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The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
Standing of the Clubs
LUKE M'LUKE SAYS:

h is it that comfortable clothes
Ever stylish?
lrly all of the men who have
disappointed in love are mar
ben.
her will stay out until after
|ght and drink the kind of
h that would make a well-fed
spit in the face of a starved
bat, but when father gets home
! nds that mother is waiting up
) i'm he is so anxious to be
)ly that he will roll over, play
wag his tail and stand on his
Princess is a person who will sit
INT of a mirror for four hours
ting over whether her right
bw matches her left one.
|at has gecome of the old-fash-
boy who used to charge the
boys two pins to let them see
Zig cut in his foot where he
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19

was the clink- OF some toor against
the whanging wire and the z-z-z-zip.
zip as it tore away from the posts
Look here, What are you doing
there?" sharply demanded the colonel
Sukey rolled her eyeballs at him,
but cid not cease her work of de.
struction.
Mind yc' own bizness!" she
growled fiercely
Look here. woman" he began,
when she lifted a great fist and
shook 1t under his outraged nose.
Listen to me. Kunnel Bickford,"
said Sukey impressively. you jes'
gotter mind yo' own bizness,
und stand? Dis yere land belongs to
Miss Rebecca and I amt goin' to hab
no more wrangulation over 1t, II I
breaks all yo' bones. like de way yo'
broke her sweet heart years ago."
"Sukey!" he cried warningly. Becky
never cared about me-you knew we
were engaged-you knew she broke 1t
of and"
"Oh. go long," muttered the dis
gusted Sukey. "If yo' had de gump-
ton Of flea yo' would'a' stomped
over heah and jes' made up with her.
And now, dere 20 lives all aloney,
cranky as old man Satan heself-anj
here lives my Miss Becky. jes'
pinin' her sweet heart out with lone
liness-and de cure right In you two
hans! White folks air de contrapt-
edest!"
Whang! went another length CT
wire. There remained only tho
naked posts. Sukey picked up a crow
bar and began to pry at a pest.
When the last post was cut and
the boundary fence had entirely dis
appeared Colonel Bickford stepped
across the space and entered the little
lane that went up to Rebecca's cot
tage. Sukey rested on her crowbar
and watched him
de good Lord forgive me for what
I've said to him." she prayed as she
scuttled away to her own quarters.
Colonel Bickford found Rebecca Dob
son sitting on the front veranda. He
stood at the foot of the steps, tall,
straight soldierly figure, the moon
light falling on his gray, uncovered
head
Becky" he said in broken voice.
"Sukey has torn down the boundary
line between our land. have crossed
the space tonight. and. Becky. I have
come to beg you to cross the boundary
line Of years and to come back into
my hearth"
Old Sukey saw them standing with
their arms around each other while
the moonlight poured a benedict IN
on their reunion.
Sukey reused her sleeping husband.
"Rastus. mind yo' gets up early in
the de mohn'in' ard yo' kin mako
kindlin' outer dat boundary fence
all de boundary lines is down between
desc two places forever"
Copyright. 1915. by the Mcclure Newsoa-
per Syndicate)
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
FLORIDA SOURCE OF MONEY
MOST OF US OVERLOOK

With about $4,000 worth of
sponge sold and approximately So
900 more pending ON the exchanke.
the opening sale of this week is a
close second to the deal of over
s-l'ooo at thee losing sale of last
week in volume of business. About
sl2,ooO worth of goods had been
turned at the closing hour of the
exchange Saturday afternoon. En-
ough more was taken this morning
TO push the sale to s15,S55. Yet
there is about $4,000 worth of goods
on the exchange. Altogether the
goods offered yesterday represented
a value of about $4,000.
This was the standing of the Sat
urday sale at noon today, as report
ed by T. J. Petzold, manager.
Whether the actual sales will ag-
gregate $4,000 depends upon the
ultimate disposition of the $4,000
refusal. This may be held over till
some future sale.
With two $4,000 days on the ex-
change in succession, the local
sponge buyers are growing more en-
thusiastic over the prospects and the
conditions of business. During the
past several weeks, sales have been
small on account of small catches.
With the favorable weather condi-
tions continuing, thes ponge inter-
ests of the city, are hoping for con-
tinued activity in the sponge indus
try -Tarpon Springs Leader.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
stepped on a piece of glass?

stepped on a piece of glass?
the reason a woman who is dress
ed up like a What-is-It feels per
iectly happy is because she knows
That the clothes she is wearing are
in style.
A lot of wise guys imagine that a
woman uses hair pins to hold the
switch onto the hair. But a mar
ried man knows that they use to
holr onto the switch
The men have no kick coming
About 9S7,654, 321.O 900 women could
paint their cheeks for what it costs
one man to paint his nose.
When man has about fourteen
children around the house he gets
mad every time newspaper men
tions an Infant industry"
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
Odd WeddIna Custom.

