Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, December 20, 1911, Page 9

Iy Carts in all styles. . the Christmas tree. Make ‘e ones happy by having a THANKING OUR FRIENDS AND PATRONS FOR THE BUSI- NESS THEY HAVE EXTENDED US THE PAST SEASON, WE WISH ALL A MERRY CHRIST- MAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK Few Sug 4 O |B)] Fabrics at prices to e . o a We have a complete line oi‘ Art Squares in Axministers, Tapestrics, 4 5] [ &3 | Wools suit cvery purse. and gestions for Lakeland Furniture & Hardware Co. Rock and be merry, nothing will make you our and thstaninals all pinishes. Christmas Buifet e present than Let us o butiel or china closet. shiow you ony line, 1 }) y | Rockers vipter thay rocking in They are fine, good, Her Good_é‘ense Iy Frances A. Corey (Yt 100, by Assoclated Literary Press.) £ i succession of discour- s, and the little narrow tv came up to a dead halt «1 Vermont valley. ¢xclaimed a chorus of arving degrees of annoy- di st. frint sat suddenly erect. tagnificent personage, ag- 14 overbearing, much too t=sed for a journey into the sperating! There's no long we will be delayed! 't due at Stormcliff in an “ats wrong. 1 wonder?” 4 t Pilssengers were pouring lingy little coaches on a ¢ lzation. Mrs. Van Brunt i the car window as they + 1 1he track, then her cold e landscape. An ex- smothered in ned stily to jretty girl with dark, ¢ copper gleams in her ¥ dear, didn't we sandwiches along? puss the time.” & small handbag and Aunt Helena. 1 She had ris- ¥ into the aisle. vulk about.” T a step! You'll get I just heard one of ‘v we'd be here for a nger.” i to leave the car® nt, majestically. ame into the girl's is the harm? You \unt Helena.” And e door, nt sailed after her. spiotches in the th k I don't know, Lissed. “That farm- T is where you wen. U the McAlisters! I Le picture om your t home.” Lbie, a queer little € "It's such a dear Tant a good look at it. © are in Europe. The “d—nobody will know.” ‘¢4 on again with shining 4 ‘_'fr times when even Mrs. ™ e“:"ed not cross the girl. s Der bave her way? Fate W7ed a shabby trick in permit Uraln to break down at this her | her | ! outer door swung open, and a tall young man—Duncan Vance himself— | came forth, | “Miss KirkLy—you!" he exclaimed i with a warmth of greeting that deep- !ened the color in Connie’s cheeks. j"()h, 1 see!” as his glance fell upon { the train below. “The little dinky | got tuckered out. It usually does, ‘somewhere on the road. Lucky it I should be at my very door!” *“I thought—I had heard—you were abroad,” Connie faltered, all her dim- ples flashing and playing bewilder- lingly. [ e | Each Nook Had Its Memory. | particular point. But the worst that could come from it was the awaken- 'Ing of memories that might better | slumber. | “I thought you had more sense’ | she said ungraciously lifting her | skirts to alight from the car course I can't let you go | about the dreadful place alone.” | Connie climbed the slowly, | glancing from right to Each | nook and corner had its bi sweel memory. But for the ponderous fig d have | ure close beside her. she | been unable to restrain her sobs Presently a curve in the brought them close to-the old house, a rambling affair nestiing ccnfiding- Iy under great trees. Comnie stopped short. So did Mrs. Van Brunt. The windows were open, the curtains sway- ing in the breeze | “Sowcbody's there!” the elder wom- an exclaimed. “Yes, my friends belicve I weat with the McAlisters in Jupe. But I stole away all by myself t> study up path A look passed between the two that made Mrs, Van Brunt writhe. Was all her plotting and wire-pulling to come to naught? She had counted on definitely settling her niece's fu- ture within twenty-four hours. Now the one man who could spoil her lit- tle game had unexpectedly crossed their path, “l hear the warning whistle,” she exclaimed. “We must hasten back.” Duncan Vance walked down to the train with them. He and Connie chatted in accents of suppressed ex- citement, but Mrs. Van Brunt kept close at their heels. She hurried Connie into the coach, but the young man stood at the window until the train began to move. “I shall see you again soon,” he called after them, “Not if I can help it!” Mrs. Van Brunt ejaculated to herself. Some hours later Connie stood on the broad veranda at Stormeliff. The sun had gone down behind Stratton mountain. Al the leseer heights, the fir-crowned slopes, were wrapped in a wonderful opal haze, Several