Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 27, 1914, Page 2

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All work GUARANTEED ONE YEAR As an evidence of geod faith I will allow the property owner to retain 10 per cent of the amo unt of their bill for that time, pro- viding they will agree to pay the retainer with 8 per cent per an- num at the end of the guarant ee periog if the work shows no in- Jurious defects caused by defe ctive material or workmanship. D. CROCKETT Box 451 Res., 501 North Iowa Avenue. . Y. 0. Address, L Sl SR S RS ) ooty 4 lMAY[S GROCERY (0. e “Reduce the cost of living,” our motto for nineteen fourteen Will sell staple groceries, hay, feed, Wilson-Toomer Fertilizers, all kinds of shipping crates and baskets, and seed potatoes, etc., at reduced prices Mayes Grocery Co. LAKELAND, FLORIDA B Rd R RRPPRRERPBRRPeeerdiid EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., APRIL 27, 1914. JUST TURLEY'S DAD By IZOLA FORRESTER. When the wagon stopped, Hookey wakened. He could hear Turley talking to somebody. He could see sunlight fiickering through the meshes of the' sacking, which she had thrown over him. It had been night-time when he had fallen asleep. That much he remembered. But not where he had fallen asleep. He had left McGinnis’' round midnight. And there had been three others, the three men who had been discharged that Saturday from the El Oro works. Hookey had been discharged also. He had dreaded going home. Turley and Mate would be waiting for him. It had seemed better to go down to McGinnis’ place of refuge with the other three, and talk matters over. Lazily he tried to recall what they had talked about, when Turley’s voice stirred him to fresh consclousness. “It's just dad under there,” she was paying briskly. “He didn’t come home all night, so this morning me an' Mate drove down after him. I'll fix him when I get him up home, “Laying down by the creek, sound asleep, Sunday morning. He ain't got | a bit of pride, dad ain't. Been fo town, Mr. Nixon?" The web of dreams was swept from Hookey's turgid brain at the name. Nixon had seen fit tor discharge him from the works. Hookey couldn't see any reason why he was not a neces- sary and desirable employe for the El Oro or any other mine in the state of Nevada. He felt injured and sorrow- ful. . “Now, I've got to get him home, and wake him up, and make him fix up for Sunday. An’ there ain't a blessed thing in the shack but salt pork and cornmeal. I wanted some prunes today. He promised me, sure enough, I could have prunes today— and, look at him!” Nixon laughed his hearty laugh that made children like him. Even four- year-old Mate joined in. But Turley didn’t. She wanted prunes, and it wasn't funny. “I guess I'll hand over your dad's money to you, Turley,” he remarked. “Tell Your Dad to Drop 'Round to the Works.” “Fourteen dollars and sixty-five cents; there you are. Now you can get your prunes. And say, I wouldn't' say any- thing to the old chap about it till he gets straightened up—you under- stand?” “Do I look like a phoniegraph?” de- manded Turley wisely. “As if I didn't | know him.” “Will you be all right getting home?l I'll ride along with you, if you're afraid.”\ “Oh, I'm not afraid, thanks, Mr. Nixon. Mate and me can manage him | it he wakes up. And dad never hurts us.” “I didn't mean him,” Nixon checked himself. It was no use telling this child of twelve what he meant. He rode along in silence, behind the old road wagon. It was a rickety, much-mended wagon. Every time the left hind wheel hit a rock in the road, the iron rim nearly parted company with the spokes. Under the pile of sacking lay the form of old Hookey Willlams, picked up and carted home by his two mother- less children. ° | Maybe the other fellows had been . that led through a gully. It was only | that sort. Turning the old horse’s head ~ straight for the bush, he urged it on, | ley’s face, and tore at her bare neck | beat its way out, panting, scared and | and the black pony straining for free Nixon knew the whole story. Not that it amounted to much. The mother had died a couple of years before the strike at the El Oro. Turley had been housekeeper at the shack, and had mothered Mate. Also, she had taken her mother's place as boss of Hookey, and supreme arbiter of his goings and comings. . As Nixon rode bghind Hookey's fam- ily, he almost regretted letting the old man go. The discharge was merely a blow that would react on the chil- dren. “Tell your dad to drop round to the works about Wednesday morning, Tur ley,” he called as he started his pony ahead. Turley nodded, and waved her hand to him. She knew what that meant. There had been some kind of trouble, and her dad was laid off. She com- pressed her thin lips flercely