimist; and
Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1908-12-24
The 6uzxard in Flight.

a6aEs can be no doubt that the hrx ssaksssaN sss the living aeroplane In pes:ec naA 1t cannot sail against the wini sAnept as other birds do--by sheer pow sss ax moving. wings-but 1t can sail <; Asaassng speed before the wind. 8; faknt angles to the wind and can sal! srfeaasn 9, few points of the wind. x
 When t,lerc Is no wind its flight ia sszSsy--pot much of an inprovelnen yA te@ flying Of a s,cn. Authors aTa ssErnM to describe the i3;s.zari as sa,t
 ss1r f@s the sky on days s,lss.a e..a .sss asass 1se--3F'rcs .eacath , S1I1fs-r. Ssi|| sItzsss !'here. i.@t 1t wi. also pe ,.e :asgT,sercd ti4as, these authors !:,vaeo sbsy describe lite AG7a1ard as be T"
 a spee!i in tue lrassy heavens A :, f1satter nf sa.t, that Is tu%, i!lc ns ',! N the hH"As'1:'s aerial l.flsn.., ez.. Ehen there, is nn i,ree7,A close tp !.5s ssCrtfs 1t ia nswAr. n t,e observed rs.,.sf
 @g fl, a tree i.r q, .p" ahoriouslt, ,tii. tsas zenith Hnti it dnds an cppgr cnr aat, where 't.caa, uav.gate without l..
 eR.--NeW York Times.
Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1908-12-24
shsfsdan's Double N,arr,aaa

u vas ln l601 that the Gretna Grnau sssssGiages were. made illegal. A glance ss 5as registers may yet inspire ne nansglist of tue future One entry N i. as sglrs to puzzle. Twice within f"a saEss occurs the record of the uiar.i, se " 3ishard Erinsley Sheridan to Mis- assssa. There was oniy one K. E. s.
 C3y ole bride for the same gentlerna.t
 'ess double entries are not the resul, q.
 Ny hlunder on the part of the Re,
 0s Vulcan. The parties were rea!l
 7szss married at Gretna Green. Arrjs
 As cxs a Sunday they were duly we
 As and sped away to Edinbuys.. .AssH; however. Sheridan chanced tc 4aaSs at q newspaper In whle!l az
 aaGsa the iucuf'r;iticsls Of lawyer IN sSssasse plainly stated was the fac, axS 2o contract executed on q Sunday n bfnding. Clearly, then, their wet: asg was not legal. Back to Gretns sssassa they scurried, to be remasrira esA a. week day and leave the dual rec 'g'sss so perpiex later generations os awapat thetic searchers of the recortls.-+ R Sasnes' Gazette. >S