things had happened since thelr arrival. Colonel &alvert, their host, a railro: president, with no immediate tamily of his own, had | shown them over the beautiful hou | Then Jack, his handsome nephew, hal | cscorted Conuie through the grounds. Afterward Mrs. Van Brunt | bad unearthed from her trunk a v | lovely gown, ber latest purchase for | her niece | “Of course this is no mere pleasie trip,” wag her cold-blooded declura tion. “Make the most of your oppor | tunity, my dear. You will never hi ¢ such another ew, a graceless scamp, | imagine; bt | Jack ought to get the lion’s share of ! the money. If you let him slip | through your fingers because of any | foolishness, you'll get no more help ! from me.” It was not Jack's face that danced betore the girl's eyes as she arrayed f in the grudginglygiven finery Indeed, had she not become very fond f Colonel Calvert, whose acquaint e had made in New York ti« s winter, she would never b d to come to Stormeliff. He a n an alinost paternal interesi from the first rvous £obs were very near th e e as ske £l00d there and watch d the sun go down. Her fate was in her own bhands. She liked lux iry and hated poverty. It was per fectly clear why this invitation to ) the Calvert summer home had been exte Cold, common sense ad- monished her to accept thankfully | what the gods had provided But | she didn't love Jack—she never could love him! It would be a case of bar- ter and sale— A firm, quick step crossed the ver- anda. She saw Jack comisg and ber heart leaped into her throat. What There's another neph- | A face appeared and vanished, the I Tar the book I'm writing on Forestry, %shuuhl she gay to him? i I've put in six weeks of solid work.” Ten minutes later it had been saia =—all uncertainty s over forever, ]‘J:l(‘k had rushed away, snapping at her angry words. And now she must face her aunt’s bitter upbraidings. She knew the price she would have to pay-—poor | clothes, plain Nving, uncongenial mt her heart sang within her, i Mrs. Van Rrunt would call her a sen- (timental fool; but she felt that she had done the wise and sensible thing. Slowly the last gleam of daylight faded; stars flashed into the darken- ing sky. Colonel Calvert met her as | she re-entered the house, and drew her into the big drawing room, into { the brilliant gaslight, “So you have refused Jock?” There was an amusod gleam in his shrewd pray eyes as they searched her face “Why? Don't bhe afraid- tell me, my dear. Why did you do it?” Down went her head upon his shoul- der, “I found 1 couldn't - sell gell,” she Lalterad , Colonel Calvert gtroked her pled hair tenderly, “That's you showed good sense der If there isnt somebody else who has a better show than poor Juck?” Connie started back, pale and trem Ihllnx The rum where sudden tear was unfound ed, He gave o low whistle evidently | a slgnal. A v in A lony motor eoat n the hallway came swiltly favorite nephew Punecan nel Calvert with twinkling oy« “I wanted to be sure | you were worthy of him, my dear; so I let Jack have the first chance, Dut I knew you'd stand the test all right.” Johnny Solved Essay Problem. The teacher had requosted that each of the pupils wri of a ball game ith the exception of Johnny all the children went to ! work with a will. Johnny sat, seem- ingly enwrapped in thought, piving no sign that he intended ting. When time was called and the children handed in their pape nny offered the excuse that he had been unable to write anything Th" teacher v rn wnded him ge- verely, telling that che would give i kim five mir more in ich to | rroduce omcthing John thoughtfully but pide 1 write. The minute slipped by. “You have a hall minute left,” said the teacher Johnny started, loar off a few words on t handed it in The teacher was su | tonished when her | words: “No game—raln.” Good News for Mamma. Lisa (writing to mamma)—I miss you very much. Fortunately papa is very happy, probably to cheer me up; kind papa!—Pliegende Blatter. ed over, dashed paper and ired and as- met the my- | Now, | won | hort description | Just Received A Complete Line of LADIES’ 16-BUTTON KID GLOVES Also 24 Pairs Ladies’ HIGH BUTTON VELVET SHOES Thesc and many othcr Noveltics at the Store of J.W.CHILES B T RITN, ©,uRg When Yot Want A Set of Harness A Lap Robe An Automcbile Robe or anything required for ridingior driving, see M’GLASHAN The Hustling Harness and Buggy ™an Two Stores 1909-111 South Florida PAGE THRE" . 1 [ | i . t { | 4% 1 ] | . J { 1 L ! i 0 Vo