Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, September 17, 1912, Page 2

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RAYMONDO BUILDING Lobby of Edisonia Theater. ‘ THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAR LAND, FLAL, SEP POCR OLDWHITNEY - The: MATCHMAKER Hapay Result of the Killing of a Cow. By MARIAN GORDON. The road was very (uiet save for the evening song of birds and the tinkling bells of home-coming cows. Elida Bissell leaned over the gate and watched the straggling line of animale crossing the dusty road from the pasture to the open gate that led to the barnyard. 0ld Whitey strolled at the end of the procession pausing to nibble at the parched grass by the roadside while her master labored with the refractory latch of the pas- ture gate. Suddenly there came the blare of a motor horn and around the curve at the top of the hill there darted a big red touring car. It came plunging down toward the luckless Whitey who had pausged in its path to stare curiously at the oncoming monster. Crash! There was a frightened bellow from poor Whitey uttered with her last hreath, a scream from Eljda who had closed her eyes tightly, a roar of warning from Simon Bissell at the instant of impact, Then the big car wobbled on from side to side of the road, gained speed and disap- peared in a cloud of dust. The red car had left disaster in its wake for old Whitey lay a still white bulk in the hedge. S¥mon Bissell stamped across the road pale with passion. He was an elder in the church and did not swear but his expression was such that Elj- da seemed to hear the profanity of this thoughts. “Oh, father, don't!” she cried, im pulsively “You- -you saw it?" he demanded “Of course—-it is dreadful! Poor old Whitey. Do vou suppose she is d!'ad?" “Humph!™ Simon went up to the prostrate animal and examined her Whitey was dead Hot tears spring to Simon's eye Whitey had been the tirst cow he had ever owned. When Lie b rricd Elida’s mother she had broneht the beautitul white cow as part of h dowry. Elida might cry openly over the loss of the pet cow and he k his wife would mourn its 3 she came back from her visit 1o tant city, hut i1 mon Bissell to red motor car he ceuld “What a coward that man must have heen!” excliimed Elida later as they ate supper together. Simon nodded. “He'll stop and set- tle with me the next time he comes this way,” he said significantly. “What do you mean, father? Sup- pose he Jjust tears past as he did today.” “I'll. make him stop.” declared Si- mon moodily and later, when Elida saw him cleaning his shot gun and loading 1t she understood. “Please don’t do anything like that, father,” she pleaded tearfully. “Of courss we loved old Whitey but vou can’t take a man’s life In return for that of a cow no matter how val- uable.” “I dldn’t say | would take body's life, ‘Lida,” he said “but I will make him stop an wWith me the hound!” “Bat you might kil Inm by mistake it you shot at the car.” “No danger,” aseured Simon grimly and thereupon he replaced the loaded weapon on the wall and went out to the barn. Elida’s pretty face was troubied as she finished washing the dishes and walked slowly out to the scene of the late tragedy Whitey still lay there in the hedge and in a locust tree above her «tfll form of robin was singing its evening hymn. “It's poor requiem,” thought Elida walked away. Her foot struck something hard ind flat and she stooped and picked from the dust the number plate fron an automobile. The number was 444 “Now. father can identify him «ith. out trouble or violence” murn red Elida hastening foward the hous But ghe paused and drew back as there came the warning sound ¢ a motor horn from the top of the hLill and once more the red car su. pt down. this time at a more sober Vace The solitary occupant made no m« rion to stop the car and as he neared 1:11da she stilled her natural shyness nd waved her hand at him “Oh, please stop!” she cried «: To her surprise the red car to a etandstill within a few Whitey's recumbent form and u good looking voung man cap and smiled at her “Is something the matier!” he in- quired Elida flushed indignantly. “Perhaps vou kill ®0 mainy cows that one ani mal more or less does not count,” she flashed. “l dont understand,” he returned with a puzzled look. “1 will confess to having slaughtered several chickens in my mad career but my consclence I8 quite blameless of cows” There was a smile in his blue eves that a dis part of Si vy the victim of the and cateh the culprit if any- vitle Whitey'a a8 she <orly. removed '“ii | Elida resented. “What do you call that?" gh inting 1o Whitney “By Jove, a dead cow! Yo 1 killed it?” asked, do i I saw you do she