Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 3, 1913, Page 2

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Hopkins, who is weii known by the people of Lakelind as an nu-to-date himber man Strictly{Cashlon Delivery of Goeds G YT g Successors to D. Fulghur 218 and 220 South Florida Avenue Heavy and Fancy Groceries Hay, Grain, and ! their only son THE EYENING TELEGRAM. LAKELAND, FLA, APRIL 3, 1913 [NDIEYS REVEKGE Old Lame Ecar and a Half-Breed Squaw Start Lots of Trouble. By LOUISE MERRIFIELD, “The only thing is this: When Al worked at the Wolverine ranch last year, this Indian used to drift around| every so often after odd jobs to see him through a spree up at Sundance. One day he struck a pony on the nose with his fist, and Al kicked him out o’ the corral” “Well, he deserved it, didn’t he?” asked Mona, indignantly. The tall young rancher grinned doubtfully, “That ain’t the point. He'll shoot Al on sight. They all do. An Indian never forgives an insult.” Mona stood on the same spot after he had ridden off. Behind her the rough sandstone buttes rose in jagged outline. She loved the little squat scrub pine trees scattered here and there over them. Far below rolled the river, its current parted here and there by huge submerged trunks of trees. Sometimes a few bare limbs stuck out of the water like protesting hands. The rambling row of ranch buildings in the valley looked like shingle houses built by children at this distance. Through the clear morning air came a scund of whistling. Nobody but Al would whistle the “Nocturne in [ Flat.” at seven a, m. on a Wyom raneh, She closed her eves and smilcd, biting her lip. He had whistled it last night, all the long dreamy ride home together, when the two ponies almost touched flanks 80 near they were, She had spent two years at the Wolverine ranch, making it her head- quarters It had been such a home- like place to a city bred girl. She had grown to care for every member of the happy homesteader family, big Bucky Rozers and Aunt Nanette, his pretty, middle 2ged wife, and Dave, There was one more, a shy eyed, dimpling girl of seventeen, and someway Mona never could get acquainted with her, She had told Aunt Nanette of it once, and was told not to mind a bit “Her own a2 nor me don't under- stand her, cliid can't. She's tamed panthes 1 teil her pa. Onece Davey he brov st one of the ereeturs down to tainc and he tied it up out yonder, and it seemed mild enough. Good deal like an overgrown Kkitten, you know, and cne day it gave a jump onto Davey's shoulder, and chawed a 0 chunk right out. ‘Course, Kit ain't my own child, or I'd have more to ! say.” “Why, I thought—" began Mona, then stopped Al Sloane st kitchen door, smil hiz foot on the sill. And unt linette rambled stralght ahead without seeing him, “Land, no, I should hope not. She afn’t got a drop of Wilkinson blood in her. Her pa uscd 1o work over to- wards the mission school above the reservaticn, ,cars ago, and there was a sort of half-brocd girl there. Oh, he married her all rizht enongh, and she was a good girl, and knew a lot too. Meant to be a teacher to her own folks some day. 1 guess, only pa stop- ped that. He s terribly persuasive, you you certainly | tlways been dike a half | pped just outside the See our line of Sterling Silver tha has just arrived. The pieces will make iy, Wedding Gifts. You can be sure of the; Ir correctness when they come from us, “A pleasure to show goeds.” COLE & HULL * Jewelers and|Optometrists Phome 173 Lakelang, 1), 3 l . had never heard of before, things that blended in with the strange silvery . nights of moonlit splendor. There l had bcen no music this summer. ' She knew he loved this girl who came from his own eastern borders. Per- haps they would marry before she went back home. He was masterful. Had he not kicked Lame Bear and sent him about his business even i when he knew she wished the Indian to stay? ! Mona turned suddenly and saw the { girl watching her from the rock above, | She was lying down full length on it, her chin on one palm, her eyes un- wavering, like