Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, November 6, 1912, Page 2

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DENNY PHONE 226 RIQIQIOIE: "MAPS, BLUE BLUE PRINTS Maps of any description comph°d on short notice. glven to compiling city, TR Pa Tal et TR A SOSLHPTSTHOS maps kept on hand. Chemically prepared, non-fading blue srints at res sunable rates. Speclal rates for prints in large quantities. Prompt attention given mail orders. South Florida Map and Bluenrlnt Co. Room 213215 Drane Building | him have his wilful way. est dwarfs and into the entrance of the Great Undivided. Within, a brass band played an alluring waltz, and as Special attemtier display and advertising maps. County and State ETTY, EQUESTRIENNE| "~ | Circus Horse a Huge S Success as By .TACV BAKER. At first Betty felt only an exhilarat sense of adventure as the plebald suddenly took the bits between . the teeth and raced madly down the ! road. She even acknowledged a little | supertor scorn for & bit of horsefiesh | that would attempt to run away with 'm She had all the western girl's ! contempt for the sober steeds of the | east, and this sudden decision of Tom | —the equine in question—was rather to be commended than otherwise, So, llornhvbmthleuueommm Betty couldn’t control Tom as easi- ly as she had thought she could. Much of the contempt died out of her heart to make room for the dismay that caused that very essential organ to pump convulsively. Betty Braden even so far forgot her- i selt as to saw amateurishly at the reins (afterward she was glad no one saw this), and once a little feminine scream of fear escaped her, After all, Betty was only & very handsome little yellow-haired woman, not yet twenty years of age, and the bronchos that she had ridden on her father's ranch had all been carefully selected for her by a knowing parent. Tom continued to leave a trail of dust behind his reckness hoofs as he pattered stubbornly down the -long pike that led into town. There seem- ed to be method in his madness. Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat! Soon the spires of Barleyville loom- ed before them. Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, sounded the hoofs of the beast as he pourded judge of horseflesh, had paid a fab- down the principal thoroughfare of the little city. Past startled drivers and neighing carriage horses clattered the two. A great breadth of canvas suddenly swung into view, and the pace of the piebald pony slackened. It was then that Betty remembered. Tom had, not so very many years ago, been the bright and particular scintillant in the sclected four-footed set of sawdust stars with the Great Undivided European and American Shows, Betty’s uncle, an enthusiastic ulous price for the pony at the win- ter quarters of the combination and shipped him home, And now— Tom was returning to his own. By some subtle instinct he had known that this huge top with its fluttering flags that covered all the area re- i served by the driving park was nonc Tom Was Returning to His Own. other than the canvas city that was his early home. Tom neighed triumphantly as he dashed past the gaudy rags that told of the fattest women and the small- Tom passed out of the menagerie and into the congested main tent he threw his head up with a proud little gesture and waltzed around like a tee-totum, nearing with every move the sawdust arena. The crimson-faced girl on‘his back fought for the bit; fought as she believed she never could fight; but the wily Tom only made believe that she was signaling him to do his best, and the artistic soul—if horses have souls—within his piebald breast re- sponded bravely. Judging from the applause, Tom was a huge success as 8 “comeback.” Around and around the ring princed the horse, the band, after one squeaky break of surprise, continuing enthusi- astivally, and the trombone blaring en- couragement a8 Tom changed his steps for more spectacular ones, At last Betty raised her face and stole furtive glances about her. Hor rors! It seemed as it every onme whom she knew in the county was there! She would be disgraced! Tom, as if to celebrate the shame that he had brought down on her head, changed his decorous waltz step for a mad dance of his own devising, and the appreclative watchers on the benches clapped loudly. Througlout this demonstration of equine eccentricity. Betty had been acutely aware of the presence of a broad-shouldered, six-footed superior example of circus ringmaster, With lcnellng whip he had welcomed the it 8 E § scli FE of ast n......“‘-?.'.‘.‘.’..‘.""n.