Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 15, 1912, Page 6

PAC u BIX Pl BVENING TELEGE 981, 1,4 LAND. FLA,, OCF, 15, 1913, “~ ! | ; nl * +he heard a AR T i N VIR any fear g of burglars if you papers, valuabies ard jewelry in our deposit keep your vanlts —~built on the most seientific modern lines by the world’s greatest 5 PG, i e, thett, vte, safe mikers, e N. K. LEWIS, Phone OF LAKELAND oMb truly, “WOONYVAN SAVE THAT TREE” | iis a worler Famois poee fie just for the want of a little at-! : . | . Bt i with which you can rid your | ' “ ¢ had not blamed hin. | : troc of all moths, catorpillars, bugs, “You were 8o sweet,” he repeated. i el You would not sell one| Something In his tone startled the ol sour trecs for a log of money, | listening zirl 10U e o o . . fright. Kent,” she said: “it's just the Bow e carnestness of vour rezard [ oooiony von are dreading vosiving it from its cnemies “Don't,” he interrupted her u't| 309. S L T e w i bo the modern Ute l"i}' ])l'uOf yides Don't let it wilt and | Marg . Come here and get a tree Laieland Hardware & Piumbing Co. P R R R. L. MARSHALL CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER Will faraish plans and specifications or will follow any plans and specifications furnished. BUNGALOWS A SPECIALTY. Live Where You Will Like Your Neighbors We are exercising great care to sell cur ROSEDALE lots only to the best class of people. Thus we glve you deeirable neighbors in addition tc ROSEDALE'S other attratcions. Wide streets, shade trees, fertile sall, bullding restrictions. Inside the 3y, one bdlock east from Jake Mor- won, SMITH & STEITZ ad G. C. ROGAN:! Decn-Dryant Building. Whatever yon want in rea lestate wa have {t. Tet me show you some Lakelond homes I have built. Phone 267-Green. FLORIDA version of the | 1ok OF HONGR A Double Wfiddfi\g Where Only One Was Planned. BY TEMPLE BAILEY. In the dimness of the little stone chureh Hilla practiced the wedding march. Now d then a tear dropped on ler fing but she went braVely on, repeating the hard passages, never resting until the 1 med to drip from her fingers lie touched the ' keys. When the « h of the & chords came, she rose, and stood - ing over the choir rail, looking down into the stillness and shadow beneath. “Oh, dear,” came Ler Iittle sighing complaint. “Oh, dear;" and with that she dropped down on one of the cush- ioned seats and sobbed, tempestously, but silently. She raised her head as a quick step sounded in the aisle beneath. “Up there, Hilda?" called a man’s voice. She straightened herself and wiped the tears trom her rolled-up wad of wet Lhandkerchief. “Yes.” “I heard you outside.” He looked up at the girl. I heard you practic ing the wedding march. Do you know I simply can't see myself keeping step to that thing.” “Why not?” Hilda demanded. He laughed sheepishly. “Oh, I don't know--perhaps because the bride ar 1 always looks like such a fool— it's the bride who conuts, you know.' “And such a bride,” breathed Hilda Then, after a woment's silence, sh made her generous effort, “Such a beautiful bride.” “Look here, 1 the man below, “come down, [ vant to talk With another turtive wipe of her eves, Hilda descended and scleeted o pew in tle dark corner ol i church, Kent Cartwright sat dowr “1 want to talk 1o you,” h something dreadfully to yvou." hoside L sadd I wrong, Hilda" Her licay What do vou incan??” ] hride: ught beating geemoed to sto] | Hinadiy PLeavas: 1 e he saic { wearily, ¥ ae here in all th seoted like a being trom a different | Planct. You hnow how I went ‘'ma over her and Liow 1 forgot the elaims even of v frieadship for you. I L didn't come to see you for weeks, and | vou did not bre w:l‘j | compact of good fellowship then and | there, but you were so sweet about | o Hilda remembered the agony of ) those davs when Kent, the friend of | | her girtheod, had deserted her for| Margaret Wainwright, Of course, she | try to smooth it over. I've done an| awful thing, Hilda Ware [ am zoing | to marry Margaret Wainwright tomor- | row, yet there's no one in the worid I { Jove but yon" For one moment Hilda's heart leaped. It seemed to her that all the vears she would go happily because she had heard Kent Cartwright say, “I love you." Then she rose with quiet dignity. *I don’t think vyou know what you are saying,” she said. “l know,” he stood up beside her and looked down into her pale face. “Hilda,” he sald, sharply, “you've been crying.” “Yes,” she said simply, “but we mustn't talk about that. We must talk about what you are to do tomorrow. There is only one way, Kent. You can't hreak Margaret's heart.” “So I must break my own.” His {eves were blazing in his white face. ‘t had to tell you, Hilda. Oh, it's all a muddle.,” Kent sald. “Sometimes [ think that she doesn't care for me - she seems to cure only for herself” Hilda had thought that. Pretty Mar- garet had lived such a butterfly life, and Kent had followed bewildered in her wake. 