In northern Africa they have q way
OF providing for the wedding of their
daughters that Is Interesting. When
the guests arrive q man at the door
receives the pence they give, and
writes 1t down in q book. This means
that when any Of these guests have
q wedding the host will give each of
them just what they gave him. As
1t Is. the guests pay for the wedding,
and each one has either already re-
ceived as much as lie gives or will
receive it later on.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
WE DO

WE DO
MULTI-COLOR PRINTING
HALF-TONE, VIGNETTES
ENCLOSING
BOOK BINDING
PAMPHLETS, LEAFLETS
WIRE STITCHING
PERFORATING
BROWNING
PADDING
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
Not At All Times.

Husband-"There's one thing I can
say for myself. anyway. Ihave risen by
my own efforts" Never In the morn
ing, John. I notice that 1t takes two
alarm clocks and all the members Of
the household to get you up then"
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
Waited Eneruv.

Some day the people who are con.
cerned In conserving energy are go
ing to turn their attention to the
man who sits up all night working
out chess and checker problems
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
Poor Old Bald Head.

Poor Old Bald Head.
Look. mamma" said little Edna, -
. man with bald head and full beard
entered the room. There's a man
whose hair has all growed down
through his face"
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
SOME OF THE THINGS WE DO AT
THE TELEGRAM OFFICE

WE PRINT
LETTER HEADS
NOTE HEADS
BILL HEADS
STATEMENTS
LEGAL BLANKS
LAW BOOKS
LOOSE LEAF LEDGERS
TIME CARDS
BLANK BOOKS
HAND BILLS
POSTERS
ENVELOPES
BUSINESS CARDS
CALLING CARDS
TAGS
DANCE PROGRAMS
LABELS
CHECKS
MENU CARDS
SHOW CARDS
SIGNS
CALENDARS
BLOTTERS
WEDDING CARDS
WEDDING INVITATIONS
SOCIETY AND
COMMERCIAL PRINTING
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
Standing of the Clubs

AZ Cleveland 20, Washington a.
Al chicago ,, Boston c
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
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MEXICAN ASSOCIATION "a
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Standing Of the Clubs

kansas City 60, Louisville 40
Id game six innings, dark
Paul 7-6, Cleveland 81
Id game called eighth to COM
fth State law.
Milwaukee Z, Indianapolis 8.
Minneapolis 81, Columbus 90
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SOUTH ATLANTIC .
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The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19

At Mobile 3, Memphis O.
At New Orleans s, Chattanooga Z
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19

SHIp'U Ordts
Draft Is the distance in feet from
the lowest part of the bottom Of q
vessel to the actual water line at
which the vessel Is floating.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
Standing of the Clubs

Al Chicago 4, Buffalo 6.
Al Kansas City 1914, Newark AZ.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19

AT Detroit II, Philadelphia I.
The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
NATIONAL LEAGUE
Standing of the Clubs.

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AMERICAN LEAGUE

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The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19

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The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
@ 1~ewS In The World OF Sports

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The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-19
SOUTHERN LEAGUE

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The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-01-07

~~SAsxMnnnn1111n
anelr faces the artist read disnlas, ,o4.
while the dogs were yelping confident
ly and Juggling at their cords, young
Samson South-who should, by their
prejudiced convictions, be hiding out
in some secret stronghold-sat at the
top step of the stile, smoking his pipe,
and regarded them with a lack-luster
absence of interest. Such a calm re-
ception was uncanny. After a whis-
pered conference, the Lexington man
came forward alone. Old Spicer South
had been looking on from the door,
and was now strolling out to meet the
envoy, unarmed.
And the envoy, as he came, held his
hands unnecessarily far away from his
sides, and walked with an ostentatious
show of peace.
"Evenin', stranger" hailed the old
man. Come right in"
"Mr. South" began the dog-owner,
with some embarrassment, Il have
been employed to furnish a pair OF
bloodhounds to the family of Jesse
Purvy, who has been shot"
Il heerd tell tibet Purvy was shot,"
said the head of the Souths in an af-
fable tone. which betrayed no deeper
note of interest than neighborhood
gossip might have ELECTED.
Il have no personal interest in the
matter" went on the stranger, hastily,
as one bent on making his attitude
The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-01-07
CHAPTER v.