retorted, | { scornfully. “When?"” ‘About an he He glanced = —— - bis warch. "At six- ty 1 was dining over at the coun- | club. | L von't had this car out hefore today but 1 would bhe vou--I should think you vd to deny it—and Lere is the very number you lost from | it at the time " 444, see, it is like the | number on the front of the car!” Elida looked very lovely as she | stood there in her fresh pink gown with her breeze blown brown hair about her flushed face. He got out and looked at the bBCkw of the car where there was no num- ber. “You are right,” he said gravely., “But 1 assure you that I know nothing | about the accident. Iam John Mason | of Rosendale and 1 will make every effort to find the person who used my car and who is responsible for the killing of your cow. Belleve me, 1 am very sorry, indeed.” Elida found herself placing faith in his statement, She gave him the number plate and saw him drive away for he explained that he had an im- portant engagement that evening and must hasten. It was not until the red car had disappeared and she met her fnther‘ % panting toward her that Elida remem- | 5/ hered. “Did you let that scamp go?" he demanded. Elida explained the situation. “And you let him go and take the number plate with him?” he asked | when she had finished. “He said he would come back and I helieve he will,” sald Elida. ‘Why do you believe him?" Elida blushed to the roots of her fair hair. She was glad that the twi- light hid her embarrassment from her father's eyes, How could she explain to him that she had gazed into the blue eyes of a complete stranger and trusted him implicitly? He would not understand-—FElida did not understand herself, “He said he would come “I'l stop him next time!" threat- ened Ssmon grimiy. The mext day Whitey's remains no longer lay by the roadside. The red | automobile did not come back. Day atter day passed and Simon Bissell | sut on his doorstep with his shotgun heside him waiting for the the red car. Elida grew pale and anx fous over the possible tr ly that mizht result from her fatl $ angel over the loss of his favorite cow, “If he had only stopped and ex plained instead of running away, i would not huve cared so much,” he muttered once “He will come some day, am sure,” Elida murmured. “He won't pet by!” | ; | There:ter Blida watehed the road with paiviul anxiety At every sound of a motor horn she would rush to the front door but not once did she ree- ognize the red car or its occupant, Her father kept as close watch as she did and his lo&dded gun stood at his hand just within the barn door when he was at work or in the Kitchen when he was at the house. Oncee, at the very risk of her life be- cause Elida was afraid of fircarms, and knew little about them, the girl dlscharged both barrels of the weap- on. Simon was in Plantville and did not know that the gun he continued to carry was unloaded. One evening there sounded the fa- miliar horn from the hill top. Ellda paled and flew to the door but her fa- ther was quicker for he had grasped | hig gun and dashed to the front yard. He raised the gun to his shoulder and fired - but there was no gound, no ex plogion The red automobile was drawing to a standstill. In it were two men. One was the yvoung man Elida had talked to aud the other was a dark, rather surly looking person dressed as a chauffeur. Elida was at the gate instantly. “l have to apologize for my delay in coming,” said John Mason gravely, “but the death of my father bas pre vented my attending to the matter before thie. I find that Francois, my chauffeur here, was the guilty man. He was using the machine without permission and admits killing your father's cow. 1 have come to settle the matter.” When the settlement was concluded satisfactorily 1o the farmer and the motorist, Simon Bisgell looked keenly at his daunghter Did vou draw the charge out of my gun, Elida?" he asked. ‘Yes, father--or, rather, I fired it— vou might have killed somebody, you know.” “Young manu, you can thank my daughter for savimg your life,” said Simon Bissell solemnly. “I had that gun Maded 1o kill and I've been in a most unchristian frame of mind for weeks. | guess I'll go in and have a little session of praver—there's some matters got to be cleared be- tween me and the Lord before I'll feel easy again.” He shook hands with { John Mason and went inside “I shall have to come again and thank you for that, whispered, leaning “May 1 come?” There was such pleading in his eyes that Elida could only say "Yes,” and that made her so supremely that in a spirit of contrition over her unseemly joy she made a wreath of marigolds and placed them on old Whitey's grave. 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