Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 1, 1913, Page 2

PAGE TWO 7 el ” U Drenk Romance A CHAPTER XV. The Man's Heart. Now, love produces both happiness and unhappiness, but on the whole I think the happiness predominates, for love itself it it be true and high is its own reward. Love may feel itself unworthy and may shrink even from the unlatching of the shoe lace of the beloved, yet it joys in its own exist- ence nevertheless. Of course fits greatest satisfaction is in the return, but there is a sweetness even in the despair of the truly loving. Enid Maitland, however, did mnot have to endure indifference, or fight against a passion which met with no response, for this man loved her with a love that was greater even than her own. The moon, in the trite aphor- ism, looks on many brooks, the brook sees no moon but the one above him in the heavens. In one sense his merit in winning her affection for him- self from the hundreds of men she knew, was the greater; in many years he had only seen this one woman. Naturally she should be everything to him. She represented to him not only the woman but womankind. He had been a boy practically when he had buried himself in those mountains, and in all that time he had seen no- body like Enid Maitland. Every ar- gument which had been exploited to show why she should love him could be turned about to account for his passion for her. They are not necess- ary, they are all supererogatory, idle words. To him also love had been born in an hour. It had flashed into existence as if from the flat of the Divine, Oh, he had fought against it. Like | the cremites of old he had been scourged into the desert by remorse and another passion, but time had done its work. The woman he first loved had ministered not to the spir- {itual side of the man, or if she had 80 ministered in any degree it was be- cause he had looked at her with a glamour of inexperience and youth. During those five years of solitude, of 'Chali’ C study and of reflection, the truth had gradually unrolled itself before him, Conclusions vastly at variance with what he had ever believed possible as to the woman upon whom he had first bestowed his heart, had got into his being and were in solution there; this present woman was the precipitant which brought them to life. He knew now what the old appeal of his wife had been. He knew now what the mew appeal of this woman was. In humanity two things in life are snat {a just what we are giviag. 2hone 180 CAMEO S Brooches, pendants, scarf pins, bar pins—a full line of the above goods just selected from a large stock. cut, the work of artisans. Call and look them over. ways glad to show our goods. 3 Jeweler Long Lifeof Linen uiong with geod lamndry werk (s what you are lesking for ant Lakelana Steam Laundry H. C. ST THE EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., OCT. 1, 1913. feeling. He never said a word, how- ! ever, he held his lips at least fettered and bound for he believed that honor and its obligations weighed down the balance upon the contrary side to which his inclinations lay. He was not worthy of this woman. In the first place all he had to of- fer her was a blood stained hand. That might have been overcome in his mind; but pride in his self pun- ishment, his resolution to withdarw isbment, his resolution to withdraw such time as God completed his ex- plation and signified his acceptance of the penitent by taking away his life, held him inexorably. The dark face of his wife rose be- fore him. He forced himself to think upon her, she had loved him, she had given him all that she could. He re- membered how she had pleaded with him that he take her on that last and most dangerous of journeys, her devo- tion to him had been so great she could not let him go out of her sight a moment, he thought fatuously! And he killed her. In the queer turmoil of his brain he blessed himself for every- thing. He could not be false to his purpose, false to her memory, un- worthy of the passion in which he be- lieved she had held him and which he believed he had inspired. If he had gone out in the world, after her death he might have forgot- ten most of these things, he might have lived them down. Saner clear- er views would have come to him. His morbid self reproach and self con- sciousness would have been changed. But he had lived with them alone for five years and now there was no put- ting them aside. Homnor and pride, the only things that may successfully fight against love, overcome him. He inextricably intermingled, body and soul. Where the function of one be- gins and the function of the other ends no one is able to say. In all human passions are admixtures of the earth earthy. We are born the sons of old Adam as we are reborn the sons of the New. Passions are complex. As in harvest wheat and tares grow together until the end, so in love earth and heaven mingle ever. He remembered a clause from an an- cient marriage service he had read. “With my body I thee worship,” and with every fibre of his physical being, he loved this woman. It would be idle to deny that, im- possible to disguise the facts, but in the melting pot of passion the pre- ponderant