Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 24, 1914, Page 8

PAGE EIGHT YOO | SCOLDING BY PROXY By JOHN KENT. _—— Mrs. Belman and her daughter ex- changed glances after the doctor had left the house. Daisy was the first to speak. “Now mother, dear, don't you worry about the medicine! 1 know we can afford it—" “Dear, how can we?” interrupted the ' delicate little woman on the sofa. “Dr. | Witherbee admits it's a very expensive treatment, but he is positive that it' will relieve my trouble so that I shall | really be of use in the world again.” “As If you were not the greatest use in the world to me—just as you are there on the sofa?, What would I do without you to come home to at| night?” asked the girl passionately. “Mother, I've thought of the lovellest plan to raise the money—and you are not to ask a word about it, and don't worry!" Mrs. Belman raised herself to a sit- ting posture and Daisy put another pillow behind her. how could she fulfil that promise? On the way home she decided to ap- peal to Uncle Anthony. What if he did enub her? It was for her mother's sake. She could bear anything for her. Mr. Anthony Bush sat in his private office frowning at the calendar which glaringly spaced off the remaining months of the year. Anthony Bush he had forgotten how to smile. His expression did not change when preceded by her card. Anthony Bush did not arise at her entrance, nor did he even deign to turn his head in her direction. “Well?” he barked out. “Uncle Anthony,” began Daisy trem- glingly, “mother is very ill and I need help—1I'll pay it back to you, every penny, if you—" “Save your breath!” snarled An- thony, rudely. “Your mother came to me for help a year ago—I told her then that if she had married meg, all of my money would have been at her dis- posal. As it is, she chose the spend- thrift—and must abide by the conse- quences.” THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., JUNE 24, 1914 ‘er. was left staring foolishly into the { mouthpiece of his telephone. | “Well, Il be hanged,” he myttered | a8 he returned to his chair. “That's | the worst blowing up I ever had—and, [ by Jove, it wasn't meant for me, after all! Tough luck that Uncle Anthony, | whoever it is, didn't get it right In his jear! I expect he deserves it. Any old codger—she called him old—who could S0 anger a pretty girl—I know she's | was soured at the world—he had prettydeserves a good rip” He | frowned at it for so many years that | picked up the telephone directory and | ran his finger down the column. Next i : | to his own name was that of another ! Daisy came timidly in, having been l Anthony Bush—a broker in the Woolly building. | “That's the old duffer,” he said, no- " ting the number. “I've heard of him— rich as can be. Let me see, didn’t Dol | Peterkin tell me that he asked old | Anthony one day if he was related to i his namesake, Anthony Bush, the land- scape painter? He did, and Dol }thouzht it a great joke because the old man snarled that he'd rather claim kinship to & prosperous house painter | than a starving artist! He must be an | old teaser!” Tony Bush changed his coat, put on his hat and went down to the Woolly building. When he was admitted to the presence of the other Anthony | | Dalsy said not a word. She vanished Bush he found the broker studying “Let me tell you something, dear, from the room and never caught her 'his card with mingled impatience and and it may save you trouble and some mortification. Don't go to your fa- ther's half-brother about it—Anthony bears an old grudge and would not breath until she had reached the lower corridor of the big office bullding. “How I hate him!"” she cried passion- ately. “I wish I had told him so—I curiosity, “Some beggar trying to claim rela- K‘..lonship with me,” muttered old An- thony, whose conscience was still ten- help me if I was dying.” A pink flush i)l now!” She stepped into an empty ' der from his interview with the timid came and went in her thin cheek. “Mother!” gasped Daisy. one hope had been Anthony Bush, rich and childless. “Why did he hate you 807" whispered the girl after awhile. | “Because I married your father—in- stead of him,” said Mrs. Belman quietly. “Oh! And he holds revenge after all these years? How contemptible he must be!"” “He is a hard man.” “Never mind, dear, I will get the medicine, somehow. I can get the first prescription filled tonight—the powders.” “Very well. As soon as you return we will go to bed—you must be very tired.” The next day Dalsy Belman went to her work in a downtown law office, un- refreshed by a night of sleepless toss- ing. How to get the money needed for her mother'’s medicine puzzled her. There was not a relative to call upon —no money in the bank since her fa- ' ther's sudden death a year ago, and no valuables which she could pawn to gain the necessary amount. Daisy was the sole support of her mother and their tiny flat was the best that she could afford. “I will come home with the medicine tonight, mother,” Dalsy had promised. . AllL day long that_promise ha_unted‘ f | We are determined to make June the bi we are making efforts offered such telephone booth, picked up the direc- sought and found the name of Anthony Bush. At the same time Daisy Belman was telephoning to her Uncle Anthony, the telephone bell jangled in a pleasant ! not far from Washington ' studio, ' square. At the sound a big young man roused himself from a deep chair and picked up the receiver. “This is Anthony Bush,” he sald pleasantly. A girl’s sweet, indignant veice came to his astonished ears. “Uncle Anthony, this {8 Daisy Bel- man. I have just reached the lower floor of the building after my hateful interview with you. I want you to understand that I never would have asked help from you for myself, but | the thought of my dear mother suffer- ing, perhaps dying, for lack of neces- sary remedies, drove me to pocket my pride and appeal to you. You refused, | and I want to tell you that I think you are the most cruel, testable, selfish old man in the world. I'm glad mother didn’t marry you in- | stead of father—I don't wonder why she refused you. You're a perfect bear —and I hate you, there!” The connection broke suddenly as a recelver clicked at the other end of the wire. Anthony Bush, the landscape paint- heartless, de-: little dark-eyed girl whom he had Daisy's tory, and with eyes blurred with tears, ' scared out of his presence. He was scarcely prepared for the ‘appearance of a young man, well dressed, well groomed, and quite un- usual looking for the Woolly building. Tony stated his business at once. “I wondered if you could supply me with the address of Mrs. Belman,” he asked, pleasantly. “Lydia Belman? 1 don't really know—Ilet me see, I had the girl's card here a moment ago.” He searched around among the papers on his desk, found Daisy’'s card, and tossed it over to the young man. ! Tony copied the address into his i notebook and arose to go. “Thank » you for this information,” he said, with 8 keen look at the unhappy old face. “I happen to know that Mrs. Belman 18 very ill and in temporary distress; I am axious to do something.” Anthony grunted. ‘“Any relation?” he asked. “None.” “Ever met the girl, Marguerite?”" i “Never saw her in my life,” truthful- ly replied Tony. i “Spiritless little chit—I could have admired a spitfire!” Anthony remembered the fiery mes- sage he had received over the wire and chuckled. At that instant the door opened breezily and Daisy Belman came hur- rying in. She did not see Tony Bush e—————————————————————————————————————————————————————— | Daisy. SEe had promfse ner mother— ! ¢, and he could not guess her {dentity | i until she spoke, { “Oh, Uncle Anthony, I am so sorry Jfor what I said to you over the tele- | phone! You must think me very rude and ill mannered—mother would have cried if she had known it. 1 simply had to come back and tell you how | sorry I am and beg your pardon for the dreadful things I said—" Mr. Bush put up a protesting hand. The hand shook a little—perhaps be- cause he noticed for the first time how like her mother she was. | talking about,” he said with strange | gentleness. “You didn't say a word !'after I refused to help you, and I rather ; | wish you had. As for a telephone message, what are you talking about?” Daisy was looking at him in amaze- ment. “I went right downstairs and ! telephoned up to you—and called you | mean and cruel and lots of things! ! Don't you remember?” - Anthony Bush's eyes twinkled. “My | telephone bell has been silent for three | hours,” he protested. At that moment his glance met the betraying ones of ! Tony Bush, who had lingered near the door. Tony came forward at once. “I beg your pardon, but I'm afrald | that your message came to me instead of your uncle. My name is Anthony | Bush, too.” Daisy turned red and pale, while Uncle Anthony laughed until he cried, and young Tony, who had received the scolding by proxy, tried to keep his lips straight, but he couldn't, and when the laughter came into his eyes Dalsy laughed, too, and the spell of embar | rassment was over. “Young man, I owe you something {for taking that scolding for me,” chuckled Uncle Anthony, when Tony turned to go away. “How can I pay it?” Tony spoke in a low tone with a quick glance at Daisy, whose eyes were fixed on the rooftops below. “You can repay the debt, Mr. Bush, by relieving Mrs. Belman's distress. As the message came to me, I was go- ing to do what I could anonymously— unless you prefer to attend to it your- self—I'm sure you will. “I will,” said Anthony grufly, “But I haven't repaid you yet,” he said with a quizzical look in his eyes. Tony blushed and hesitated. At last, with a glance at Dalsy's graceful form, he said, doubtfully: “You—might introduce me to your niece! That would repay me a thou- sandfold.” Six months later Dol Peterkin met Tony Bush outside the studio door. “So you're related to old Anthony Bush after all! Read all about the wedding in the paper. Congratula- tions!” “Yes, we're related,” admitted hap- py Tony. “He's my step-great-uncle- in-law!” (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspa- per gynd.lcuj R, R, Station Avondale We represent the following reli- able companies: Fidelity Underwriters, capital ...... .. .. 4750,000 Philadelphia Underwriters, oapitaly h il $4,500,000 (erman American, capital 2,000,000 Springfield Fire and Marine capital 2,000,000 — I3 | | ¥ é Bartow, | K i @ 3 @ % New and up-to-date plant. % Lakeland business left with our SEPIPEIIPRIIDIPPIPEFIOED FPELTBIIDIFRBBIHIE fort is made for the pleasure and comfort of each ang . { then come to Auburndale Springs. Tenn. | F. J. 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