Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, May 9, 1913, Page 7

WAS So He Unsuccessfully Tried to Cut a Wide Swath Around Girls. i By LOUISE OLNEY. | Like other humans, Jerry McFan tand longed for adventure. Like them e looked afar and not near for its coming, forgetting that it comes of- teucst clad as love, frequently ag pysj. pess, seldom in distant places. At thirty he had come by the prosaic paths of a country rearing, school, a boy's pranks and dreams, a businegs course, loss of his parents, end a bookiieeper's job with Stanley & Stan. ley, to a small silent partnership i the firm—and a healthy theory that g wmarricd man was as good as dead. Upstanding, merry, noticeable by recson of his height his Irish biye eyes aud dark hair, courtcous, ple:s. aut, v was still as shy of women a5 ‘s pheasant of guns. He hag seen three good friends lost in the maw of marrioge. Kennedy was bicome g mor chine for an exiry agant wile; Hurrison talked baby-talk and discussed breakfast foods and betraycd oo fnterest in manly sports. (¢ i dine was tied to a pretty, ailing, jool- | ous plaything of a woman. So Me- Farland deliberately cut a wide swath around girls. Here enters Mary Fetterling. Now 4 man avoids a great danger more carefully than a small one. Where fore McFarland instinctively sidestep- ped the elder Stanley's new secretary, s tall, quiet, dark girl with o wide comprehensive gaze and a disconcert- ingly amused look in her deep eyes. Bhe never paid the slightest attention (0 McFarland, but he avoided her. He overdid the matter. Which {s where bis downfall begins. One vile, windy March morning it chanced that McFarland entered breezily, found her alone in the office, and was fairly fleeing past her with an aloof “Good morning," when he re- celved, with a shock, the first end of his yet unrecognized adventure. “Mr. McFarland" sai¢ the girl's even, rich voice, “please come here a moment.” Wondering, he stepped back and faced her across her desk. Anger lit her face to great beauty. “Mr. McFarland, 1 want you to under- stund that it is unnecessary and a lit. tle Insulting for you to avoid me as you do. It is too patent. I assure you ! that I do not like you in the least, 1 have no designs upon you. I wouldn't —marry you for worlds. You are cold and sclf-centered and not—generous enough to take a risk with a woman | for the gake of possible— =30, * avoidance et p?noss. You couldy vu:;xlttd to—it isn't jp you.” 1€ young map cnu:'u this low-spoken, e but the giy) went o ':ls this all!" pe asked gravely, She shook pep heid. “Not quite. I care o litq]e what yoy think of me that 1 dare Speak like this! Your b brings unpleasant comment ne here, My, Stanley remarked ye‘st}-rday that you seemed to think [ {wg‘ul Cil you; Mr, Rogers and Miss Mason wong red how you managed to Cut such a wiga circle around me, I overhearqd, They laiq a—bst that you €ven go down the same me—and tha would succeeq in—landing gy::l'mz; was their worq » 3 You—mistaka ny attitude,” he said, but she interrupteq. Excuse me—your attitude {s noth- ing to me, All T ask is me no worse th tice fixty 0 unmercifully, an the rest of the of- € You don't ewerye three Yards around g chair. Yet the chair Is less indifferent to you than I am. ! am not ‘hace—you needa't flee . It makes jt—em. Her sweet voice feem unreal, but she - ichine in- la down to work Just as Poason entered with a kpow- ing glance at the two. All day Mary B ttering felt watched, and McFarlund was coldly, furiously uncomfortible, How dared she speak 80? And—was ghe right. He knmew she was, Things happened right along after that. First, McFarland had night ges. slons of reckoning with hig own thoughts. Was he selfish, was he (- capable of—loving—well, not Mary Fettering, of course, but any woman? His mind went over her hot attack, remembering the fire {n her deep eyes, the tremble of her lip, the bite of her words. What a virago of a wife she | would make for—some other fellow! And yet—! He laughed In his lonely room one night as March was raging its lion-like way out into April to think of her courage in berating him. He chould have reproved her. She had the best of him. Now he wanted to lock at her and dared not, When he did, he no longer founq the little wmused gleam in her cyes, He thought her pale. Once he d liberately waiteq ! and went down to the street with her, he addressed commonplace remarks | to her—always her that mage him | fear to face her alone—she might drive him away. One shining April morning Stanley, 8r, made trouble. Old eyes are un. seelng. He culled McFarland to the inner office and talked over a big aeal, The young man's clear head took {t in perfectly and added strength to the scheme. His elder, with delight, shift. e “* | ed_the matter_to younger shouldera, that you treat ! Fewmy Rl e e o | dozen firms we have to get, McFar- | land. You have a captivating style— in the morning. Call Miss Fettering tu und cictate—I have to go to a board | meeting. What's up?” | “Can I have Miss Mason instead?” | Stanley stared and then laughed. | “Miss Mason?" His look made the | young man angry. “Boy, it you must, | choose someone who is class. She E isn't quality. Miss Fettering, joking | @slde, must take these letters. They | are importart and she has a long head |—and a short tongue—" Fettering thought he knew something about her fongue. “What ails, you, McFarland? | Your face 1s black—" “You are mistaken,” McFarland said | coldly. “Any stenographer will do. It | Was simply that Miss Fettering dis- likes me extremely, and—" | The older man laughed amusedly, in- | eredulously. “Clever girl," he commented while Meluriand's wrath mounted high. “Clever girl and sweet, but dislikes and business doa't go together. She can take her evenings to hate you in. ut those letters?' He went ome details of instruction EoTve it you7 ~“Now,™ he finiched, Tyou know the D¢Sun. One late Sunday morning fn | April when the sun was hot after a | quick rain, and the buds were burst- THE EVENING TELEGRAM, TAK ELAND, FLA., MAY 9, 1913. astonishing tirade, ! in