Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, July 24, 1912, Page 2

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MY LINE INCLUDES Newspapers Magazines Stationery Post Cards Cigars Come and see me before pur- chasing elsewhere. Your patronage appreciated. Miss Ruby Daniel News Stand Lobby of Edisonia Theater. S. L. A, CLONTS DEALER IN Real [state vffice in Clonts’ Building. CITY AND COUNTRY PROPERTY— ROME FINE BARGAINS. THE EVENING TELEBGRAM, LAK ELAND, FLA., JULY 24, 1912. |Olive’s Prisoner By ROBERT H. BROWN (Copy The girl standing in the doorway of the ranch house shaded her eyes with one hand and looking away saw noth- ing save the green expanse of grass broken here and there by a jag-ed! fence rail. There were some maple trees about the house, but beyond the confines of the yard there was noth- ing but grass. There was no sound to break the stillness of the September afternoon except the long chirrup of insects and the buzzing of bees among the flower beds. From the stables came the oc- casfonal stamp of hoofs. Olive Cole was all alone. Even the Chinese cook had muttered something about finding mushrooms in the far meadow, and flapped his way out of sight. Olive strongly suspected that he was playing fantan at some rendez- vous with several fellow countrymen from the other ranches. The men had talked about it. She wished he had not gome this| very afternoon when her parents had gone to Red Tree station and the place was deserted. It was the first time she had been left alone, but she was not afraid, for in the belt that clasped her trim waist was an efficlent little revolver. An eagle soared like a speck in the blue heaven. Beneath him a hawk circled. Then out of the silence came the thud of hoofs on the turf and there ! dashed into view a horse and rider tearing out of the Red Tree trail. The horse scuffled to a standstill down at the gate to the corral, his rider glipped to the ground and darted into the barns while the animal snuffed the air for a moment and then galloped { madly past the house, turning to the { right and vanishing down the trail to the hidden spring. v I “Oh dear!" cried Oliv | hand above her her | She recognized t1 | | one of the arim trazedies ¢ i It had happened once Lot ', had never foreoften th |'eattlemen led the horeod “ Iyneh him with ll ‘ h cam of other hoof « and a doze drew rein at the y “Afternoon, Migs Olive,” gaid the leader wiping lhis moist forehead “Yore pa around?” “No—he's gone to Red Tree, Hall.” “Any of the boys here?” “All over on the range. anything T ean do for you?" The sheriff replaced his hat and glanced around at the determined- looking men in his party. Mr. Is there “The fact is we're after a chap that | was riding a dark bay with a white ndse. Aln't seen any such party?” He looked keenly at her from under his hat brim. “I saw & horse rush past here and turn down toward Hidden Spring” sald Olive. “Was there a man on him?" “No—not even a saddle.” “Was he a dark bay with a white nosa?” “I couldn’t tell exactly—he went =o fast. T am gure he was dark” sald the girl quietly. * “Then what hecame of him? manded Hall, turning to his panions. “Must have slipped off at the cross- roads and cut for the timber.” “We better divide up then. Half of vou fellows go back and follow the other trail and the rest of us will go down to Hidden Spring. You might look through the stables before you g£0.” The sheriff rode away with six of his men and the others left thelr horses and tramped toward the sta- bles. Olive followed them, her heart in her throat. She hoped the fugitive, whoever he was, might have hidden himself securely. She despised cattle thieves, but she had a tender regard for human life—indeed for life of any description and she would not have killed a jack rabbit. As for her re volver, she carried it to frighten more than to wound. As the men gearched the stables and the barns with the thoroughness of long practice, Olive quaked inwardly. It would be a clever man indeed who could have escaped their scrutiny. The horses in the stalls stamped nerv. ously as the searchers peered around and even Olive's cream colored pony snapped at her when she Iald a caressing hand on its nose. “Nothing doing here”” declared Hank Holmes as they tramped out of the building. “What has he done?” asked Olive, finding her voice with difficulty “Been rustling the Enclishman's cattle. Caught him last night riding one of the horses—same one yon saw, 1 guess, and he got away from us! Slick as a whistle—said he was the Englisher himself.” com- ouely. “Bluffing. The Englisher ain‘t ever | deen here but once and nobody except | Callahan, the boss, saw him. e | took him to Callahan last night and he sald it was a falry storr—said he'd | never seen the varmint before. Said | the Englisher, Hayden's Lis name, was | emall and dark and this chap's big| and light. Looks like a Swede. Tell | yore pa, will you, Mies Olive, he ight, 1912, by Assoclated Literary Press.) | Aty de | “Wasn't he?” inquired Olive curt.