Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, September 3, 1913, Page 6

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Come in and have a talk with us, and see if we can't suggest a color scheme for your house that will appeal to your good taste. Jackson & Wilson Co. g QHE FVENING FlLEGH ] ! ery of a marriage! The words had fair- | 1y choked her as she stood beside this I l Why an Austrian Countess Fell i in Love With Her Amer- i ican Husband. | Try and be agreeable at least.” ! Crosby sank into the seat beside ' his wife, and opened a magazine. She never even turned her head from the window, or showed that she had heard his words. | The train moved out of the station, i and on through the long tunnel. Through Yolande's mind raced the ! whole insane escapade, ever since she | had left Vienna four weeks ago. The man beside her was her husband in the eyes of the law, yet the veriest stranger to her. She had almost beg . ged him to marry her and take her out of Austria, anywhere in the whole world where she could be sure of nev- " er seeing Ristori’s ugly, smiling face . again, The weeks had passed lilke some | strange, gray dream, the midnight journey from Vienna when at every stopping place she had expected her fa- ' ther and Ristori to appear and reclaim her. The trip across the channel to . England, the few days in hiding there, and then their marriage—such a mock- By MAUDE J. PERKINS. l T | “I think Elliot is on this train. 1! shall go on with you as far as Ben- nington so he won't suspect anything. i tall, lean-faced American, and vowed i to love, honor and obey him, to cleave ! to him until death, forsake all others, | this when she had told him flatly the marriage was merely a ceremony for convention's sake. Just as soon as they came to'his land, she herself would break the tie, and leave him. It had never occurred to her what he must think of her, how she demand- ed everything, the shelter and pres- | tige of wifehood, his care and protec- | tion in this darkest hour of her whole | life, all in return for nothing. Elliot was the man they had seen last in Vienna. He was a friend of | Ristor{'s, she knew, and at every| point along the line they had seen him silent as a shadow, and as certain to appear. | Bennington was the little seaside | place Crosby had suggested their go- ing to from New York. He had a! | bungalow there, a rough sort of | bachelor place, but comfortable, and | ishe could rest in peace there untlli | they had made definite plans. They | ; had not seen Elliot in the four days in | | New York. Crosby believed he had i lost the trail, yet there he was again on the same train. Yolande shivered, and pressed her face close to the pane of glass. She wished she could have | fallen out unseen into the darkness they were hurtling through, and so found oblivion. “You are tired, countess,” Crosby's voice roused her. He had never once called her by her own name, always with the touch of formal reserve, and | by her own title. “Do you care for any food or refreshments?” “Thank you, nothing.” “1 am going to leave you at Benning- ton. I have wired to Kusick, the old caretaker at my place, and either he or his daughter shall meet you at the station. 1 shall go on into the smoker where Elliot is, and distract Lis atten- tion. He will think you are still on the train. Later I may return and see ! that you are weil cared for, until we | make final arrangements.” She shivered. She had always hated finality. And he spoke of their separa- ' i tlon casually. Suddenly she turned ' and looked at him one swift, searching i glance from her dark eyes. “How cold blooded you Americans are. Oh, I know it is nothing at all to you, no more than to myself, and yet —I am your wife.” “Well?" His tone gave her no clue to his thoughts. “Some men, men of my land, would not permit a wife like myself to slip i through their hands like a jewel inan | unknown sea.” “We Americans do not care for women who have nolove for us,” he answered. “We do not marry unless there is love on both sides.” “I know,” impatiently, “but you have ELAND, FLA,, S | somewhere, People were rising around [ them. | but felt her hand on his. { vel of her love, he felt her arms relax, EPT, 2, 1913, doors it was pitch dark. He knew they ‘ must be out towards the shore line Instinctively, he too stood up, " UNLESS YOU HNOW WHERE T0 | BUY — s HE ESTION gf” LIVING IS “What is it?" i “] don't know yet. Stay here and I'll | find out.” | “I won't leave you.” He felt her rise, | and move slewly behind him. The ves- | tivuled doors ¢t the end were closed. | he knew. Up at the forward end of the ' car a woman shrieked suddenly in ner- | vous suspense. Yolande's hand crept ! into his palm, and stayed there. And suddenly from somewhere there came the smell of burning wood. Crosby | caught it first and made for a window. ' He smashed the glass out with his el-' bow. The gust of cold fresh air seem- | ed to revive them both. “I will go first, then you follow,” he told her. She obeyed implicitly. He: pulled himself through the aperture,’ and dropped to the ground below.: She was beside him in another min-' ute. The train curved on the sharp bend like a wounded reptile in agony. ! Up forward the baggage car was in flames. The engine rose in the air, ramming the train ahead it had col- lided with. Two cars lay on their sides in the steep gully at one side of the track, with the flames breaking through them. | “Great heavens,” muttered Crosby, flinging off his coat. “There are men in these cars, One in the smoker, with Elliot.” | Yolande's arms reached for his neck and clung there. “Don’t leave me, Allan, don't leave me,” she begged. And there in the darkness lit only by the distant flames, their lips met for the first time. As he held her close in the strange awakening mar- - e st ¥ IF YOU KNOW The selection will be the best The variety unmatched The quality unsurpassed The price the lowest All these you find at our store Just trade with us This settles the question of living essesssesssscnnn Best Butter, per pound..