'l suppose I've got 1o go l on with it,” he said, heavily. l Hilda knew that the decision lay in her hands. It she said “Yes,” Kent would do his duty, but if she let him cated nothing could avert a catas- trophe. She tried to speak steadily. Of course,” she said, “you must go on. Tomorrow morning you will feel as brave as a lion. Go, take a long walk and get back to normal.” “Come walk with me,” he begeed. “No.” He held out his hand Hilda.” His voice broke, and, almost totter- !iuz_ she fled from him up the stairs. “Good-by,” she called from the organ !loft. and heard him go out of the ! church { PFor an hour she vas alone with her agony. Then she went lack to her task. With trembling tried to play, but found not. The twilight came 1 and still ghe sat 1 , her han 1 the Then upon the s know that his feeling was recipro- i sound of voices. “Good-by, rs she t she could { the dark- | ad on her | eves with a ! {and 3 < er. =0, Phil, why did fo earry ay with me,” came aoman's vesolute answer. Bat- -1 nderstand,” Mar- inid, wearily. “Three ;1 lidn't want me—and and my heart broke, ue up here, and Kent so dear and good and joved me--and so—Il him 2" kuow,” she said. *“1 ! ! dread tomorrow— i were not for the fact that { hreak Kent's heart, the wedding uld not go on--but it is too late LOwW Too late?” There was exultation voice. “Why, you are vied to him, and he will thank when he finds that you haven't o1 him marry a woman who didn't . him. You and I were made for I other—you know that.” Yet six months ago,” she said, Lol went away.” ‘1 went because of a promise I had wie my mother. She sald that [ 5 o young to know my own mind, hot I onust have six months' separae tion to dearn whether 1 really loved . She wanted me to go without you—if you loved me, she said, vould wait” “And 1 didn't wait.” “Yesterday I came bhack—and you core up here, and they told me you were to be ,and T went to . “"Why did you let o she soid, CIf shie Joved » would have waited.”” v that sou do. snrely you won't my heart--your heart—Mar- ! ihe man's Ut Hilda could not see Mare in her wavering voice, the cutelr of her breath, she read the pain her friend’s heart. voice grew , and 1 tea and the girl's ve * the the 1 had descended to give stecor to those who needed help, “I couldn't help hearir Hilda said again, as she et the candle care- fully on the veading desk. “Aud I know that the vers hest way of all \\i!l{ be to tell Kent the truth,” “But tomorrow was to be his wed- ding day, id Margaret, Hilda took hand. “Margaret, dear,” she can you hear the truth?” Margaret stared at her wondering- ly. “The truth-——what do you mean?” “This afternoon Kent came to me and told me that he had made a mis. take; t he was afraid you did not love hiin: that he was a plain man i were untitted to be the wife of a farmer. tle tound that—there was some one elge some one he had alwas = cared for.” As Hilda faltered, Margaret cried, rapturonsly, “Then he wouldn't bhe hurt- he wouldn't care if I married Philip instead of him?" “I think he would be glad—to know that you would be happy.” Then for the first time the man spoke. “Who Is the girl he loves?” he asked, his pleasant eyes smiling into Hilda's confused ones. “I sent him away,” she stammered, “and he was going to marry Mar garet-" “You dear women,” Phil said, “with your sense of honor. What would we men (o without you as beacon lights to gnide us toward the truth?” The next day there was a double wedding. Hilda protested that she had nothing ready. But Margaret's elaborate troussean provided the dainty and lovely garments which were necessary. A white silk from the bride’s outfit made Hilda a wed- ding gown more elegant than any she could have Dbought for herself. “You gave me my hayr ness, surely [ can give you a weddi ~ zown,” Mar- garet insisted, and Kent added Lis en- treaties that she would accept the gift so graciously offered. “We can make {t up to Margaret after we are married,” he said, “and I don't want to wait for my bride™ (Copyright, L by Associated Literary Press.) “More Bacon.” Many years ago Congdon's Tavern in Wickford, Rhode Island, was famous for its good cheer, and in “Early Rhode Island” W. B. Weeden has an enter- taining tale of John Randolph of Roan. oke, who was once a visitor at the inn. 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