Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 4, 1912, Page 6

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The Cole all other shows combined. & Rice Shows give more free outside exhibitions than - ¢ 3—BIG FREE ACTS—3 .All Free to everyone. Doa’t miss it. The free Show alone is ““worth going many miles to see. ORANGE GROVE PROPER- | added :| have watched you since you were a THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., JANUARY 4, 1912. ynthia’s harm By Maria A, Crawford “Is—is it really vou?” ! Cynthia was taken off her guard, She found herself stammering like 4 school girl at her unexpected encoun- | ter with Tom Thorne. It is not uu casy task, even for a woman of the | world, to receive graciously a oA | who has failed to return her love. Three years before, at her mmlng«mti party, young as she was, she had sud- ! deuly realized that Thorne himself and his indifferently bestowed atten- tions meant more to her than anybody or anything else in her life. Simul- taneously with her knowledge of con- ditions had come his announced de- termination to travel for several years. He had worked hard for a long time— he told her in his thoroughly imper- sonai way when he had asked her to sit out a dance and he had decided to play for a while. There were certain conditions—he had said—which made a long trip imperative. “l daresay,” he had laughed as he told her good-bye, “that 1 shall run across you on your honeymoon some- where in Kurope. I wish,” he had seriously, “that something would fire your ambition, Cynthia. 1 little girl and your mental calibre is too fine to be wasted In an ordinary life, talking and dancirg with these little fellows who caper to the sound of society’s music. Good-bye and good luck to you!” A few months later when ber father died, a note had reached her from Thorne, dated in Egypt, assuring her of his sympathy for her and of his sense of personal loss. When her af- fairs had been adjusted, she went abroad for two years and then, return- ing home and finding the weather se- vere, she decided to spend the winter with a party of friends in the south. A few days after her arrival on ac- cepting an invitation to dinner, he was surprised to find Thorne there. “Cynthia,” he had echoed, “is it really you? What a long, long time since 1 went to your party to offer my homage at the court of a wuew queen! Life has certainly been gen- erous to you,” he said, noting her ma- er left my mind.” “No, 1 still like good smoke. You| and father taught me that.” “Wha' have the years you?’ | “Knowledge—of everything.” i “I wanted to be near you when your | The thought of you nev- | breught | father died. “Thank you for that. It was hard, harder, 1 think, because there was no- | body to whom I could turp. It seem-| ed so strange to me that the sun kept shining and the lttle world of human- | ity that daily passed my door went by | unheeding even though my leart was | shrouded in griel. It seemed so cruel | for the world to go on in its usual | matter-oi-fact way. 1 was the only! one, it appeared, who had been left out of the schenie of things.” “I would have come to you if 1 hnd dared to believe I could serve you.” “I tried to interest myself in busi- ness, travel and books. heart from breaking.” been 1o man whom you could love and trust?” Cynthia's throat was tight. waited 4 minute before answering. | “Yes, there was a wan. There is | 5 4 man, you know. “Can you, can you tell me abo: 1!’ him?” “There is nothing to tell. love me. [ have measured all the | men | have known by his standard and finding them to fall short, I have | clean though faltering fingers.’ I could not marry a man whom 1 didn't love in the same foolish, unworldly way that I loved—that man.” “You haven't moped about, certain, for [ have traveled a bit and never known beauty and brilliance to be as well blended as I have found them in you.” “Don't flatter, please!” begged Cyn- thia. “I want to--to know about the man. He was a fool not to care. vou know that he didn't care?” The look in her eyes at the table ' when she had said that she wished he had loved her burned in his brain and | he urged an answer. ! “How could you know that he didn't j care?” “Because he never told me." “But perhaps—Oh, Cynthia, dear, lf ran away from the pain of losing you. Maybe he was like that—" “Why, why, you laughed when you told me good-bye,” sobbed Cynuthia, ture beauty. “Oh no,” she Interrupted, all I had two years ago.” “You have never married then?” Cynthia saw a sudden light in his dark eyes as he bent almost eagerly toward her. “No,” she answered quletly. dinner was announced. Before the dinner was over Thorne reflected that Cynthia had made the most of her possibilities. He had nev- or heard a woman talk so entertain- ingly. She