The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1917-01-10
Miss Warfield'S
Good Intentions
They Went Awry Except
For Herself and
One Other.

Edward Farrand was fifty-flve years
old and worth $5,0OO,000. but had no
roof tree over his head. He had tried
living In a house of his own, but had
given 1t up. 1t was desperately lonely
and q lot of care. The servant Ques-
don alone was enough to render 1t In
He had tried living with a
married friend, but the friends wife
objected to him because he was not
sufficiently careful as to the furniture
and let the sun in to fade her carpets.
No; living with a friend didn't work
either.
Then Farrand tried his club. The
furniture In his room was handsome,
but there was nothing else there. Most
club dining rooms are the loneliest
places In the world. The members
who have homes don't eat there, and
few of the bachelors can afford to do
So Besides, club managers, being
men, have no conception Of how to
run table. Everything Is served by
portions or half portions, and If
member orders a variety there is
enough for half dozen persons. with
an equivalent cost.
OF course Farrand often turned to
matrimony. A woman would not only
be a companion, but would take care
Of a house. In other words, she would
make a home of It. But, though Mr..
Farrand acted on the principle In his
business that whatever was desirable
could only be procured by the orgoni-
zation of that which would produce It
he found no such provision for pro-
curing a wife. The world, especially In
America, looks on marriage as a nat
ural mating process, which needs no
organization to bring 1t about There
is no buresn of love, with a manager
to turn out married couples. This
works fairly well with young persons,
but elderly men and women, who have
not found or have lost an affinity In
youth or have let opportunities slip by
without taking advantage Of them, are
not provided for.
At forty Farrand settled down In
hotel. There were always persons
about. This was an advantage, but
the only advantage. Since he had tried
every other plan, except matrimony
and found all wanting, he stuck to his
hotel for fifteen years. By that time
he would have given all Of his $5,O00,-
900, except enough to live on comfort
ably, for home.
One morning while at breakfast, ap-
parently absorbed in his morning news
paper, he overheard man at another
table say to his vis-a-vis:
"See that man over there?"
Eyes; what of him?"
that's Farrand, the millionaire
banker"
THAT nice looking old gentleman
with iorid complexion and white
harp
eyes"
well, all I've got to say is, If had
his money I'd never put my foot In
hotel. If business called me there I'd
pay some one else to attend to It,"
"Oh, he lives here! He's bachelor"
what! Worth millions and no
homer"
That was all Mr.. Farrand heard and
more than he wanted to hear. He
arose from the table, took his hat and
coat from an attendant and started
for his office. Usually he never felt
at home except in his office, but this
morning he found 1t impossible to shut
out the conversation he had overheard
at his hotel. The day seemed very
long to him. If he had had any one to
go to he would have left business to
take care of itself and gone somewhere.
As 1t was he remained ut his desk, at
tending to such details as were re-
ferred to him. The hour of closing
was approaching and he was thinking
OF returning to his hotel, when a card
was handed him bearing the name Of
Miss Caroline Warfield.
Mr.. Farrand had heard Of Miss War
field as a woman devoted to charitable
work, but thus far she had never called
on him for a subscription, and he had
never seen her. He directed that she
be shown into his Office and at the
same time he reached for his check
book to have 1t ready. Miss Warfield
had a very pleasant face, and a smile
rested on her lips that seemed very
much at home there. At the same time
she appeared bit embarrassed.
81 have called" she said, ito interest
you I'm movement which
II have heard of your excellent work,
Miss Warfield." Mr.. Farrand inter-
rupted, ''and prefer that you should
not take the trouble to make an ex-
PLANTATION as to this movement. You
need only tell me how much you
Pardon me. Mr.. Farrand; my scheme
Is so far out Of the ordinary that l
must state 1t. | do not need money; l
wish your cooperation"
Mr.. Farrand. who had taken up his
check book and a pen, laid both aside
and, turning in his revolving chair,
assumed a listening attitude.
you and 1, Mr.. Farrand," continued
the lady, belong to that class of IN
Terminates who fhourh pecuuta yflx