From time to time that day, neigh.
oors had ridden up to Spicer South's
stile, and drawn rein for gossip. These
men brought bulletins as to the prog
ress of the hounds, and near shutdown,
as postscript to their information, a
volley of gunshot signals sounded from
mountain top. No word was spoken,
but in common accord the kinsmen
rose from their chairs, and drifted to-
ward their leaning rifles.
They're a-comin' hyar," said the
head of the house, CURLY. Samson
ought ter be home. Whar's Tam'rack?"
No one had noticed his absence un-
til that moment, nor was he to be
found. A few minutes later, Samson's
figure swung into sight, and his uncle
met him at the fence.
Samson, I've done asked We all the
questions I'm a-goin' ter ask ye," he
said, but them dawgs is maxim fer
this house. They've jest been sighted
mile below"
Samson nodded.
"Now"-Spicer South's face hard
ened-"I owns down thar ter the road.
No man kin cross that fence withouten
l choose ter give him leave. Eff We
wants ter go indoors an stay thar, we
kin do hit-an' no dawg ner no man
hain't a-goin' ter ask We no questions.
But, eff We sees fit ter face hit out, I'd
love ter prove ter these hyar men tibet
us Souths don't break our word. We
done agreed ter this truce. I'd like ter
invite 'em in, an let them damn dawgs
sniff round the feet OF every man in
my house-an' then, when they're
plumb teetotally damn satisfied, I'd
like ter tell 'em all ter go ter hell.
Thet's the way feels. but I'm a.goin'
ter do jest what We says"
Lescott did not overhear the con-
versation in full, but he saw the old
mans face work with suppressed pas,
sion. and he caught Samsons louder
reply.
when them folks gets hyar, Uncle
Spicer, I'm a-goin' ter be a-settin'
right out thar in front. I'm plumb
willin' ter invite 'em in" Then, the
two men turned toward the house.
Already the other clansmen had dis
ppeared noiselessly through the door
or around the angles of the walls.
Fifteen minutes later, Lescott, stand
ing at the fence. saw q strange caval-
cade round the bend Of the road. Sew
eral travel-stained men were leading
mules. and holding two tawny and i'm
patient dogs in leash. In their num-
Der. the artist recognized his host Of
two nights ago.
They halted at . distance, and In
The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-01-07
emotion as unman1y.

