Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 12, 1912, Page 6

PAGE SIX | HELP (Copyright, 1913, by Associated Literasy Press) Mrs. Jerry Towne could never let anything alone. She wanted to help. Her pretty home, though not exactly a heaven, was a place where mar- rlages were made. Some of them were happy. And many occurred as scheduled by the lady. Others did not. Fairlie Trent, a little pale, but quaintly lovely, had just dispensed tea in her studio while her friends—and others—viewed her winter's work. It had been a hard winter's work, fruit- ful, and with a picture hung in the salon. But Fairlle was dispirited. She did not like teas. John Carter was one of her guests. They had studied together, but he, her elder, was some laps ahead. She called him the ‘“pacemaker.” He pralsed her, but also criticised mer- cilessly and helpfully. He had come to the tea with Kittie Morse, and was now leaving with her. This fact gave Mrs. Towne an idea. She looked after the two from the window, and then came to take her leave of Fuirlle, gurgling and chat- tering. The girl heard her talk at the door to old Peter Terriss. “John Carter hasn’t eyes to see that Kittie Morse is wild about him! Her money and position would do wonders fof him, It would be salva- tion—give him travel and a chance to study abroad. He could quit do- ing pot-boflers.” Her fine imagina- tion helped her along the road of con- versation. She continued warmly: “Besides, I am convinced that he cares for her, but won't woo her because ot bis toollr sgnaitiveness about bher money. And it would keep him from marrying some poor girl—he is the sort that is bound to be in love with somebody, and that would spell sim- ply disaster! And—" She interrupt- eod herself to wave a fat little gloved hand at Fuirlle and was gone. Bbe was the last of them, and Fuirile shut the door and locked it almost savage- DON'T CHUM TO BE HAPPY KEEP WELL USE: ONLY DR. 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The joy was out of it. Fuirlle knew that John Carter, also Just making good, had suffered also. She knew better than anybody. He had told no one else. He knew she would understand. She was his com- rade. But a wife was, of course, what he needed. It was bound to come. And Kittle was pathetically tn love with him. Fairile shut herselt up and worked harder than ever. The late fall, the early winter passed, and something new came over Fuirlie that made bher world wonder. She came out of her shell. Once it had taken coaxing to make her accept Invitations. All at once she was seen everywhere. She sold a picture or two to rich people she met, she bought a few stunning gowns. Her quaint little figure, her Don't try your temper or patience, simply go to your telephone and call 62, and you will be con- nected with our Special Order Department. 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The sign was out, but he knocked, and then went in. Fuirlle flashed at him where she stood in paint apron, holding her palette, be- fore the easel where she was work- ing. He felt leagues away, though she smiled. “Go away, John! Genfus burns! Look at this—of the old wood in win- ter—and then depart!” He came over, gave a word of hearty praise to the work, and then took the girl's palette away from her. He clasped both her hands in his, despite her. : “Fairlle, what's the matter with you? For months you have not been like yourself. You have somehow shut me out of the old friendship— and I simply won't have it. Have | done anything? Tell me!"” She trem- bled in his grasp, but made herself meet his gaze and pulled her hands away. She spoke very calmly, al- most nonchalantly. “Nonsense, John. We have simply both been very busy. Of course you haven't ‘done anything!' I am glad you are doing so well.” He stood looking at her, “John, I'm glad you came in. 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CRP2VID The Jackson & Wilson Co Lakeland, Florida A knock came at the door, save herself from giving way own heart, she cried “Come in! Mra, Jerry entered. With ber Kittle, several dames of their and a negligible man or two. Last came Stephen Kingston. Falrlle had not told John that the man was still waiting for her answer. They all gathered about her and John Carter, who was measuring with a keen eye the sleek assurance of the other man. “We came to see your winter pic- ture,” breesed Mrs. Jerry. “We knew you wouldn’t mind our passing the ‘busy’ guard. Mr., Carter has also done it She was congratulating herself secretly on having helped Ste- phen Kingston to see so much of the pretty artist. Her matches seemed likely to come off as scheduled—by her. At that moment a naughty boy with an lcy ball of melting snow forever settled the case of Stephen King: ston’s aspiration to marry Fairlle. The boy flung the ball—it shattered to a thousand bits the window which Fair 5f 8§ ;; Es 256 IRONING SHIRT: If you wish § to look just ric! lle had just stepped up to ratse. SR ; At the crash all the women screamed. Fairlle did mot move, but for we make a = cried out, her nerves gone to nothing, glass raining about her, “John! John!" All her heart was in that call, and in an instant John Carter had her in his arms, forgetting the others, who were crowding about. He shook away the broken glass and found her uninjured. But he did not let her go, and she clung to him, trembling. The awful strain of the winter had told on her, and she was weaker than she knew. Finally the man heard a little giggle from Kittle. He drew Fuirlle back toward the hearth, and she pulied away from him, trying to laugh, but the tears were on her cheeks. “—] was so—frightened. I didn’t— slecp last night,” she sald nervously, but John Carter hushed her. 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John Carter ak and at less expense than you could| mogt mever saw ber, and though bhe : bake it for at home. Try just one| went where she went, she managed 48 BN oaf, never to give him & word. Thus, by grace of circumstances—and Mre. 1he Modern Bakery Barhite Brothers' % Tovse—kite stone, but her eyes were shining. Kit- cd e tie giggled again, and Kingston glared. could help T3 John went on: sender of one “My sister, out west, wants mother s with her, and that will free Fairlie peacemaker. and me to study in Europe a year. I know you will all be glad for us, every one of you!™ many a quart: gift of a box of ° Try a box on ! possibly refuse ™ 5 eating it. W Unequally Divided. Sometimes A gets credit for saying what B may have felt and thought and what C had lived for years with courage and self<denial—Miss Thack-