letters. Get busy. I'll sign them i Ing green, McFarland flung into a car aund betook himself to the ends of the carth In an effort to get away from himself. A strange heat and weak- Desr was upon him. He kept think- ing that presently his senses would i return, that he would free himself from this obsession about a girl who despised him. Now he proposed to walk it off in the solitude of a little | wood where a small stream purred its way among stones. There was scant shade as yet, but ! birds thrilled about, and the willows | leaned over the brook wrapped in a tender green mist as delicate as smoke. It seemed strange to McFar land that no one else had cared to | come to so pretty a place. What it | he had asked her to come with him? The daring thought overwhelmed him, '\\'hy not have done so? She might { have come. Even kindness from her | would have helped his self-respect. ! She needn't love him but she might have boen kind. He longed for kind- | ness from her. ‘I Just there Jerry McFarland met his sdveniioy Coming sharply around a 1 | high little hill and some great troesl i { 10 walked alicos to a tall, w | “Cttering,” he said, passing | B¢ Valked alicost into a ta hite- | ¢ g0 directly to my oilice and take some dictation from McFar- . lund. Get them out, if you can, today o | can sign them in the morning. They are important,” he added confi- dentially, Without a word the girl took her bock and marched in to face McFar land. Her eye met his coolly, and she sat down and polsed her pen walting for him to begin. Something about her maddened and embarrassed him, he set his teeth with a desire to shake her, make her cry. He would have liked to see her cry. With a wish to be cruel he began dictation at a speed that would have swamped a less rapid stenographer. He kept her a good two hours of hard labor, reading back, erasing, al- terlng, till his letters suited him. K- nally he was so cross that he begged But he had the satisfaction of seeing her grow pale, and watching a line deepen between her level brows. He elegant figure. She, at any rate, was certainly “class.” And h> noted bit terly that when he was through her exit had the air of a triumphal es- | cape. She always got the best of him. i He was going to call her back and be- | rate her as she had him, but he didn't | —she wouldn't care. In that moment | he knew that he wanted her to care. | His misery was consclous. No torture lasts always. It fades, . or dies, or changes into another form 0”.things came suddenly as they 7=d pardon and received a cool little bow. | noted the fine symmetry of her cheek 1 and chin, the hecavy hair, the trim, | ' elad young girl leaning her dark head on her arm against a gray trunk. She | started in terror. | “Oh, 1 beg your pardon!” he cried, | and stood looking down at Mary Fet- | terling. Tears rolled down her clear | cheeks, and her hands hung helpless. | i ly at her side. She made no effort to hide the tears, or to flee, or to send | him away. A great wave of rose-color swept her face and neck, but some- how she could not take her gaze from Then he did the most foolish, sweet- est thing that he could have done. He took her two willing hands in his, and bent his head over them. “Oh, Mary! oh, Mary!" he breathed. “Ob Mary! If you could only—care.” in her throat. sald. “Mary!" he said again. “Yes,” she answered. “Yes—yes!” The tone of her voice satisfled even him just then. (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newse paper Syndicate.) Water Eight Times Used. . A part of the water of the Santa Ara river in southern California s | used eight times, as follows: From a reservoir in the San Bernardino moun- | tains it is diverted through two elec- ‘trlc power plants and then used for irrigation purposes about Redlands and Highlands, The water not absorb- led by the ground is recovered | gating the land 'lbout_fiarl'l_l(uu_r.d “It 1 could—only—help caring,” she ! WOre store at Polkvilla, Ark. — BULK DRIED APPLES Pure Food Store W.P,Pillans & Co. PHONE 93 Some of 1t reappears In the Riverside Narrows and is utilized for power pur- poses. It is then returned to the river above Corona and distributed by canals to the Orange groves around Santa Ana. Some of the water 1s once i lants his eyes and what she read thers, | M°r¢ recovered by the pumping plant west of this city and used for the eighth time.—Popular Mechanics. Shopping In the Ozark District, “You keep sportin' goods yur, don’t you?" inquired a fraszled looking She gave a queer little sob of a sound | €itizen from out on Runipus Ridge, ad. dressing the. proprietor of the hard- “Eb- beh, that's what 1 'lowed. Well, what I was aimin’ to git was a straight Jacket for a crazy man."—Kansas City Star. Answered, Teacher (In lesson on Holland)— “Why, Willle, don't you know what country the geography lesson s about? Think haré. Who were the people who made war on skates?” Willle—“De Anti-Saloon league. - Judge. ——— The Crux. She—"Do you belleve a man knows ¥hen he is in love?” He—"Yes; and | —or into bliss and peace. The end through springs and used for irri-[he doesn’t know anything else.— "udge, vinale Whips Five Crews, The largest whale ever captured tn that vicinity was caught ‘m Fred e res’ fish nets, near Santa Crus. Five launches tried to tow the monster te the pler without success. Nets sl topes breke and the task was abam doned. The whale was fifty feet loag City Man’s Sneer at “IM-A i There was a Frenchman who bite@ the country as much as did Charles Lamb, but compressed his feelings {into few words. This wss Charles { Monselet, who lived on the Quai Vol "taire, Parfs. “It is,” he said, “the place where the birds are raw.” gty Land Lingers In the Memory. Some one has aptly sald: “Burma 18 the land of regrets, because people Wwho have been there are mever the 8ame again. There lives always la their hearts a regret for the land they bave left behind.” Merely Muddy. | “People are allus imprest” gald' Orandpa Stubblegrass, “by what they . ean't see through. 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