Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 19, 1913, Page 2

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PHIOSIPOT I TG ITIOOINOD VDD STSTETI0ITSOICIINTIOLS00C IF YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING, SEE MARSHALL & SANDERS The 01d Rellable Contractors Who have been building houses in Lakeland for ears d who never “FELL DOWN™ or failed to give aatlsf{ctlor;. - All classes of buildings contracted for, The many fine residences built by this firm are evidgnees of their abil; make good. & eir ability to MARSHALL & SANDERS Phone 228 Blue O$P COOEOFOHPIPO LTI TOLOEOF200 Tinning and Plumbinga Specialty % THP EVENING (ELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA, JUNE 19, 1913, SERIQUSLY HIP It Was No Time for James Heary Canfield to Think of Penitence. By ERNEST A. YOUNG, James Henry Canfield, as cashier of the Hepworth Trust company, detect: ed the financial ills of the bank's pa- trons for eleven months of the year with eyes that were hard, cold and hawk-like. Then, during his August vacation period at mountain, seashore or home- ly farm-house resort, the afore-men* tioned eyes became dove-like while he made love to the summer girl. For seven seasons James Henry filled in the August love-making pro- gram without getting seriously nipped. He could not even recall the name? of more than three ot the seven or eight summer sweethearts. Yet all the affairs had seemed serious while they lasted. He remembered their faces and ways much better. In one case It troubled him that the name had dropped from his memory—the one of the two years ago, up at the Lovejoy farm. | It was she who had sent her wed- ding announcement the following June. He lost the dainty engraved sheet the same day he received it, and for the lite of him he could afterward recall only her married surname. He would not have been sure the wedding notice came from that par- ticular young lady but for the post- mark and handwriting. These were the same as those on an envelope that brought him a blurry smooch intend- ed to represent his own manly figure in a pose beside the lane fence ncar the Lovejoy pasture. For she had a camera and snapped everything that came her way. “It wasn't Margy, nor was it Edith,” debated Jomes Henrv when the image of this girl who had figured in the farm episode persisted in haunting him. It was the end of July and his vaca- tion would begin the next week. A post card from the Lovejoy farm was inviting him. It wasn't much of a place, except for that girl. Probably, he told him- self, he would not be thinking of that summer at all had she not the same as told him, in sending him that wed- ding announcement, that there had never been a chance for him. “She must have been engaged all the while,” he taunted himself by sav- ing. “While I was flattered with the notion that she was—er—a bit sore | because I didn't wind up by propos- !ing, she was engaged to this what— d'ye—call—him Rochfort. A peach of 4 name, anyway; kind of cheege!” “We'll go up to the Lovejoy farm, at Nideeford, this yvear ™ he cpid to his { mother, the morning after the card ar- rived. “Why to that lonesome place, James Henry?" N\rs. Canficld demanded rat the Lovejoy farm?” “If I'm not mistaken, thore were five young women at the Loveioy farm while we were there® Mrs, Canfield i told him, the pale blune eves and faded hair? COr the other blond who talked books and art—?" I “No, no!” snapped James Henry. “The dark one, perhaps, who nagged you—" “Tt doesn’t matter.” he azain inter- rupted. “She wen't be there this year, name {s—is Cheege!" He chuekled malicionsly as he went down to the bank, leaving his mother wondering. “James FHenry certainlv needs to get away from business and society and take a comnlete rest,” she decided, sympathetically, They were met at the Ridgeford railway station by the Lovejoy hired man with a twoeeated democrdr. | While they were being hauled up the first long hill to the farm the man told them that a broken-down ['ni- tarian minister, a young lady and the ! young lady’s aunt were the on!y board- | ers already there. Fven Mrs, Can- field was not sufficiently interested to ask for further particulars, To escape greetings and introdue- | tions, James Henry jumped from the | seat of the democrat at the foot of i the last hill and proceeded to stretch | his legs along the footpath which ha had helped to wear, two years befora. x'l'ho path ended at the pebbly shore [ of the pond, and there was the same row-boat, freshly painted. She was in the boat, in the act of pushing off: but she waited for him with a bright smile of greeting. James Henry was old enough, and he had been in love times enough, not to have his heart pound so ridiculous- ly as it did when the boat rocked un- der them and the pebbly shore reced- ed. For she was rowing and talking precisely as if there had been no two- year interruption. They got out on Paradise Island, so christened by her. as he had been ! vain enongh to believe, because of the | bliseful