Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, September 10, 1913, Page 6

RS THE EVENING two things: QUALITY and VALUE, You c.n’t go out of OUR store with a suit of ciothes that does not fit you as it should; we wouldn’t let you. You can’t get poor stuff from us at any price; WE DON'T KEEP IT. Outfitter The Hart Schaffner & Marx Clothing JOS. LeVAY The Hu Laacidomatel del il Sel L 2o 2 2el el FHALCL Je Tov ot Fal a2 T uet Lo i ¢ Lakeland Pav:ng&ConstructionCo. ' Artificial Stone, Brick and Concrete Building Material § g Estimates Cheerfully Furnished on Paving 5 We do not “work you” on the price when you buy clothes from us. We want your trade for life and we go after it with just P and all Kinds of Artificial Stone Work 307 West Main Street - F. J. HOFFNAV Pres. Sec.& Tres. T Phone 348-Black ¢ { J. N. DI Supt, & Gen. Man. V. Pres & Asst Man : IKLEGRAM, LAK ELAND, FLA., SEPT. 10, 1913, N A AN TR AT AR TSN g, life partner. \ery clearly Mr. Tre- " herne told his brother-inlaw that his d would not be granted. { I have raised her gently, educated “She would languish and die in the wild, lawless life among you people.” Seemingly accepting this ultimatum, | the two visitors had departed. But | now both Eloise and Burt had seen the lurking Jeff, and Burt knew that ' this meant trouble. | By GERTRUDE MARY SHERIDAN. “You had better keep close in the A fairer picture Burt Dawson fan- house, both of you,” spoke Mr. Tre-' cied he had never seen, and for & pere when he had been advised of minute or two he paused, screened bY pe giscovery of Jeft hanging around the leafy verdure. A girl, tall, falr, ¢he place, “Rivers and Jeff and their bad filled her pitcher at the Bpring. .rowq are dangerous men. It is Eloise | Engineer Sent to the Wild West Learned Many Things— and Love. house, two hundred yards distant, she gy come in for a share of their en- stood looking into the face of the ra- ¢y [ advise you to return to town | Ere she took it up to carry it to the (}ov aro atter, but you, Mr. Dawson, | l J. P. NEWBEGKER - | diant sunset. A golden haze sur- rounded her. In her simple gown, classic as that of some Roman maid- | en, her lithe willowy form, the bare teet not even sandaled, she reminded one of some naiad posing for portrait- | ure in imperishable marble. Her eye brightened as young Daw- son stepped into view. All the lines iof face and form became more dis- tinctly human and expressive. She seemed to realize that his presence | filled out the picture with a new and | delicious intensity. ! “]1 start on my mission in the morn- | ing,” he eaid. “It will seem a lonely | Jaunt, more of a wilderness than ever | after the beautiful days I have passed : in this haven of rest.” | “My uncle has told me,” said Eloise, [ and paused there and a faint film i seemed to dim those beautiful eyes and a quiver crossed her face, “He . fears you are taking a dangerous risk, I and I—" Again she paused. Her glance ' dropped as Burt approached nearer. : He had taken her shapely hand. “And you?” he intimated gently, and . his tones carried a tremulous thrill, | “U hope I have not brought you " trouble,” she said wistfully. “I wish | that you would not undertake this per- | flous mission.” Her hands began to | tremble, and she placed them plead- ingly upon his arm. . into her eyes. l It seemed if she wanted comfort, sympathy, yes, even protection. The tears came He | do what I say and act quickly. in the morning and postpone your sur- vey until you have a strong party with you.” At eleven o'clock that night Burt was aroused from his sleep. It was Treherne, who told him to get up and dress. Then he led him out through the house into the stout log workshop over the river, where he did his rude cooperage tasks. Eloise was there. She stood at the one window of the place with a rifle in her hand, looking every inch an in- trepid daughter of the frontier. In some amazement Burt glanced out. Mounted on horses, armed, some of them bearing torches, were twenty men. Jeft Wadhams was their leader. “What do you want here?” demand- ed Mr. Treherne, going to the window, and Jeff came forward. “We want a man calling himself | Dawson and an engineer,” he re- sponded. “We have information that he is a spy, a disguised detective, and we are going to string him up. This isn't your business, Treherne. Deliv- er him up.” “I want time to consider,” spoke Mr. Treherne, and Lis face was grim, and Eloise kept watch and ward at the window. “Mr. Dawson,” said Treherne, “there is just one way to escape, but you must I shall barrel you up, with a hammer and chisel, drop you into the river and you will float away while these men are wasting their time here.” “And leave Eloise to be carrled away by that rufian outside?” cried Burt. “I will die fighting, first!” The old man was silent. He studied the face of his guest keenly. “You love her?” he asked. “More than my own life!