Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 18, 1913, Page 6

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Waste, Str Archibald Geikio Useq . t! details got into the public prints, and = Mazs, a newcomer and an upstart B agalnst | | "had earned golden opinions as to strect. ural,” respond- that is quite nat tion at the encouraging words. was a mean-spirited fellow, according to his shifty eyes. Dave was his juni: | or, and callow, and fancying loyalty | to a chum to be the height of human | chivalry. “I'l convince you, all right” as-; serted Mart, “The only thing is to! convince Rose. She wouldn't believe | anything I might say, and she fancies ' that Tilden fellow to be everything: that {8 good and true.” ! “He'll get his walking papers mighty quick if he is the wolt in sheep’s clothing you say he is,” ob- served Dave, smartly. “Very well, I'll have some news for you in a day or two,” promised Mart., “I'll show the rascal up in his true col ors.” When the treacherous Mart stated | that Rose Brierly held a very high | | | meraper—i nicn Central building at Fourth and \Viue strecis--workmen | ] ‘ralned flowers and blossoms down on the passing street cars in honor of the end of the traction strike. Only a few days before from the sarie building! Had No Idea That Two Persons Were Strelling After Him, now.” court had been the defense of a poor ! “I've always known that, Mart., woman whose suit other lawyers had | You and I have always been close' declined because she could not pay | chums, and, of course, I don’t favor a fec. Ralph had won the cuse, its O iblocks of granite, iron bars and bags of cement were thrown down by strike | 8ald Mart woods, T T~ ; considered his rival, he had not exag- “All you've got to do is to convince gerated. Rose had never given the me of the fact,” replied Dave DBrierly, least encouragement to Mart's ad- i “I can do that,” asserted his com: ' had come into her life. | Seemmg Deep Mystery Is }mnlon positively, “See, here, Dave,! . f . mak otens i | Satlstactorlly Explalned to ake no pretense of being disinter | low, whom every girl might be proud By GERTRUDE MARY SHERIDAN. | “I tell you, Dave, that fellow, Ralph | o ‘sympathizers. AR A AN A A A AAAAAAAAAAANAAAAA A AP ANAPAAS v opinion concerning the young man he brother of Rose Brierly, the prettiest vaces. In fact, she had never known girl in Brampton. i what love meant until Ralph Tilden | / ested in this matter. I always liked | to attract. He had been recently ad- | a Trusting Lover. filden, fsn't worthy of your sister, T AR, < ¥ A o e SR ki Vs I ORI - it L AR AN o 1 TR AT sk AR RAR A BT S L R A 08 M R M N s T AL e e e o et s it - _bemmecntn s YOU get your work done by people who know--who will not let some foolish errof: creep into your work that will make your printed matter ineffective, and perhap§’ subject it to the amused comment of discriminating people. , | Our plant turns out ten newspapers every week--two of them being sixteen-pag papers cf state-wide circulation; but this does not mean that we do not leo give ' closest aticntion to the small work. An order for visiting cards, or for printing a rit ¢ -t > All unconsclous of the deft plots being woven to disturb their happi- | ness, Rose and Raipl passed some pleasant hours. vague suspicion regarding some of the movements of the young attorney, Mart fancied himselt possessed of all the attributes of a skilful detective in running down his “clews,” as he was pleased to call them. He came to Dave Brierly one day, elated and con- fident. “Well, I've got the goods on tha! Tilden,” he announced. “Twice a week he leaves his office at about eight o'clock in the evening. He never gets home until two morning. A fellow who does that reg- ularly is up to something, isn’t he?” “As what, now?" challgnged Dave. “Well, carousing around. This {8 ! his night for going on one of his mys- terlous excursions. I watched him the last time.” “Whsre did he go?” “Don’t know. him. He either suspected me and slipped me, or I lost him in the crowd. I know this, though—he was headed for the seamy side of the city.” “That isn't very definite,” observed Dave. “I don't want to make any mistake.” “There won't be any,” insisted Mart. | “Are you nerved for a demonstration?” “Of what?” “A running down of our suspicions. See here, Tilden is keen as they make them. If he suspects that he is being followed, he is clever enough to lead a false chase, Let us be on hand to- night to take up the trail when he leaves his office.” “I'm agreeablo, provided we can do it. I don't wunt to blunder mysell into a laughing stock.” “Say,” advanced Mart with sp “I've arranged a great plan. Well dispuize ourselves,” “How?" questioncd Dave, dublously. It took a long time for Mart to in- duce his companion to join forces with him. His plan was a simple one. They were to blacken their hands and | faces. “We'll pass in the crowd and in the dark as negroes,” explained Mart. “Oh, don’t be so squeamish. If noth- ing comes of it, we'll get an idea of | local color in our ramblings, anyhow.” At length Dave agreed to the propo- sition. When at about eight o'clock | that evening the young lawyer, Ralph | The latter was a manly young fel-| qjjger, left his office, where he had | been at work writing and studying, he had no idea that two persons strolling Rose, and I like her more than ever mitted to the bar; his first case In | grter him were bent on tracing his movements, “See how he has pulled his coat col- lar up to hide his face,” whispered TS P S | Y P On the spur of & ¢ | ly, grasping the arm of in the | 1 started to follow . you.” ) z i-| “Oh, story of aScotchman,wh Mart Woods smirked with satisfaei m’up"’fie“’°“llfi s‘:flle‘::' and his phil { ed Dave, “Its beginning to drizzle, |\ own will, was m’rsu‘;g::ch‘* 1 He | anthropic unse 3 wants to shut the rain out. poliday. He went to Egy t and he The drizzle changed into & dreary ; rain in a short time. Dave l;'e;:lgad when at last Tilden rez:ched ! @ two-story building on one o2 the lower strata street® of the city. On | either side of the center open en- | trance were saloons. A part of t:o | upper floor was lighted up, but t! : | window shades were drawn trim &n tight. 9 eel” cried Mart, exulting- oy his companion. “What did I tell you?” “Why, what do you mean?” inquired Dave, staring blankly. “That place—downmlrl saloons, I upstairs the most notorious gambling | house in the city.” i | “How do you know it is? | | | submitted Mart pointedly. “Why—er—that is, I heard so—some | one told me,” explained Mart stum- | blingly. | In his excitement the speaker wiped his face with his handkerchief. Dave brushed the rain drops from his. They crossed the street and stood in the full glare of the strong electric arc lamp, discussing what they would do next. Some people passing by stared strangely. Then a policeman came up, regarded them with a suspl- cious glare, and caught each by the collar. “Ah!” he remarkcd—"dlsguislng yourselves, eh? You'l explain this to the sergeant, my hearties.” Remoastrances were in - vain. A hooting crowd followed the two seek- ers after “local color” clear to the sta- tion. No wonder! Where the rain had trickled and their careless hands | had wander d, the faces of the un- ¢ steaked in lu- s of lamp black. managed to get out . somelow, too, the Somehow, il of their tro story got out. “lere scems to be something to explain,” remar’ed Rose to Ralph the next evening. “Ma chere, ¢'est que je t' aime,” re- plied Ralph, enigmatically—"which means, how much I love you. In other words, a poor teacher of languages, too poor to select his preferable resi- dence, lives in the building where our | good friends located me. He has been teaching me Fremch.” ! Which explained the seeming mys- | tery and made fair, trustful Rose | Drierly love him more than ever. 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