The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-03-13

| It wouldn't be such laundering hard
lob to find hat worn by an Ameri-
can soldier In the Revolutionary war
and the key to six-by-fOur trunk
which a mans grandmother used and
which he doesn't want to break. but
which, also. yet once more. he wants
to and out what's inside of It. But
let me tell you right now. young
lady. that its one deuce of a Job.
III charge these fellows what their
Jobs are really worth I'll put both Of
'em In the bankruptcy court. don't
believe I'll ever be able to find what
they want. The business is on the
blink. This concern will never be
able to find any one what they want.
! -
Sallie's blushing smile stopped him.
you don't mean that your client
had something easy?" Sans ejacula-
ton was an incredulous burst of Joy.
"Yes," Sallie dimpled and blushed
and smiled "He only wants a"
Don't tell mel" Sam stopped her
with an appraised hand. III you told
me. Id queer 1t. You 60 ahead and
fill the order and I'll give you half
the fee. You make me hope again.
Perhaps can get hat and trunk
key that will fill the bills. after all"
For four more days Sallie saw but
little Of Sam. She was busy with
her client, Ernest Randolph, and she
supposed her employer to be busy
with his clients. At the end OF a
week she determined to see him. as
she had information of considerable
importance. At length Sam came In.
No man could possibly have looked
more down and out than he did. He
seemed to be utterly exhausted. He
seemed even to have lost weight. Be-
meath his eyes were deep circles, and
his face was crossed with lines more
prominent than Sallie ever remem'
bered seeing them before.
whats the matter?" Sallie's first
thought was one Of pity. Sam might
be a CRATER OF the deepest dye, and
he might he utterly INSCRIPTIONS. but
he appeared sick and old. and Sallie's
kind heart bled for him.
TITS the limit. that's what It IL.
You remember this fellow on the
third floor of the Portland flats want
ed hat worn by an American SOL
der In the Revolutionary war;"
"Yes."
"And you remember the fellow at
OF Jefferson street who wanted
key TO At some impossible trunk used
by his grandmother"
"Yes."
well. OF Jefferson street 10 the
Portland nats. Both Of my clients
lived In the Portland fats, only one
Of en- Wa on tho third floor and
the other was on the fourth. They
never knsw each other until the other
night, whom they collided on the
stairway In the dark. Then they go(
to talking together and they found
that each Of them had what the other
one wanted. The man on the fourth
door had the hat the man on the third
floor wanted. and the man on tho
third door happened to have . key
like the one the man on the fourth
door wanted, because bic own grand
mother had . similar trunk. So
don't get . fee from either Of them!'
Gloom settled deep upon Sam q
no finished talking. Sallis sased u
him with mournful eyes. For . time
there was silence In the once. Then
Sam bestirred himself.
But how about your client! You
said you thought you could get what
he wanted. What did he want!"
"A good cook" Sallie's voice
brimmed with unshed tears.
"A cook! That was easy to get
Of course. and we'll get good fee
from him."
There won't be any fee!" Intense
grief shook Sallie's voice.
why not!" Sans ejaculation was
the acme OF dlsmay.
None of the cooks selected suit
ed him."
but there are other cooks. There
must be just the cook he wants some
where about the city. Find her!"
TOO late!" Sallie sObbed.
But why Is 1t too late?"
"Nhv" Callio want unroct "a In adj .
into her handkerchief. he died this
morning from chronic dyspepsia"
Quarrel Discreet
why do you employ such elaborate
circumlocution when you tell q man