to keep back the sobs, lest Mate should see her crying and bawl. The road led downhill, and she let the old horse walk slowly, so as not to jar the sleeper under the sacking. Nixon was already out of sight. He was in a hurry. Even Turley kmew why. The saddle bags that slapped against the black pony’s sides were weighted with about six thousand dollars to pay off with at the works on Monday. The superintendent went after the money every Saturday, riding the 15 miles down to the express office at Gale and back over the hills to El Oro. Midway between the two was Hookey’s shack, a dab of gray slabs amid the autumn foliage that clothed the foothills with glory. It had been good of the superintend- ent to hand over the $14 to her. Even with tearfilled eyes, she wound the reins ’'round the whip stock and let the old horse take its time, while she counted the bills over in her lap. And Hookey, cautiously lifting one corner of the sacking and watching her, felt his heart softening toward Nixon. _ He had drawn his money, every last cent, and had left it all at McGinnis’, forgetting all about the promised prunes and other supplies. Nixon had made good the loss—had handed the sum of his wages over again that the youngsters might not suffer. He was a good fellow, all right. twisted in their point of view. Hookey’s head dleared suddenly. He threw oft the.sacking and sat bolt upright in the wagon. “Daddy, you lle down and behave yourself now,” called Turley vizorous- ly. She hastily hid the bills in her stocking. “Listen, sis!” The old man's head was turned in the direction Nixon had taken. From somewhere up the road there came the report of a pistol. “Hear that?” Turley held her breath to listen. “Hunters, ain't it?” The old man didn’t stop to answer. Climbing over beside the two children, | % he seized the reins and whip. Turley lifted Mate over the back of the seat, and swaddled him deftly in the sacking. Turley’s mind worked rapidly. She saw a brick wall coming long before it hit her. “You stay put, now, Mate,” she ad- monished, and sat bolt upright on the — e et swaying seat, hanging on to the side |&dubddbdddddbddobdddddiddddd @ib and her father's coat. “He went that way, dad.” She pointed one finger at the path used for saddle horses, but Hookey never stopped for a small detail of and the branches whipped across Tur- and arms, as they beat their way through. There came another shot, and an- other, and the old man swore briefly FRPE PR PPPSPid b | under his breath, the sweat pouring down his face, the veins on his brown, knotty old hands swelling visibly un- der the strain. The way ahead be- came impenetrable for the horse, and Hookey slid to the earth, whip in hand. Something was crashing its way through the bush. The old man sent back a shout of warning, but Turley knew no fear. As the black pony nervous, she reached for the bridle | and halted it beside the wagon. Then, just as a matter of precaution, | she reached down into the saddle bags | and drew out Mr. Nixon’s leather case. “Sit on that, Mate,” she ordered, pushing it under the sacking, and Mate obeyed. There was silence in the green depths ahead—a strange, suggestive silence. No more shots, nothing, till sudden- ly, almost from under the pony's feet, there reared up a form, and swung {tself across the pony's back. “You leggo!” yelled Turley fran- tically, beating at the hands that tore at the reins. “You mean old thing, you!” The man laughed. He was the last of the three who had talked with| Hookey down at McGinnis' the night; before—the other two lay back there in the bushes. And he laughed, feel- ing the saddle-bags under his knees, SPSPPPBBTEEEPPPPOY FEE DD rein. When he had gained the open road again, and was racing toward the hills, he wondered why the child had grinned back at him. 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You oug to save a few of them, and would - suggest that you sta a Savings Account ‘in th Bank, where it will be saff and earn you interest. —_ 0 pulled the rickety wagon up before the superintendent’s house, and Turley handed down the bundle of money. | Mate was sound asleep. While Nix- on told the crowd of the hold-up, Tur- ley sat motionless, watching the pile ot sacking. “They'd have closed in on me and the money, too, if it hadn't been for Hookey Willlams. A couple of them had me down, and the other fellow gave the pony a slash to send him out of reach with the money. | “Hookey tripped one and sat on him til T had finished with his pal,! [} then we both settled the other chap. And this kid of a girl here got the money out of the bags.” [ “What you got there under the sack- ing?” asked somebody. Turley's face brightened with anima- tion. 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