regard emotion as unman1y. THAR
hain't no danger"
She gained searchingly into his eyes,
and then, with short sob, threw her
arms around him, and buried her face
on his shoulder.
EFF anything happens ter We, Sam
son." she said, brokenly, "hitll jest
kill me. couldn't live withouten We,
Samson. jest couldn't do hit!"
The boy took her in his arms, and
pressed her close. His eyes were gaz-
ing off over her bent head, and his lips
twitched. He drew his features into
a scowl, because that was the only ex-
preston with which he could safe
guard his feelings. His voice was
husky.
Il reckon, Sally" he said. 81 couldn't
live withouten you, neither"
The party of men who had started
at morning from Jesse Purdy's store
had spent hard day. The roads fol-
lowed creek-beds, crossing and re-
crossing waterways in a fashion that
gave the bloodhounds hundred baf-
fling difficulties. Often, their noses
lost the trail, which had at first been
SO surely taken. Often, they circled
and whined, and halted in perplexity,
but each time they came to point
where, at the end, one OF them again
raised his muzzle skyward, and gave
voice.
Toward evening, they were working
Up Misery along q course less broken.
The party halted for a moments rest,
md, as the bottle was passed, the man
from Lexington, who had brought the
dogs and stayed to conduct the chase,
put question:
what do you call this creek?"
"Hit's Misery"
''Does anybody live on Misery that
-er-that you might suspect"
The Hollmans laughed.
This creek is settled with Souths
thicker'n hops"
The Lexington man looked up. He
knew what the name of South meant
to Holman.
els there any special South, who
might have particular grudge?"
1.-THE Souths don't need no parti'lar
grudge, but thar's young Samson
South. He's a wildcat"
HE lives this way?"
These dogs air a-makin' a Decline
fer his house." Jim Holman was
speaking. Then he added: 1--WE done
been told that Samson denies dom the
shootin', an claims he kin prove an
alibi."
The Lexington man lighted his pipe,
and poured a drink of red whisky into
flask cup.
He'd be apt to say that" he COM
mented, These dogs haven't any
prejudice in the matter. I'll stake my
life on their telling the truth"
An hour later, the group halted
again. The master of hounds mopped
his forehead.
Are we still going toward Samson
South's house?" he inquired.
We're about a quarter from hit
now, an we hain't never varied from
the straight road"
"Will they be apt to give us
trouble?"
Jim Holman smiled.
Il hair't never heered of no South
submittin' ter arrest by Holman"
The trailers examined their fire.
arms, and loosened their holster-flaps.
The dogs went forward at trot.
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he seemed weaponless. but Samson
knew that concealed beneath the
hickory shirt was a holster, worn
mountain fashion.
What air ye a-reachin' after,
Tam'rack?" he inquired. his lips twist
ing in amusement.
"Thet's my business"
"Well, git hit out-or git out yeself,
afore throws ye often the cliff
Sally showed no symptoms of alarm.
Her confidence in her hero was abso-
lutte. The boy lifted his hand, and
pointed OF down the path. Slowly
and with incoherent muttering, Spicer
took himself away. Then only did
Sally rise. She came over and laid
hand on Samson's shoulder. In her
blue eyes, the tears we're yelling.
Samson" she whispered, "ef they're
a&ter ye. come ter my house. l kin
hide ye out. Why didn't ye tell me
Jesse Jurvey'd done been shot!"
"Hit faint nothin' ter fret about,
Sally" he assured her. He spoke
awkwardly, for he had been trained to
The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-01-07
we're q suof and a chimney from which

were q suof and a chimney from which
a thread Of smoke rose in an attenu
ated shaft. That was Spicer South q
house and Samson's home. The girl
leaned against the gnaried bowl OF the
white oak and waved toward the root
and chimney. She cupped her hands
and raised them to her lips like one
who means to shout across great dis.
lance, then she whispered SO low that
only she herself could hear:
Hello, Samson SOUTH"
She stood for a space looking down,
and forgot to laugh, while her eyes
grew religiously and softly deep, then,
turning, she ran down the slope. She
had performed her morning devotions.
That day at the house of Spicer
South was an of day. The kinsmen
who had stopped for the night stayed
on through the morning. Nothing was
said of the possibility of trouble. The
men talked crops and tossed horse
shoes in the yard; but no one went to
work in the fields, and all remained
within easy call. Only young Tama-
rack Spicer, raw-boned nephew, wore
a eullen face and made a great show
Of cleaning his rifle and pistol
Shortly after dinner he disappeared,
and when the afternoon was we'll ad.
vanced Samson, too, with his rifle on
his arm, strolled toward the stile.
He sauntered down the road, but,
when he had passed out of vision, he
turned sharply into the woods, and
began climbing. His steps carried him
to the rift in the ridge where the white
oak stood sentinel over the watch
tower Of rock. As he came over the
edge from one side his bare feet max
ing no sound, he saw Sally sitting
there, with her hands resting on the
moss and her eyes deeply troubled.
She was gazing flxedly ahead and her
lips were trembling. At once Sam
sons face grew black. Some one had
been making Sally unhappy. Then he
saw beyond her standing figure,
which the tree trunk had hitherto con-
cealed. 1t was the loose-knitted figure
of young Tamarack Spicer.
I'm COURSE" Spicer was saying, I'VE
don't low Samson shot Jesse Purvy,
but them Hollmans II 'spicion him. an
l heered just now thet them dawgs
was trackin' straight up hyar from the
mouth of Misery. They'll git hyar
against sundown."
Samson leaped violently forward.
With one hand he roughly seized his
cousins shoulder and wheeled him
about
"Shet up!" he commanded. what
d-n fool stuff hev We been tellin'
Sally?"
For an instant the two clansmen
stood fronting each other. Samsons
face was set and wrathful. Tamarack's
was surly and snarling. "Hain't got
a license ter tell Sally the news?" he
demanded.
Nobody haint got no license" re-
torted the younger man in the quiet
of cold anger, ter tell Sally nothin'
thet'll fret her"
"She air bound ter know hit all
pretty soon. Them dawgs-"
Didn't tell We ter shet up?" Sam
son clenched his fists, and took step
forward. EFF We opens yore mouth
again, I'm a-goin' ter smash hit. Now,
git!"
Tamarack Spicer's face blackened,
and his teeth showed. His right hand
swept to his left arm-pit. Outwardly
The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-01-07
THE Call Of the:
CuTnber|ands
By Charles Neville Buck
With Illustrations
from Photographs of Scenes
In the Play
By Charles Neville Buck
(conyriaht. soIA by w. ]. Watt & CoJ
SYNOPSIS,