ingredient was mental and spiritual; and just because higher and holier things predominated, he held her in his heart a sacred thing. Love is like a rose: the material part is the beautiful blossom; the spiritual factor is the fragrance which abides in the rose jar even after every leaf has fad- ed away, or which may be expressed from the soft petals by the hard cir- cumstances of pain and sorrow until there is left nothing but the lingering perfume of the flower. His body trembled if she laid a hand upon him, his soul thirsted for her; present or absent he conjured before his tortured brain the sweet- ness that inhabited her breast. He had been clearsighted enough in an- alyzing the past, he was neither clear- sighted nor coherent in thinking of the present. He worshiped her, he could have thrown himsell upon his knees to her; if it would have added to her happiness, she could have killed him, smiling at her. Rode she in the Juggernaut car of the ancient idol, with his body, would he have un- hesitatingly paved the way and have been glad of the privilege. He longed to compass her with sweet obser- servances. The world revenged itself upon him for his long neglect, it had summed up in this one woman all its charm, its beauty, its romance, and had thrust her into his very arms. His was one of those great passions which illuminate the records of theé past. Paolo had not loved Francesca more. Oh, yes, the woman knew he loved her. It was not in the power of mor- tal man no matter how iron his re- straint, how absolute the imposition of his will, to keep his heart hidden, his passion undisclosed. No one could keep such things secret, his love for her cried aloud in a thousand ways, even his look when he dared to turn his eyes upon her was eloquent of his The Dark Face of His Wife Rose Be- fore Him, could not give way. He wanted to, every time he was in her presence he longed to sweep her to his heart and crush her in his arms and bend her head back and press lips of fire on her lips. But honor and pride, held him back. How long would they continue to ex- ercise dominion over him? Would the time come when his passion ris- ing like a sea would thunder upon these artificial embankments of his soul, beat them down and sweep them away? At first the disparity between their situations, not so much upon account of family or of property—the treas- ures of the mountains, hidden since creation he had discovered and let lie —but because of the youth and posi- tion of the woman compared to his own maturer years, his desperate ex- perience, and his social withdrawal had reinforced his determination to live and love without a sign. But he had long since got beyond this. Had he been free he would have taken her like a viking of old, if he had to pluck her from amid a thousand swords and carry her to a beggar's hut which love would have turned to a palace. And she would have come with him on the same conditions. Try s, He did not know that. Women West Main 4. have learned through centuries of weakness that fine art of concealment which man has never mastered. She never let him see what she thought of i him. Yet he was not without sus- picion; if (hat spicion grew to cer- | tainty, would he conirol himself then? At first he had sought to keep out of her way, but she had compelled { him to come in. The room that was kitchen and bed room and re room Every stone fine, clean { for him was cheerless and somewhat cold. Save at night or when he was We are al- ibusy with other tasks outside they | lived togethed in the great room. It was always warm, it was always | [The little piles of manuscript she had noted were books that he had V E N S | written. He made no effort to con- Lakeland Fla. i ceal such thirgs from her. He talked ’ | frankly enough about his life in the hills, indeed there was no possibil- ity of avoiding the discussion of such W. K. Jackson Owner and Manufac- turers’ Agent Brokerage--Real_Estate TELL US WHAT YOU HAVE TO SELL [ WE WILL TRY TO FIND A BUYER - TELL US WHAT YOU WANT T¢ BUY; : WE WILL TRY TO FIND A SELLER ‘ Rooms 6 and 7, DEEN & RRYANT |Building ? Lakeland e ._,-\s;or.latel- w, K. MCRae topics. On but two subjects was he inexorably silent. One was the pres- ent state of his affections and the other was the why and wherefore of Real h:ls lonely life. She knew beyond per- . adventure that he loved her, but she |ESta“ had no faint suspicion even as to the reason why he had become a recluse! He had never given her the slightest clew to his past save that admission | that he had known Kirkby which was in itself nothing definitive and which she never connected with that pack- | age of letters which she still kept with her. The man’s mind was too active and fertile to be sat with manual labor alone, the bo that he had written were scientific treati n the main. One w a learned d of the fauna and flora of the moun- { tains. Agother was an exbaustive ac- L] Florida bright, it was always cheerful, there. | ssion ! count of the mineral resources and ' geological formations of the range. He had only to allow a whisper, a | suspicion of his discovery of gold and silver in the mountains to escape him, and the canons and crests