hours they had spent there to- i gether. By this time James Henry ' had worked himself into quite a state ,of feeling, and with a stave-villain | emile, he shoved the empty boat out { onto the receding waves. | reminds me of a| “Tor eleven months of the year 1| have no chance to get lonesome,” he ! argued. “Besides, {t fsn't the worst | { place if you want to loaf around. row ia boat, fich, that sort of thing. Truth is. I'm tired of socing a lot of pronla. Society 13 punk. Say,” he snddenly tadded, “who was that girl? The one | “Do you mean the one with | anyway, for she is married. Husband's | rizht in his mind ilo was not reas Le was not quiic Q,MJLJ not to show “Doubt! )cu have a plan for get: ting me back in time for supper, Mr. Conficld?” she suggested. “That isn't worrying me,” he re plicd, malevoiently. “The wind may ghift and drift the boat b:xck to u3 by the time I am ready to go.” “On, 1 would never have thought of that," she confessed. She seated her- self cn the ground as if she were per: fectly contented to wait. “You probably do not care to recalf the thirty-first of August, 1910, wheu you and I were last together at this very spot?” said Canfield. “And bow black the sky grew, with yellow clouds that rolled over and over like wreaths of smoke?” shq prompted. “And how you rowed back with might and main because it looke ® like a hurricane and I was frightened? Jut it wasn't much of a storm, after all.” “It was enough of one to save me from giving you a chance to laugh. at me. I was on the verge of proposing to you that afternoon.” She was gazing out toward the boat, which seemed to have met a head-wind that whirled it around and around halfway between the island and shore. “I will admit,” continued James Henry, brazenly, “that it was not tha first occasion when I contemplated proposing marrisg ©; nor were you the first intended victim. But the other times 1 was restrained by inward doubts instead of by the interposition of a thunderstorm. And the other times I was glad afterward that 1 did not commit myself. With you, I meant to find another opportunity.” He could see the color flaming in her cheeks, while she kept her eyes upon the boat. He imagined she was praying that it might drift back so as | to allow her a chance to escape. But he felt that she deserved to listen to all he had to say. “I was looking forward to seeing you the next summer,” James Henry went on, pitilessly. “You sent me that announcement the next June, and at the time I supposed I would be able to cast the episode out of my mind. I divided my August vacation between mountains and seashore and returned to work as a relief to my nerves. “The rest of my confession is, that 1 decided to spend a month here this year, solely because I believed I would find where we were together, and liv- ing that season over again in memory than I could enjoy anywhere else. 1 hardly need to say I riever dreamed of meeting you here.” “Why not?" she asked. “I came last year, as you might have found out had you taken the trouble to— to—" “Acknowledge the announcement of your marriage.” supplied James Henry in a frigid tone. “The announcement of my mar- rlage!” she exclaimed, “You sent it, didn't you? Aren't | you Mrs, Roland Rochford? Have I— lam [—?" I Yeg, you have, and vou are!” Sha| I sprang up ard pointed at the hoat while the wind blew freshly in their faces. “It is coming back." she eried, gleefully. “The wind has ehifted.” It was no time for James [lenry to ! [think of penitence, for onnesite fool. !ings were rampant. She did not try | to eseane from arms, nor did she eve n pretend she wanted to, | “That was Nellie Vanston's wed- | ding.” she told him as «con as he would let her sav anvthing cohorent, “I sent you the announcement, to he sure, for I knew ghe wanted von to know she got somehady after all tha hook and art ta'k ¢he wasted on vou. | And to think you mistook her namo for mine!" | The beat's keel seraped gravel at their feet: but they wera elow rowing hack. As thev went un‘: the footpath toward the honse James | Henry abruptly paused. “We're en. | gaged now, aren’t we?" he pleaded. “TWhy, T sunponse =0." “T jnst wanted to put it that wav to my mother, hut-——er—* he Janghed { sheepishly, “truth s if T was to ha electrocuted for it T ean't recall vour name! Actually, I'm in doubt betwixt | Sibvl and Grace—" “You deserve never to hear 1t!" she cried. Mrs. Canfield met them at the donp with both hands cutstretehed in greet- ing. “Marion Leslie, you dear!” she mur mured. (Copyright, on tha WWW’Wmmwmma FOIOPAIALID 1912, by the MoClure News- papor Svndicate.) e L RS Sea Shells Instead of Glass, As a substitute for glass, sea chelg are used to splendid advantage in the Philinpines. The windows in the main entrance of the Philippine Qeneral | hospital, Manila. @re probably as fine | a modern example of the use of seq | | shells as can be obtained. The sea- shell. windows may also be seen at their best in the old churches. 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