* responded 3urt fervently. “Then"—slowly, solemnly — ‘“make | her your wife. Those ruffians then dare Stood at the One Window. | could not resist the appeal of that bonny wild rose face. His arm crept about her as she lifted her glance. 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IF YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING, SEE MARSHALL & SANDERS The OId Reliable Contractors Who have been building houses in Lakeland for years, and who never "FELL DOWN' or failed to give satisfaction. All classes of buildings contracted for, The many fine residences built by this firm are evidgnces of their ability to make good. MARSHALL & SANDERS Phone 228 Blue ROROPIROR K% A P B TR N I “Don’'t go,” she whispered. “Ob, for my sake—let me go! I dare not—" In amazement Burt felt her tear herself from his clasp, saw her dart towards the house like a hunted, frightened bird. Then he gave a quick start. Weaving his way in and out of the dense underbrush, he made out & skulking form. This Eloise had seen, this lurking presence had driven her soul to vivid alarm, just within the * arished clasp of the man who had wome into her life like a gleam of sunlight. There flashed through Burt's mind as he stood there the picture of a week past. It was a wild western dis- trict, infested by strangely rude and viclous characters. There was a bar ren strip on the Oklahoma side of the country that had been a place of ref- uge for fugitives from justice for years. He had been sent by the en- gineering firm employing him to in- spect the district in conjunction with a new firrigation and railroad proj- ect. He had arrived at the border town of Fifield one week previous. It was necessary for him to make in- quiries there before he prosecuted his Journey. He had been directed to Mr. Treherne, the uncle of Eloise, who was acquainted through the entire section. He had found him to be a former itinerant preacher, but now living some miles from town and en- gaged in a small cooperage business. He and his niece led the truly simple lite. Burt had become their wel- come guest; the days had drifted on pleasantly. He had learned many things of the district he was to pene- trate—and love. Eloire was a pure, simple, beautiful flower uf npature, her whole life One evening, however, foretaste of the people he was des- tined to meet if he continued on his journey. Another uncle of Eloise, 5 | npamed John Rivers, accompanied by one Jeft Wadhams, came down from “the bad lands.” Rivers was voluble ih his demand that his niece should spend part of her time at his home that it was Jeff Wadhams who was urg- ing him to this. The eyes of the des- perado teld that he sought Eloise as { over the border. Burt even surmised ’ i seemed bound up in care for her uncle. | Burt had a | not molest her.” A barefooted bride—how strange! The hasty marriage ceremony—how thrilling! And then, at the insistency of those two who now had a claim up- on him, Burt consented to be ‘bar- reled up.” “They are wicked enough to kill you if they found you here, married or not,” declared Mr. Treherne, “but they dare not molest us. We will join you in Fifield at daylight.” Thirty minutes later, half a mile down the stream, Burt Dawson, safe from pursuit, broke his way out of the barrel in which he had taken a strange, sensational voyage, Two hours later, with a posse gath- ered at Fifleld, he was back at the old house by the river to disperse the baffled outlaw group and claim his falr barefooted bride. (Copyright, 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) HAD A MESSAGE TO DELIVER And Auditore Understood Why Presi dent of Children's Congress Ad- dressed Them Standing. When President Chauncey Devere Appleton ascended the platform to pre- side at the one hundred and forty- ninth convening of the Children’s con- gress, called in session extraordinary, he did not take a seat in the presi- dent’s chair, as was his custom, but remained standing in rather a con- strained, unnatural attitude. “The thought I will give you to take home today,” he began, the welght of a sad experience giving gravity to his voice, “is that none of you must take your mothers literally. “I am seven, and while I believe | that I have reached an age of dignity | and wisdom, my mother does not al- ways agree with me.” A groan swept over the house. “Overcome with pain recently,” he resumed, “at the slap I received from | my sister when I used her oil paints iin decorating my dog, I broke into tears. “‘Don’t ery,’ sald my mother. ‘Be a man!’ “‘Be a man!’ It sounded good to e e et e——————— Ao e N S WA e — $4840a081eRe e SAsLILRIRIATTISSLINIALNNLLILY BROTHER TQM’S WIFE By BELLE MANIATES. My brother Tom has a m(_rst bgau- titul country place, a charming little match - making mania, and she is disconsolate over the fact that, in spite of her strenuous efforts and house parties in my behalf, I am still “unspoken for.” She makes her motive 8o very apparent to the luckless victim and to the onlook- coldly aloof, and discourage any atten- tions. But today when I read her letter urging me to come to Homewild for the month of August, I mutinied, for there was the inevitable postscript: “Oh, Allene, Tom has Invited the dearest man in the world—next to himself—to spend the month with us! We met him when we went west last winter, although Tom used to know him long ago in college. He's just | your sort of a man.” My sort of a man, indeed; I don’t know, myself, what sort that may be. 1 sat down in a white heat of anger, and laid bare my pent-up feelings to Nan. 1 received in reply such a dear little note from Nan. She was so sorry, and she would not match-make any more. She and Tom had reconciled themselves to thc idea that 1 was heart-whole and fancy-free, and would probably remain go, so I telegraphed vhat T would start tonight. \When I reached the little station near Homewild. my heart failed me at beholding, in waiting with Nan and Edgar, a man, big and brown. He was introduced to me in a careless way by Nan as Mr. Saltern. T was reassurpd when she bade Edgar occupy the front seat of the touring car with him, and she and I took the back seat. “Who is he?” T asked, in ding way. “Only Edgar's tutor,” she replied. “The lad got so behind in his studies last year when he went with us, that Tom engaged this man to coach him.” We had a lovely evening. There was a soft misty rain—what Edgar called a “drizzle-drazzle,” and we all spent the evening within. Mr. Saltern seems to be quite en famile. He is such a strapping, manly fellow, I shouldn't think tutoring would be his line. I never had such a delightful week at Homewild. Such a quiet, restful time. T am studying Spanish with Mr. Saltern and Edgar. We three go on excursions together. Edgar explores the woods and the river while his tu- tor and I sit on a fallen log and he reads Spanish. Tomorrow is my last day at Home- wild in peace and comfort, for Nan has Invited some people down. I shall continue to devote most of my time to Spanish, however, as I am making such progress, and enjoy the study so much, but it won't be quite the same with curious people about. We are go- ing for our last row on the river to- night. We went far up the river last night, and drifted back. He didn’t have to row. The light from a moon of pale orange shone deep down in the river, and somewhere off in the wooded shores, a man's rich tenor voice was ringing forth, the notes falling with caressing cadence. We were talking seriously about life, and the end of my visit, and then, I don’t remember how he told me, but the orange moon, the lights in the river, the soft lapping of the water against the boat, the dis- tant song and what he whispered to me were all blended into one beauti. ful whole. After awhile he talked seriously ‘agaln, this time about himself and his—I mean our—prospects. It seems he has a big business, but it has come to a standstill pending the issue of a lawsult, and in the meantime he 18 a forbid- {me, and I resolved to be one. | “That evening I watched my father closely, and the next day I tried to be & man’ 1 grumbled about my breakfast, I picked up the morning paper, and scattered it all over the |house; I collected father's cigar stumps and left one on the piano, two In the fern dish, three on the dresser, and four, with ashes and matches, on the dining room table 'cloth. I was swearing about my col- lar button wheu my mother heard me. | “1 am tiylag to “be a man!”' 1 cried wh he grabbed me. ‘You told o & man!” I wailed when she b tuish me, “Bro siter delegates, my eppes '::h\ e¢ and walked stiffiy and pal 1 the platform, ! hadn't sat = uuwn durlng the | sesaion.—Cleveland Leader, _ _— Frigid Fido. Mrs. Coin—Didn't you pr } t ng R down with you thig season? . o4 Mrs. Rox The darling sy | s0 much with 7 ln-g'Nfl"(d him on coid stor. heat t tutoring Edgar. In the fall he will be in poeition to go on with his busi- ness, and at Christmas I am going to his home with him I told Nan this morning while he ha_d gone to the station with Tom to bring back the guests. To my surprise she was greatly pleased. Then she looked a little frighteried. “Oh, Allene, 1 don't know how to tell you, but he isn't Mr. Saltern. He isn't Edgar's tutor—don't look so stern, dear, but he js—" “Jim Wilde, Tom's fri 3 — s friend,” I replied, “Oh, Allene. how dig you know? 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