-......... Sugar, 17 pounds ...... cevressaeinaneen. 108 Cottolene, 10 pound pails.......... and knew she had fainted. her, he bore her along beside the track until the blaze showed him the sand embankment at one side. Gaining this, Lifting ee oo seseesll35 he laid her down, and covered her Cottolene, 4-pound pails........... GOLKEOUUCO T with his coat. Then he joined the $ 0 men who were working like demons to 4 pounds Snowdrift Lard. Re i SRR 5 get out the living creatures from the, $nowdrift, 10-pound pails......... g e sndeds burning cars. { In the gray dawn that morning, 3 cans family size Cream .........s cooer oo vunen. 2D hours after, they stood in the little e shore bungalow at Bennington. The 8 cans baby size Cream........coo00 eioee oo oone.. 28 rescue train had carried the survivors on, and Kusick had waited faithfully 1-2 barrel best Flour ............cccecees creeeeee 310 at the station with the car until their rival | 12 ponnds best Flour.......c.c. voee eay vunnnn.. 48 “Elliot was dead when we reached 2 A vl o e B Octagon Soap, 6 for ..... B R e S were letters in his pockets. I have Ground Coffee, perpound ... ... ..o cever o veen.. B3 them all, and made arrangenzents to have him cared for. He had orders § gallons Kerosene .............. o el e ve sinisier 98 to shoot me, and send you back home.” ! She leaned avay from him, sup-' porting herself ag..ust the table, her eyes wide with horror, her face white and tired. “1 wiil stuy with you if you do not mind until noon. There {8 a train I can get back then.” Her hands reached toward him. *'Do you want to go so much, Allan?” she asked, a little break in her voice, “You are too willing to let me go.” He leaned forward, looking into her eyes, “Can you truthfully say to me that you mean every word you spoke back there in London? Can you, Yo lande?” “Death was near tonight. And I tol- lowed you, did I not?” “There was a tap at the door. It was Kusick, hat in hand, his face anx- fous. “There is an earlier train west, sir, at seven, if you wish that one,” Crosby nodded his head. Yolande | was looking down at the blaze of drift- wood on the wide old rock hearth, “I shall not take it, thanks, Kusick,” he answered. “Send to town for my luggage, will you?” (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate,) ERECTED-Bf DEVOUT INDIANS Statue in Village of Jamay, Mexico, Unique Among the Monuments of the World. In the heart of the main plaza of the little Indian village of Jamay, on the shore of Lake Chapala, in the state of Jalisco, Mex., stands a remarkable monument. The pedestal s built of brick and cencrete, while the statue ot Pope Pius IX., which crowns it, is made of concrete. There are two notice able features about this monumeat &E. G. TWEEDELL What is There Here Ycu Need There must be'some- thing i n our great assortment of hard- ware that you need. No matter what it is--come to our store. Pick out what you no ardor, no perseverance. An Italian, | Firstly, the pope faces in two direc- a Russian, a Hungarian, if he loves, he | 1008, haviug no back to his figure; knows he can make any woman love 504 secondly, the monument, costing him in return if he can win her. You | omething like 15,000 pesos, was erect- are very shy, 1 think"” | ed in tultiliment of a vow made by cer- He laughed shortly. This coming' tain devout Indians of Jamay some 50 want and you will be surprised to find suck good articles at at such low prices. from the woman he had thrown up everything for to help out of a family , row, was distinctly feminine. Her fa- ther had ordercd her to marry Cheva- | ler Ristorl. Crosby knew the old count was head over heels in debt, that he had fairly thrown himself on Ristori's mercy and ofiered anything, even his daughter, in exchange for a few canceled notes. He himself, had met the young coun- tess at the embassy balls several times, She was a haughty youngster, only a few manths out of conve:. life, and She was motherless, almost friendless, , He had never forgotten the night she | had sent for him, and told him briefly | out of all the men she had met, she | bad selected him as her kright errant, | because he was an American, and be. | cause he had not made love to her. | Those had been her reasons, yet now | she could sit there and deliberately tell him he had no ardor, after he had trampled down every impulse to seize her in his arms and compel her to love him, ever since that day in London i when her ccol masical voice had ae cepted him as her husband, The train stopped suddenly as the emergency brakes were jammed down The lights of the car went out. Qut. « % i pestilence disappeared soon after, and | still new to the dignity of long dresses, | years ago, when a terrific pestilence, probably smallpox, carried off more than half the inhabitants of the vil- lage. The survivors prayed to the saints to avert the pestilence, but ap- parently without result. They then prayed to the pope at Rome, vowing to build the monument should the curse of the plague be removed. The We please the hard to please - our best customers are those are hardest to satisfy. the monument, the result of the contri- bution of some article of jewelry or a day's labor of every Indian left alive in Jamay, was promptly erected.— Wide World Magazine. —_——— Particular Customer, “You are very young to be a reg- istered pharmacist,” said the lady with the massive jaw. “I wish the proprietor to wait on me and not any young clerk.” “Where is your prescription?” ine quired the proprietor, coming forward. “l have no prescription. What I want is five 2-cent postage stamps.” ——————————— No matter what you need in hardware, it will repay you to call and inspect our stock be- fore making a purchase. Wilson Hardware Co Phone™ 71 Gppositefllfi)epot False Alarm. “It is absurd for Bixby to have such a loud horn on that little automobile of his.” “Yes. He makes pedestrians think something {s coming and then disap- points them.”