easily dominated the con- versation; in a quiet unassuming way, she tactfully steered the talk lnto interesting channels—art—current events—travel and matters of general futerest. The men, he knew, were se- cretly thankful that for once they had not been forced to discuss or to lis- 'un to gossip and to the small talk ' that s too prevalent. Cynthia was a type of the possible new woman, pro- gressive without syffragette tenden- cies. She was wholesome, she was “sane, she was sincere. | Thorne became conscious of the fact that a woman was questioning him. “You have known Cynthia Wayne for a long time, haven't you!” she asked curiously. ! *“Yes, ever since she was a little girl in short dresses.” “How Interesting! It's funny how she has remained single when all the men go mad over her. 1 suppose ' she sat on your knee and showed you her dolls in those old days?" question- ed the woman archly. *“You really look awfully young to have been cast in the elder brother role to a beauty,” went on the facetious one mot grant- ing him time to answer. “Cynthia,” called his loquacious neighbor, “I bet Mr. Thorne was in love with you. That's why he went abroad for several years. He admits that he assumed an elderly attitude too soon to awaken your sentimental love.” The woman laughed sbhrilly and Thorne, seeing Cynthia’s face grow white, felt a savage desire to choke the woman of too many words. “No,” Cynthia’s eyes rested on his “Life took Then suddenly. *“You laughed—" But Thorne's arms were around her | and he was holding her as if he never meant to give her up again 8o speech was impossible. “Women have a way of letting men know. Why didn't you give me a chance, Cynthia?” “Tom,” said Cynthia then, “Father told you about Bob McConnel to find out your own attitude. It has come to me. One birthday you gave me your picture in a little silver frame. I remember that 1 teased you for it I kept it on my desk and one night Father came Into my room when I had it in my hands looking at it. ‘I be lieve,” he said, ‘that old Tom is your oot imposeible he, daughter. Is it true?” he asked and | jumped up than and threw my arms around his neck and told him that—that I be lleved so, too.” “Little girl of my heart! Oh, Cyn thia, I love you." Across the garden came the voice of the lady of too many words. “l suppose they’re somewhere out there in that mad moonlight. I knew that elder brother business was all talk. I tell you, Jim, Thorne's the man. 1 saw it in Cynthbia's eyes.” “How?" asked Cynthia softly. “To keep a secret for three years and then to give it away to a dinner party!” "“Trust & womaa to find out another woman's secret! 1 hate gossipy old women but you know I think um lam going to love her.” “So am 1" sald Cynthia promptly. Not Seifish. “Mary,” sald the sick man to his wife, after the doctor had pronounced 1t a case of smallpox, “if any of my ereditors call, tell them that [ am @t least in a condition to give them something."—Tit-Bits.” Lufsey’s for a second. “I really wish that he | bad been in love with me.” Something gripped at the man's | heart and a clamorous, primitive im- pulse to take his own In the face of every odd made his retort quick and intense. “It isn't too late yet, is it, Cynthia?" He found himself a little later walk- ing in thc rose garden with the girl. A soft yellow®moon hung in the south- ern sky and lighted up the fragrant paths, sweet with flowers and the breath of magnolias. A nightingale, his breast throbbing with passion, wooed his mate with many a silvery ' trill somewhere in the dark cypress “What became of young McConnel, Cynthia? Your father thought you meant to marry him.” “Did father mention it to you?" “Yes, asked me what I thought of | him as & man.” | “How strange. I can’t understand THE PLACE OF Befter Things | that, for Bob McConnel never cared _': for me that way.” “Let's sit here on this old bench, | § | Cynthia. I've lots of things to say to | you. You don't mind?” He lighted & cigar with hands that shook. It kept my i ™ t “In all this time, Cynthia, has there | | % She | He didn't | not accepted a substitute. You see I | have closed my gate of Paradise ‘with | ...} that's | = have known many women but 1 have |: How do; 4 MISS RUBY C. DANIEL + Lakeland’s Leading News | and Stationery Store ‘?’ ——— All the leading papers and magazines. ;. | tionery, Post Cards. Senool Suyp- . plies, Cigars and Tobacco. Lobby of Edisonia Theatre — Your Patronage Will Be Appreciated Ihc lakeland Steam laundr; S one of the best equipped plants in the State having all modern machinery and what is more, w¢ have operators who know how to We want everybody's If not, why not give a trial next week? use them. laundry. Do you send yours? R. W. 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