a panther, for all the world, Mona thought with a shiver. “Where have you been, Kit?" she said, trying to be natural and pleas- ant. “Come down here, won't you?” Kit shook her head slowly. Her wide hazel eyes looked sad and shadowy. She looked down at the corral where Sloane stood mending a broken strap on his saddle “l watch to see Lame Bear get his revenge,” she said dreamily. “Pretty soon he will come. He is just behind the carriage sheds now, creep- ing, creeping up like a thunder cloud, see?” “Kit!” gasped the girl, too horrified to scream. She looked for Dave, but he had disappeared the other way down by the house. “Kit, you're not in earnest. He isn’t there.” Kit turned to her as she scrambled up to her side, and smiled gravely. OSOSOSOSNSOHBNISOISOISOSISOISN | SR — o ama—— “He ig there. | sent for him to i come hack. [ wan't to hear news of : my people. You know who my people { are?” B Mona reached for the girl's shoul- ders, and shook her as if to make her human and sane. As she rolled over, the long barrel of her rifle lay on the rock like an uncoiled snake, straight and gleaming, “Kit, don’t be an idiot,” she said, fiercely. “You've set him on to kill All" Kit smiled up at her, close lipped, eyes wide. 1 see him Kkiss you last night, often and long. You can kiss him wiain pretty soon. 1 let you.” “You Indian cat!” [t came between Mona's teeth. She struck blindly, try- ing to throw the girl to one side, and suddenly Kit knew she wanted the rifle. Mona’s knee was on her breast, { her Lands trying to grip her wrists. Her thick chestnut hair slipped down Pabout her face. She gave a cry of anger as she felt Kit's teeth sink in- to her am. She dared not call for help, dared not shout a warning for fear Lame Bear would be the first to kill. But she looscned her grip on the girl, and rose to her feet, the rifle in her hand. “If you try to get up, I'll shoot you. BURP Your wife or sweetheart will lixe your clothes if you buy them frcm us, because women know moie about materials and styles tha. . men dd, anyhow. We are not afiaid I AT L R L SN 2 3z, 0 have our clothing and furnichirgs subjected, to the closest scrutiny. A man cwes it to his wife end swect- heart to dress well* it helps tkcm AR A e T T AL T TR T L SOCIALLY. It also HELFS HIM <c- cially and in business. - crmereeres ‘KI[ \;urv s I:vxv,vmllln_.'.:, Ts!m said We Wi” nOt er yOU, but gi\/c VCu hreathlessly, willt” en she N . . i : leveled the vifle with steady finzers at honest ClOthlVg, FUl’nlShlr{S g ; fthe cronchip creeping figure that sto's along at the back of the sheds, huyzging the sholving hillside. Dave had tanght her to shoot well her first year at the ranch, but her fingers felt uumb, and her eyes were blurred or ! dazzled by the sunlight, Still she yaimed, and ghot, shot again and again i till the barrels were empty, desperate- {1y, recklessly at the stealing figure. | Then she dropped the rifle, and cov- ered her face with her hands, sobbing. | When she raised her head, Kit was gone. ; “And it's just what I expected,” Hats for honest prices. The tiome of He:t Schatfner & Neix Uales | The Hub JOSEPH LeVAY know." | b “And do you mean that Kit's llall’.W‘tll a bowl of broth to AL “It Indian, Aunt Nanctte?" Mona leaned | A0't enough goings on for one day { AOEPOBBOBEOH 10 forward, so interested she forgot the | At the Wolverine to have pa dis- figure in the doorway tracted, and Dave plump dafty, and “More like a quarter, 1 guess. Her | SIVEUR A4y to liet oW Thd1An fOlks, ma's pa was white too. Besides, child, {1t aln’t enough, | say, for that lazy, our Indians aren’t like some rolksvs.:dl,ny Lame Bear to be potting off They's got their regular home grants, With three bullets scatter 1 promis- and all settled down respectable and C1Ous lxkf' m( h‘m innards, and you Christian as can be. Ouly pa says With 8 knife £lit in your shoulder from Aunt Nanette said when she came in | u——————— AEOFHOPBAIEOE ERATORS DI REFRIG ghe'd never stay satisfied. She wanted to go back to her own folks, and she died a little after the baby came., 1 was working