Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 6, 1912, Page 6

PAGE SIX YHE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., APRIL 6, 1912, : SN\ MAKES A | QUICK NEED ~ FOR .. THE MEDICINE THAT'S GUARANTEED S NSNS N R. KING’S NEW DISCOVERY TAKE THIS RELIABLE REMEDY FOR COUGHS AND COLDS WHOOPING COUGH AND ALL BRONCHIAL AFFECTIONS PROMPT USE WILL OFTEN PREVENT PNZUMONIA AND LUNG TROUBLE PRIOE 500 and $1.00 SOLD AND QUARANTEED BY ALL DRUGGISTS 7/ = ADOLLAR WILL DO THE WORK OF TWO. We Don't Talk Cheap Groceries BUT WE DO TALK VALUES Our volume of business enables us to buy Quaiity At Its Lowest Price Hence a’dollar will buy more of us than "elsewhere. Tryit and See, 7 cans baby size cream..... AN SR 25 3 cans Challenge milk....... s Gl A s e 25 12-pound bag flour..........cccccviiiiiiiiiiiiii i, 40 24-pound bag flour . ........ . 80 1-2 barrel bag flour.........ccc00cneniiiiniian, VeNHAYY 2.90 Oats, per bag............... VRV bR e 225 Corn, per bag ..... i B S 1.80 Rex Brand Hams, no paper to pay for, per pound............ Bt Picnic Hams, per 1b...........00c0vevnnnn. NN g e v W18 Breakfast aBeon, per 1b..........................0i0asls 20 10-pound pail Sea Foam Lard..- .-+ .. «.0 v vevinnnnnn, 90 10-pound pail Snow Drift Lard........................... 1.15 10-pound pail Cottoleme .......---.ooooovinnnnen oo, 1.26 4 cans family size cream................................ 25 BIOTE PERBAR (. .o i et eesaaa 1.85 L B e R R e I s 2.20 VL R R R e e s e 2.20 (E.G. TWEEDELL IDON'T Try to slice your breakfast bacon with that old dull knife, as it will be so thick that when cooked it will be so tough that you can’t eat it. Let us slice it with [he Packing House Market Slicing Machine. Po- lite service in stock all the time. [ | W.P. PILLANS & CO. The Pure}Food Store . Ask the Inspector The Telegram Is Up-To-Now The Three Spears By Maud J. Perkins (Copyright, 1911, by Associated Literary Press.) A girl was riding toward Holcomb, riding like the wind on a wiry pinto. Behind her was an escort of four Yaqui maidens, who did not @isplay the grace and abandon of their leader. She brought her horse up standing within a few feet of Holcontb’s own. and the adventurer say that she was not Indian at all, but pure Spanish. Her creamy, oval face, full scarlet lips and eyes like pools of black water { made her very attractive. The black eyes appraised Holcomb‘ swiftly. He sat his horse like a cow- boy, but the pack animal behind was laden with the outfit of the prospector. He was bronzed by hot suns, and his handsome face carried an expression of bold fearlessness that just escaped recklessness. ‘Senor,” she szid abruptly in Span- |Ilh, “don’t go to the ‘Three Spears.'” “Why?” demanded Holcomb abrupt- ly. For an instant his eyes gought the shimmering southwest, whére three slender peaks arose from the gray of the desert into the hard blue of the sky. “Danger!” With the single word the girl wheeled her horse abruptly and set off at a gallop toward the river with her cavalcade. Their goal was a herd of cattle which was straying from the vicinity of the settlement. Holcomb, pondering, rode on to the Yaqui town. It was situated near the only water within forty miles, a stream sunk deep in a cleft of the rocks. It was far below the level of the half desert prairie that stretched away to the mountains. The huts and tents of the town were grouped on a shelf just above high water, Twoscore yards below the town, near where the women were washing clothes, the river dived into a deep orifice in the mountainside. Running at right angles with the stream was a Riding Like the Wind. range of mountains to the west, ter minating in the distance with the “Thre Spears.” Picking his way down to the river, along a trail steep and dangerous, Holcomb replenished his water supply, bought meal of the sullen Indians, and set out on his way to the west again. As he climbed to the plateau a chief halted him with upraised hand—a tall man with stern brown face and nar- row eyes. “The stranger must not go to the ‘Three Spears,’” he grunted. Holcomb returned the hostile gaze with calmness. He rolled a husk cig: arette, lighted it and shook the reins. “I heard you, chief,” he answered. The Indian stepped ungraciously aside. An hour later Holcomb noted four dots on the mnorthern horizon—two mounted Yaquis with pack horses, swinging out and ahead of him in a wide half-circle, Holcomb was up next morning at the earliest break of dawn, for the “Three Spears” were less than a day’s Journey away and he was anxious to reach them. At noon, when he stop- ped for a hasty lunch, he was within the mouth of the defile which led to the higher fastnesses, He was tigthening the cinch of his horse, for the trail ahead was steep and narrow, when a sound caused him to wheel. The Spanish girl of the day before was coming toward him, Her thin dress was torn and her moccasins were cut to shreds. There were angry bruises on her bare arms and she limped as she walked. “You must go back!” she cried urgently in Spanish; “the ‘Three Spears’ mean death.” His mouth set in an obstinate line. “I've traveled for six weeks to see the ‘Three Spears.”’ They say there's gold there; that's why the Indians guard them so closely.’ The girl laid an imploring hand on his arm. “No, no!” Her earnestness could not be mistaken. “There is no gold there. But in the valley of the ‘Three Spears’ is the burial-place of the tribes. The Great Father comes there. And the white man must not see. “It he profanes the valley with his footsteps, he dies. Even now the guards are waiting. They will kill you it you go on.” Holcomb’s face fell. “I don’t care much about graveyards,” he muttered. “If there’s no gold, 'm not curious | hearted people, but are usually about But,” he asked abruptly, “what are you doing with this tride?” “My father had a ranch—there.” She rointed to the southwest. *“He died three months azo, and the Yaquis seized our cattle and horses. I am a prisoner, though they treat me kindly. They are afraid 1 would bring the rurales if they freed me.” “How did you get here?” “The senor saw where the water flows into the mountain? At sundown when they were not watching, I let my- self into the river, and was carried through to the other side. I had seen the boys do it in play. | | “It was very dark, and the current is swift. Sometimes I struck upon the rocks, but the dear Virgin protected me, and I came into the blessed air again. After one passes through the | mountain there is a secret path, much shorter than the horse must take, to, the ‘Three Spears.’ So I was in time |to warn the senor.” | Holcomb seized the girl's hands im- pulsively in his own. “You did that for ! me?" he asked wonderingly. “But you | were hurt—you must have been {n- ! jured on the cruel rocks.” “No,” she replied; “a few bruises. They are nothing. And I did it for my- self, too, senor. I wanted to be free again.” The cowboy-prospector burst into English: “You're sure a plucky little kid! I'll get you back to civilization, or bust a laig!” ‘Texas’ Holcomb may have been a pretty tough citizen, but he ain't an ongrateful one. How do we get out of here? Them Injuns may come surgin’ down any time. An’ I ain't goin’ t' take chances—with you along.” The girl smiled and colored at the look in his brown eyes. “The four horses are hidden just below,” she re- plied, also in English and without ac- cent. “We must take them and go north, If you do not come soon into their valley, they will creep back and find our footsteps. If we leave the horses they will follow.” “Good; we'll take the horses then. Lead on; I'll follow. What may I call you, ma'am?” “My name is Isabella de la Barro, but father called me ‘Chiquita.’” “‘Chiquita’—that means ‘little one.’ Chiquita it is!” They found the hidden animals with- out trouble. The pack animals were laden with food, and with water in skins, This, explained Chiquita, was because the two Yaquis were going on a search for poorly-guarded cattle after Holcomb had been disposed of and his belongings appropriated. The girl swung into the saddle of one of the horses, and they were off. By sundown they had put several miles between themselves and thé dan- gerous “Three Spears.” Chiquita i cooked supper on the fire which Hol. |8 comb built, and never had the pros- pector tasted a meal more delicious. Holcomb treated her as he would bave his sister treated under similar circumstances. At night she slept the sleep of Innocence and honest fatigue in his one blanket, while he shivered and dozed, since it grew chill when the sun went down. By day they plodded northward at a good pace, Holcomb, “with his head on his shoulder,” for there was danger of pursuit. But the Yaquis, evidently dis- couraged because of the start which the fugitives had obtained, and the number of fresh horses at their com- mand, did not follow them. Chiquita was an ideal traveling com- panfon. She was always bright and gay, delighted with what the moment brought, and taking no thought of the morrow. She was quick to see the changing beauties of the vast country and point them out to Holcomb. Some- times, with chidlish impulsiveness, she tugeed at his sleeve or clasped his browned wrist, and he thrilled at her touch as the strings of the harp re- spond to the hand of the player. After two weeks they came at last to the sight of a town nestling in a hollow below the ridge of hills on which they stood. It was mid fore- noon. The clear air etched the hamlet with wonderful distinctness. They could see the toy men and women in the streets. “There’s Ascension, Chiquita,” sald Holcomb; “ain't you glad?” “Yes,” replied the girl, lstlessly. The adorable sparkle had died out of her piquant face, “So am L” went on the prospector. “Do you know why, little one?” l She turned grave eyes upon him. “Why, my friend?” “Because there's a priest there. Un- less—" he added humbly, after a! pause, “you don't want me. I know I ain’t good enough—" The girl, rosy with happiness, flung herself into his arms. “Why, dearest one,” she said, in her liquid Spanish, “I have loved thee always!” Rising to the Occasion. “Fifty dollars!” cried Batkins, after the judge had named the fine. “Why, judge, that's an outrage. I admit 1 was going too fast, but $50—" ‘Them’s the figgers,” said the judge, coldly. “All right, I'l pay,” said Bstkins,i’ “but I'll tell you right now I'll never | come through this town again.” “That’s 80,” said the judge. “Wa-al, | by gorry, I'm sorry. You've been a | mighty good customer. Bill,” he added, | turning to the sheriff, “hang crape on the courthouse, will ye? This here gentleman’s about to pass on for i ever."—Harper's Weekly. The English as Klaw Sees Them. Mr. Marc Klaw, the American theat- rical manager, who was quoted as | saying that the English “are just | about as emotional as a Limburfer cheese,” writes that what he really | sald was: “The English are a urno{ | | | as demonstrative as fromage de Rrie” (a large flat cheese). Paint pays---that is, good good paint does. The sun cannot dry out the lumber ang start cracks and crevices for moisture ¢ creep into, in buildings well painted. But an yp. painted house or barn—exposed to the weather... is soon beyond satisfactory repair. Don't put off painting a single day, The cost of the best paint and the cost of the best painter are less than the cost os renewing a weather-beaten barn. We sell the best paints mawne---easy to apply---look well---wear well. Let us show you some houses and barns on which onr paint has been used, RSPV The Jackson & Wilson Co. 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