CHAPTER Ion Misery creek, at the
6oot OF rock from which he has fallen,
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land
scape painter, unconscious, and after re-.
wing him. goes for assistance
CHAPTER II-Samson South and Sally,
taking Lescott to Samson's home are met
by Spicer South, head Of the family, who,
tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot,
and that Samson Is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies It,
CHAPTER III-The shooting of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce in the Holman
South feud.
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CHAPTER w.


ity OF many brands and degrees. He
;had been the lionized celebrity in
places Of fashion. He had been the
guest Of equally famous brother artists
in the cities of two hemispheree, and,
since sincere painting had been his
pole star, he had gone where his arts
wanderlust backoned. He had fol-
flowed the lure of transitory beauty
to remote sections of the world. The
present trip was only one of many
like 1t, which had brought him into
touch with varying peoples and dis
tinctive types of life. He told himself
that never had he found men at once
so crude and so courteous as these
hosts who. facing personal perils, had
still time and willingness to regard his
comfort.
The coming of the kinsmen, who
would stay until the present danger
passed, had filled the house. The four
beds in the cabin proper were full,
and some slept on floor mattresses.
:Lescott, because guest and wounded,
was given a small room aside. Sam.
son, however, shared his quarters in
order to perform any service that an
injured man might require 1t had
been full and unusual day for the
painter, and its incidents crowded in
on him in retrospect and drove off the
possibility of sleep. Samson, too,
seemed wakeful, and in the isolation
of the dark room the two men fell into
J xryhf Ah 81,
the night. Samson went into the con-
fessional. This was the first human
being he had ever met to whom he
could unburden his soul.
The thirst to taste what knowledge
! lay beyond the hills; the unnamed
wanderlust that had at times brought
him a restiveness so poignant as to
be agonizing; the underlined attuning
of his heart to the beauty OF sky and
/ hill; these matters he had hitherto
( kept locked in guilty silence.
I; In a cove Or lowland pocket, stretch.
| ing into the mountain side, lay the
I small and meager farm of the Widow
! Miller. The Widow Miller was a
! South" that is to say, she fell, by
4 tie Of marriage, under the protection
OF the clan head. She lived alone with
her fourteen-year-old son and her six
teen-year-old daughter. The daughter
was Sally.
The sun rose on the morning after
Lescott arrived, the mists lifted, and
the cabin of the Widow Miller stood
revealed. A tousie-headed boy made
his way to the barn to feed the cattle,
and red patch of color, as bright
and tuneful as Kentucky cardinal,
appeared at the door between the
morning-glory vines. The red patch
of color was Sally.
She made her way, carrying q
bucket, to the spring, where she knelt
down and gazed at her own image in
the water.
Before going home she set down her
bucket by the stream. and. with .
quick glance toward the house to make
sure that she was not observed.
climbed through the brush and was
lost to view. She followed { path that
her own feet had made, and after a
steep course upward came upon a bald
face of rock, which stood out storm
battered where rift went through
the backbone Of the ridge. This point
Of vantage commanded the other val
ley. Down below. across the treetopa,
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Ito be Continued.)

Phone ss6. Mcvicar. regarding hour
for dancing lessons. Glass ana mi
vats lessons evenings By appointment
Call o. pAoAa Boyle Building. adv.
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TROUBLE

The man who buys an auto car.
But first the price must borrow,
VIII never travel very far
Before he meets with sorrow.
Birmingham AgeHerald
His punishment begins indeed
When it Is his desire
To show his friends a bit Of speed
And ''Blooey," goes . tiro.
youngstown Telegram.
And when he's got some friends way
out
To some far sylvan scene
His gladness is all put to rout
BY lack Of gasoline
Houston Post
You may be right in what you wrote
OF troubles there's a horde;
But boys, they'll never get MY goat
I'm gonna get Ford.