alike would be filled with eager prospectors. Still a third work was a scientific analysis of the water powers in the canons. He had willingly allowed her to read them all. Much of them she found technical and, aside from the fact that he had written them, unin- teresting. But there was one book remaining in which he simply dis- cussed the mountains in the various seasons of the year; when the snows covered them, when the grass and the moss came again, when the flowers bloomed, when autumn touched the trees. There was the soul of the man, poetry expressed in prose, man- like but none the less poetry for that. This book pored over, she questioned him about it; they discussed it as they discussed Keats and the other poets. Those were happy evenings. She on one side of the fire sewing, her finger wound with cloth to hold his giant thimble, fashioning for herself some winter garments out of a gay and exquisitely woven Navajo blank- et, soft and pliable almost as an old- fashioned piece of satin—priceless if she had but known it—which he put at her disposal. While on the other side of the same homely blaze he made for her out of the skins of some of the animals that he had Kkilled, a shapeless foot covering, half mocca- sin and wholly leggin, which she could wear over her shoes in her short excursions around the plateau and comfortable. By her permission he smoked as he worked, enjoying the hour, putting aside the past and the future and for a few moments blissfully content. Sometimes he laid aside his pipe and whatever work he was engaged upon tal noble number. tertainment fell to her and she sang to him in her glorious contralto voice music that made him sad. Once he could stand it no longer. At the end of a burst of song which filled the lit- tle room—he had risen to his feet while she sang, compelled to the erect ;pnsilmn by thie nificent melody— i as the last not ed away and she smiled at him tr phant and expec- | tant of his pr: nd his approval, he ‘:hurlm! himself out of the room and into the night, wrestling for hours | with the storm which after all was but a trifle to that which raged in his bosom. While she, left alone and de- serted, quailed within the silent room till she heard him come back. . Often and often when she slept quietly on one side the thin partition, he lay awake on the other, and some- times his | ion drove him forth to cool the fever, the fire in his soul in the icy, wintry air. The struggle within him preyed upon him, the keen | loving eye of the woman searched his face, scrutinized him, looked into his | heart, saw what was there. She determined to end it, deciding that he must confess his affections. She had no premonition of the truth sequences held her back. She could give free range to her love and her devotion. She had the ordering of their lives and she had the power to end the situation growing more and | more impossible. She fancied the ! matter easily terminable. She thought she had only to let him see her heart in such ways as a maiden may, to bring joy to his own to make him speak. She did not dream of the re- ality. One night, therefore, a month or i more after she had come, she re- solved to end the uncertainty. She believed the easiest and the quickest . way would be to get him to teil her . why he was there. She naturally sur- mised that the woman of the picture, | which she had never seen since the | first day of her arrival, was in some | measure the cause of it; and the only pain she had in the situation was the keen je y that would obtrude itself at the thought of that woman. She remembered everything that he had 1 to her, and she recalled that he had once made the remark that he would treat her as he would have his wife treated if he had one, there- fore whoever and whatever the pic- ture of this woman was, she was not his wife. She hit have been some one he had loved, but who had not loved him. it have died. She was jealous of her, but she did not fear her. After a long and painful effort the | woman had completed the winter suit she had made for herself. He had ad- vised her and had helped her. It was | a belted tunic that fell to her knees; the red and black stripes ran around it, edged the broad collar, cuffed the warm sleeves and marked the grace- | ful waist line It was excessively be- coming to her. He had been down in- to the valley, or the pocket, for a final inspection of the burros before the night, which promised to be severe, fell, and she had taken advantage of the opportunity to put it on. She knew that she was beautiful; ber determination to make this even- { ing count had brought an unusual color to her cheeks, an unwonted ‘ sparkle to her eye. She stood up as : she heard him enter the other room, shé was | through t door and faced her, | had only seen what shabby bl camp dress t fairly smote h great coat, snow ¢ l'it, entranced. The woman smiled at | the effect she produced : (Continued on Page 7.) She mi He fur colored, red, white and black ancient | and which would keep her feet warm | and read to her from some immor- | Sometimes the en- | ! and no consideration of any evil con- ! TASTY COMBINATION IS THIS Use of Flowered and Plain Cotton