‘a‘«‘w.. The old idea of usiag sage 1o Bim. | light, cheerful and simple. The serv. darkening the hair is again comiy will | fce st table, even for one's own fam- in vogue. Our grandmothers bh.4 fly, demands an absolutely spotless dark, glossy hair at seventy-five, serial | linen tablecloth. 1If this cannot be wphjle our mothers are gray belor. as she Mlpolhh«lubhwuhphll.h-"m, are fifty. Our grandmothe came among them, but none seemed ! stitched dollies should be used. These .. ' . .~ G\ " o to take her entrance as anything out | are cheap and easily laundered. There ; X°P . corn g of the ordinary and no one presumed | are fashions in linen as well as in 8 “sage tea,” which also restored th. to address her. Soon their various 2cts demanded them and she was left alone. Had Betty Braden been the confi- dent Betty of two brief hours ago she would have ignored the command of the ring autocrat and picked her own way out into the air and home, But the girl was peculiarly weak. Her nerves were frayed threads, and the flush on her creks had given way to a sick pallor. She fell wearily onto & slim chair of the camp stool variety and gave little thought to the muti- nous Tom, whom a flunky had taken trom her as she came out from the arena, “I beg your pardon.” The remark was plainly an effort to rouse her from her haumiliating thoughts, and, startled, she glanced up into the face of the handsome young ringmaster. It was puzzled blue eyes into which Betty found herself gazing; wonder- ing eyes blended with a great deal of admiration and some curiosity. “You are Miss Braden, are you not?” Betty flushed. She had not been silly enough to imagine that she could keep her identity a secret, but how did this circus man know her?” “I am,” she agreed stiffly, “and— and I wish to go home.” Pride broke pathetically with the wist of the last words, “And I am here to take you home, 1 thought at first, Miss Braden, that you had originated your novel act to help us out, and then it gradually came to me that your horse was per- forming against your will. He must have been an old-time circus horse.” Betty was almost on the verge of teurs, “I—I want to go home,” she re- peatedly miserably. “I will ride with you for a distance. You seem to be utterly done up.” Betty ralsed protesting eyes. “But you will be needed here?” “0, I am at liberty now. I was only on in the turn preceding yours.” “What a shame!” thought Betty, as the two rode safely through the maze of tents and out onto the broad road leading back into the country, “that a handsome manly fellow like this shouldl waste his time with a circus.” Betty's opinion of circuses was not very high. “Why,” she meditated, “he has as much culture and refinement as any of the young men of our set—and he is better looking.” Flushing, she shifted from this dangerous trend of thought. “I believe I can continue alone, now,” she announced, a trifle coldly. “And thank you very much for your kind assistance.” “But may I not ride as far as your home?” “I think not. We have never met— this is, in the way that the ethics demand, you know, and—" “But we will! I shall have my sis- ter introduce me right away.” Betty stared. “Your sister? Really—" “Why, yes. Laura Hedgeton, your friend, is my sister, and—" "“Laura Hedgeton?” “Certainly.” “But how comes it that you are traveling with that circus?” “Me — traveling with a circus! Why—" Suddenly a look of compre- hension made narrow the eyes of the youth, “My dear, Miss Braden,” he protest- ed. “You surely didn’t think that I was an employe of the circus!” “But why shouldn't I think so?” “Listen. The show this afternoon was given for the benefit of the Bar- leyville hosuital, and a number of us who live there took active part. Strange that you didn't hear of it before. We rented the whole aggre- gation outright. And now - may we relegate the conventions for once, and may I ride home with you?” Betty nodded a mute assent. (Copyright, by Assoclated Literary Press.) Wasn't Successfu! as a Salesman, The young man who was down and out to the point of desperation was offered a job by an installment house. This house made a specialty of eight. day clocks, which could be had for small payment down and a small pay- ment each week. The young man admitted that he never had tried can. vassing, but with one of the large clocks under his arm he gamely start- ed out to make houseto-house visits. At the first house a hard-faced wom- an met him at the door. The young man downed the lump in his throat and asked nervously: “Madam, have you a clock?” “Yes, I've got a clock,” snapped the woman, surmising the mission of the canvasser. Her riotous response completely un- nerved the new canvasser, “All right, all right” he answered quickly. “Will you tell me the time? 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