| —————— | | ! might come aiong tnis way after dark.” “I will tell him,” saild Olive, smil- | ing stiffly. | She watched them ride away to- | ward the timbered lands and she | looked keenly in every direction be- fore she returned to the barn. Then | she stood in the doorway, with her | back to the Interfor, and asked in & | very shaky volce: | “Are you there?” “Yes,” said a muffled voice, and | Olive turned to discover a man's big | frame emerging from the hay that | filled her pony's manger. | “You are hurt!” she cried, for a lit- tle stream of blood was trickling down his hand. ! He wiped it away. _One of those | silly brutes prodded me with a pitch- i fork,” he sald carelessly. “I'm aw- ! fully obliged to you—because you éid ot betray my presence here. May I ask why you spared me?” He smiled down at her. Her quick | glance noted that this was mo or- | dinary cattle thief it he were one at | all. Nelther was he a Swede. Big | and blond and extremely goodlooking, | he was dressed in rough gray flan- | nels with brown leather riding boots. | His falr head was hatless and as he | stood there looking down at her with | that keen blue glance Olive was con- | vinced that the sheriff and his posse | had made a ridiculous mistake. “You are Mr. Hayden?" she asked. “I was until last night,” he smiled, “but these fellows have given me the lle 80 many times since then that 1 | begin to doubt my own identity. Why, even my foreman, Callahan, swore to | my face that I wasn't myself!” | “I never could bear that Callahan,” declared Olive emphatically. “I've seen him so many times in company | with disreputable Mexicans from over the border that I've never thought him honest.” “You've hit it, exactly. 1 was trail- ing him last night after one of his | excursions when the sheriff got hold of me. You gee Callahan had told me | 21l about it as soon as I arrived and i had reason to suspect the fellow. Well, I'm here to stay, if I can con- vince your neighbors of my identity tofore they deal out what they calli . | Peculiar Scotch Mirage. The easterly wind is belleved to have been accountable for the curious mirage which was witnessed some days ago over the eastern area of the Firth of Forth in Scotland. The tower and upper portion of the May Island lighthouse had the appearance of floating in mid-air, and the rocks looked as if they were surrounded by trees. The spectacle attracted a good deal of attention, and an attempt was even made to photograph it. Eyes Demand Repose. Many people cannot remain unoccu- pled, and in their moments of leisure hasten to seize a book or a plece of embroidery. These are undoubtedly excellent means of distraction, but they are fatiguing for the eyes, upon which they impose continuous work without a break. One must know how to repose the eyes just as one consid- ers it quite natural to rest the muscles after a fatiguing walk. Always an “If.” Life is governed by “ifs” at every stage. The Let, A mother jeg apple-tree. | apple—no |, observer, - that apple: didn't pick ;- in chorus, 4y in an injureg o, seli’ that jyg mean—the o up an'—ap’ While—we Make Les of the > Know morrow what of Chesterfielq, e YOUR DOLLARS wi DO DOUBLE DUTY At our great SUIT SALE. A I dollar bill takes any suit in the house, consisting of Priestlv Mohairs, Serges and Cassimers. Sale limited to stock, GIVE YOUR MONEY A CHaNCE i 5o yon retire to the upporj I there until T talk with | rfeetly reasonable, ! rot on Ca ow matters " saild Hay: “I hate to f T want to fight me [ better keep ont | waited until he had disap dim upper loft, and! the i r of the hay had/| ard he had ealled down a! hoery: “All right-o!” she gped back | (1o the house to await her father's return. Presently the sheriff and his six men came riding back leading the bay | horse, “What Inrk?" called Olive. “What you see'" growled Hall un- | amlably. “Saw your Chink and a | halt a dozen others with a gambliog lay-out down at Hidden Spring. Broke that up, all right!” His grim face relaxed. “You didn’t hurt Wah Lee, did you?” she asked quickly, and as they laughed she added faintly: “You know father says he was the best cook we ever had.” “He's coming now—seems to be alive!” retorted Hall as they went on their way. Olive 1in 1 | | ward the house. He was walling to | In one hand he carried his severed pigtall and acute anguish was writ- ten on his flat yellow countenance. save communion with his gods and the burning of much joss could as- suage his mortification. Then came Olive's parents. First exacting secrecy from them she told them the story. Mr. Cole shook his head In strong disapproval. “It doesn't do to oppose the law, my Wah Tee was trotting quickly to- { Olive comforted him with what |§ words ghe could muster, but nothing | § [ THE : JOB, L = eVAY WOtis Hurige: Building Contractor FOR SAL Your me figure on small. A posta! attention. work. Lock Box 415, or Pu Lakelan Il 1 b Timber, Turpentine. Lands, Choice C Tracts at Low Prices, Florida Homes and Groves ¢ Rolling Land, Situated on Beautiful Lakes, Payie beary and Trucking Farms. as represented by us. Ohlinger Opposite New Depot, himself in & heart-broken sort of way. | & dear,” he sald before he went out to the barn. When he returned there was an- other expression on his stern face. “Olive's right—I belleve it is Mr. Hayden, after all. I'l go over and set the boys on Callahan’s trafl.” It was late at night when fifteen men rode up to Cole's ranch and an- nounced that Bill Callaban had been caught. They were quite ready to apologize to the big Englishman when he had been extricated from his perch in the loft. “I owe my life to you, Miss Olive,” he said to her later in the evening as he took his ceparture. “lI am very glad,” she sald, shyly withdrawing her hand from his. “S8o am L he sald heartily. Weeks afterward he came to tell Olive that he owed his life to her and he wanted to pay the debt. | And when Sheriff Hall received his wedding invitation he mopped his brow and gasped. “Gosh. but that gal of Cole’s came | i mighty nigh being an old maid, didn't che?” And those who had accompanied | Imm that dav nodded solemnly in the | afirmative. Occasionally. | Inquirer—Do You ever get into trou- | ble on account of careless pedestrians? | Chauffeur—Sometimes; the last time | 1 ran ': ‘0 one I smashed a $6 lamp all to &1 (hereens Jersey Farmer’s Invention. A New Jersey farufer has patented an attachment to temporarily fasten & loose shoe to a horse’s foot. 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