Voile Gives Distinction to Simple Frock. A fascinating use of flowered and plain cotton voile in combination has made this frock distinctive and beautiful. The surplice blouse and tunic are made of the plain white voile, the former bordered on its outer edge with the flowered material. The long, rather close- fitting sleeve which is set In has a plain upper portion and a deep cuff of the figured voile. The roses which sprinkle the latter are large with quite & bit of attendant foliage and the green of this has been repeated in ! the velvet girdle. A navel feature of the underskirt is the band of figured . voile set in at the knee, Novel Scent Bag. i A novel heart-shaped scent bag 18 "'made of sheer white silk marquisette and is filled with dried roses and addi- tionally perfumed with the natural odor of the flowers. The same idea may be effectively carried out in vio- lets or in lavender. The rose and vio- let are particularly good for perfuming the contents of bureau drawers, ward- robes, trunks, etc., imparting the deli- | cate fragrance of the natural flower to the gown, waist or lingerie. The lav- | ender bags are appropriate for perfum- | ing the linen closet or chest. The dried | flowers in their- natural colorings are visible through the marquisette cases, making them very attractive, Outdoor Gowns. One of the difficulties of outdoor dressing i1 our climate is that toil i ettes for the races, for instance, how- ever cleverly devised, may look abso- | lutely nunsuitable on a heavy, dull day. Whereas those intended for evening twear are to be worn in drawing rooms Ubrilliantly lighted and a gently tem- pered atmosj ‘e, who can tell what may be the ct of bright sunshine ;I'll emphatic colors? Yellow becomes loud under bright sunshine and a soft | alliance of muslin, lace and tulle, | charming on a clear, warm day, looks | out of place and unhappy under a gray sky with a cold wind e oy S Pure, rich, sterlized cream trca cows inspected and passed by the City Pure Food Depart- meu:. Manufactured under the most modern and perfect conditions. ALL (ingredients that go to make our tream MUST be the standard of pur- ity and quality. There s a difference In “Frozen Cus- learn to say and POINSETTIA Ice “ream. Try !t. tards” fOR SALE BY Lake Fharmacy ARKE 1he sidewalk that {s made by w it CEMENT 18 the walk that the weather will not effect. NOW, before the inclement weath o of late fall sets In, have us lay those veeded walks, repalr your cel or and make other repairs tha shculd Ye done with CEMENT Ask us for figures—we're glad w mbmit them., » Lakeland Artificial Stone Works' H. B. Ziminerman, Prop.”} LW. YARNELL successor to W. K. McRao, TRANSFER LINES )raying and Hauling of All Kingg Prompt and Reasonable Bervie } Guaranteed. Household Moving a Bpesialy Phone 67 Green Lakeland, my — .The Lodges. — Pa!m Chapter, U. E. 8. meets r/en wcond and fourth Thursday aighy » each month at 7:30 . m. Mn fora Keen, W, M.; J. F. Wilson ey, “Lakeland Lodge No. 31. F &% ¥. Regular communications held o) wecond and 4th Mondays at 7:30 ) a. Visiting brethren cordially ta rited. J. C. OWENS, W X J. ¥, WILSON, Becy K OF 2. KRegular meeting ever) iuesda o 7:80 at Odd Fellows Hall. Vish (g wembers always welcome. F. D. BRYAN, Chancellor Commander, 1 M. _ACKSON, Secretary POST 33, G. A. R Meats the first Saturdaay io ever nonth at 10 s m. at the home o M. Sparling on Keatucky avenut . RHAKFER, mmender J. R. TALLEY, Adjuta Lakeland Chapter, R. A M. N (3 meets tha first Thursday night . wch month in Masonic Hall Vil as companions welcomed. A ! .eonard, H. P.; J. F. Wilson 8eey Lakeland Camp No. 78, W. ¢ W meoets every Thursda night V. ond men Circle first and third Thursds afternoons at 83:0v o'clock. W ! Ettridge, Councls Commander; Mn Lula Hcbd, Guaidian of Circle. POLK ENCAMYMENT NO. & 10 0! Polk Encamyment No. U, L. U f., meets the first and third Ao iays. Visiting Patriarchs welcom F. A. McDONALD, 8cribe 4. B. ZIMMERMAN, Chjef Patriarch. GLAtoB ofL A Orange biossom Div. No. ) d. I A to B. of L. E. meets exe scond and fourth Wednesdays ¢ wac, month at 2:30 p. m, Visith tisters always welcomme, MRS. ). C. BROWN Bee) Moots every Tuesday night at )clock, at Mcoonald’s hall, fnited Brocherhood of Carpeate aad Joiners of America, Local 1771 Meets each Thursday night Morgau & @roover hall, ov Bates’ Dry Gnods Store. Visiti: brothe.s welcome. R.1.. MARSHALL, Presider! J. W. LAYTON, Vice Pres. J. W. JOGAN, Treasurer J. H ¥ELDS, Fin. 8ecy. H F.DIETR.iCH, Rec. %oy H. . COX, Conductor WUEL BOYER, W. 8CaRR, WILLNOGHBY Elnora Rebekah Lodge No | meets every second and fourth o ! fay nigbws at 1. 0. O F. hal! ing brothers and sisters cordis | mvitea. | MRM. (. E. ROBERTSON, N MR3. GUY ARENDELL, See Lake Lodge No. 2,10 O ! usets F.iday nights at 7:190, at Y O.F. batl. Visiting drothers & ‘ordially ‘nvited. J. 4. REYNOLDS, Be< Q. M. EATON, N. G. S— ORDER OF EAGLES. Tue MFraternal Order of Ear! aeets every Wednesday aight ! :80, at 0dd Fellows’ hall. J. H. WILLIAMS, Presiden! E. M. SMAILS Secretary BROR Lakeland Lodge No. 1291, Bene’ tent and Protective Order of EIf meets every Thursday might In lod Tooms over postoffice. Visiting bret GEPORGE MOORE. E R