at the post then, house- keeper for Mrs. Captain Frisbee, and pa had to come over now and then. him, it ain’t enough, s it, but what we've got to have something else.” Sloane beamed at her over the rim of the soup bowl. He remembered little except the rapid shots, and then | the swift plunge of the knife as Lame | Bear leaped at him, but he knew who He'd bring his little blue-eyed pap- poose along, and it just pulled my heart strings secing him try to take ! care of her. \We was married about a year after. Ain't never been sorry 900T and coughed. Mona stepped past a single day. neither.” , her like a slim shadow into the cool “Does Kit know?' asked Sloane. | darkened room. She had meant to be “1 never heard all that yarn before, [ quiet and dignified, but the bandaged Aunt Nanette.” + arm and shoulder, and Al's face start- Then you go aund forget it, boy."i'e" ber. Aunt Nanette's tone was serious. |~ HUush, dear. hush,” Aunt Nanette “No, she don't know, and her pa don't | heard him say “Bravest sweetheart want her to. But, land, I can see the | that ever was. We'll be married in Injun coming out i her stronger ® Week: every day, can’t you, Al?" “Didn’t | say something else was g0 Mona remembered how Al had '[N8 to happen?" Aunt Nanette tip- shifted ground, and dodged the ques. 'ced softly out to the kitchen, and left tion. That had happened her flrsl;"hem together. year at the ranch. Often then, when (Copyright. 1913 bv the McClure News- she had gone for her rides alone. or | S SN} for long walks up over the range, she | = had seen the two together, and she lmd." Matter Properly Arranged. seen, too, the look on Kit's face when ' A pretty story is told of a nobleman she thought no one was near, as she | Whom his barber left half-shaved, and | stared after Sloane, swinging away in & great hurry. His lordship thought from the house with his easy, loose | the man was mad, and sent to in- gait. Mona knew she loved him, ! quire after him. He returned in per It was partly Kit's fault too, that ' son and thus explained himself: *I Lame Bear had even been allowed ' Was not mad, my lord, but the sight of around the Wolverine outfit. She had | that heap of guineas on your dress- brought in the Indian one day, | ing table, and the remembrance of my mounted on a miserable, ugly eyed ple.i starving family so affected me, that | bald pony, bound from nowhere. (it 1 had stayed another minute 1! “Give him work” she had told thould have cut your throat” “| am ! Dave. “He is my friend.” | glad you didn't do thit,” eaid his ' We Sell Only the Best in Hardware. “Is he?" grunted Dave. “Well, ss, lordship, gently, “and by all means I don’t admire your taste. I'll turn take the guineas. [ won them at the a few buckets of water jver him gambling table and shculd dubzleut TINNERS AND PLUMBERS first.” have lost them there.” “Al will take him on if you won't,” ST s s — Almost Reactionary We may be conservative, but we | | she said. She always trusted the cow- love baked parsnips and pork, we be $ boy from Maine. Before Mona had lieve Doctor Cook reached the north mmww pole, that the artistic temperament is ' i Subscribefor THETELEGRAM had fired the shots, “Can I see her, Aunt Nanette?” Mrs. Rogers stepped outside the Feeds a Specialty Phone 33¢ ™ 'Prompt Delivery i i VO B OO A All Refrigerators Are Not Alike. You Want to Get the Ri..: Kind—the Kind That Insures Proper AIR CIRCULATION. We sell the White Clad Refrigerator This Refrigerator Will Keep Your FOODS FRESH and- P:e- vent Vegetable Odors from Making Your Butter and Milk “Taste Here at this drug store. fIf the doctor says you need a certain’instrument or appliance come right to this store— we have it. Red Cross Pharmacy Phone 89 ¥ Quick Delivery - B life back east, and his home way up in the spruce hills. Sometimes he | would take out his violin and play for stoop summer evenings, telling her ot more happiness in pursuit than in pos- | *hu too, not the crazy dance tunes the session, and that poker is a great in. other men liked, but dreamy stuff she door sport.—indianapolis Star, |