Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, September 15, 1914, Page 2

PAGE TWO ———————————————————— 00000000000000000000000000 ——————————————————— SAVING THE RAJAH BRI RO T By AUGUSTUS GOODRICH SHER- WIN, “Agreed!” Twelve men clamped down twelve ugly looking loaded revolvers on a great flat rock at the word. Gib Dor- kell, bully and former leader of the group, spoke the word. “Bad Gib, he was familiarly known, looked wickeder than ever as he aspirated as gutturally, his eve 1ding a hidden fire of hatred, hi h gritting, his sinewy throat muscles convulsing. “Don't get riled, G Dan Perkins. “You'v the camp while we we that we disband the rule. The vision on the cn to the Rajah, that g 3 “That nigzer in on the deal, too, I suppose!” growled Gib. “Didn't ‘the nigger’ find lenged Dan, coolly. Bad Gib was harming glance of enmity at the lithe, ehrinking native who was the cook of the camp THER EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., SEPT. 15, 1914. lowea Him. but he darted a chips one to twelve, some of you. Leave one blank, throw them in the bag. and here's to the lucky man'!"” “See here,” proceeded Dan, tunes. and nigh well killed old Dinah, mother of Ramon here, ‘the nigger, as Clyde Burridge defend- you found . your you call-him. ed her and—well, place.” “you bossed us into cutting away from a find where later comers found ten for- Then you got your dander up “Line up, men'!” ordered Dan, jangling the gam g ivories. Bad others followed. Ramon. With his usual deference and timidity he appgoached the bag, put in his hand and drew out—blank! There was a dead silence—except for a low murderous hiss from the lips of Bad Gib.’' Then the bluff, heariy the Bad Gib winced. A flashing quiver crossed the face of the native, but in- stantly repressed. It showed, how- ever, & lurking blaze in that dusky frame. \ 1 “You drove the woman into the wil- | derness to die and sent Burridge on the same route. It didn't please us, but you was sworn boss. You ain't| now. The pact is broken when we | stop work. That was the bargain. So ! the majority rules.” | “And the majority,” piped in Big‘ Ben Boulder, the giant of the camp, | *votes for an even division on the| chicken feed and draw lots on the As Ben spoke he threw across the rock a chamois bag and, lifting one end, tipped out into the sumnlight a thousand prismatic sparkles of radi-; ance. Then he selected a dull, yel-| lowed lump from the mass. \ “Two hundred carats, if anything!"” he gloated, gloatingly twisting the big diamond between forefinger and thumb so all could catch the prismatic glow shining past the interstices in its overcoat of native soil. “Mark some :é‘: 2 ExZ2et 2ol tel 2ol ool el o) B e ————— § 8 GROBOEDEDEOSOILIBO £ GPOPOPRPAPOBOFAPOPOPOBOPD < —————————————————— L HOSOIIOFOEOBOPOPOFOBOBOPO PO/ OB g sibbdd LB PDDODE 3 L e VOB 0 A T T T ALGIGPOPIID DOSEFSHISTIAPOHISIE S ARSI I @@ggg-émms Send Your Next Order to A1 | o e (e ARG Dan grasped one hand of the aston- ished but delighted Ramon, in honest congratulation and placed the won- deriul gem in the palm of the other. It was only for a very few hours that Ramon enjoyed his opulent posses- sion. The glittering eyes of Bad Gib followed him every move he made. He shuddered when he met that metallic gleam—probing, menacing. Still more distraught the poor native became when it was announced that they would trek in a body to the nearest river settlement, then they would break up, each man going his own way. Ramon realized that it was not with- in the range of possibility that he would reach Cape Wold, the first met- ropolitan safety point in the district. Sure was he that it had become the one motive of life with the sarguinary scoundrel, Bad Gib, to trail him step { by step, to catch the critical moment and despoil him of his lawful posses- sion. the Rajah. Thare were others in the group who coveted the precious gem, but border horor was sacred with them. While 4 @i it>" chal- The Glittering Eyes of Bad Gib Fol | | knew of this souvenir of the father of | | Ramon, who had been a native chief. | (0, l | | Gib drew 13 and cursed viciously. Five | It came the turn of i ) SENPOSOEHHGIDEDTOFOTOFO IO IO 230D TOEVIOIOIV IO TVDT PRINTI YES, WE DO IT--DO IT RIGHT SIS HSSIGIG SGIGIGIGIG : led him aside, Bad Gib watching his ! hide it, for he is watching me.” | shook it. bosom the eyes of The observing Gib 2 ther were heedless as to the security of Ramon, they would not deliberately get a plot to rob him. He must, how- ever, protect himself. They ignored and forgot him and his princely pos session. Ramon sought Big Ben at dusk. He every movement, was glowering at him darkly from a near distance. “You are my friend.” spoke the na- tive to Ben. “Listen—it is fate. The man who drove my mother to starva- tion, death, and my only friend, Bur- ridge, after her, will never allow me to get to Cape Wold with my treas- < | ure.” - “Give him the slip. Ramon,” advised Ben bluffly. “I cannot hope it,” asserted Ramon, dolefully. “My friend, see—I must carry it about with me. I dare not Ramon drew out a chamois bag and As he restored it to his shone like twe living coals of fire. “If vou would do something for me." suggested Ramon plaintively. “See, friend,” and he held up 8 knobbed club. It was of some bard forest wood, hacked by usage and blackened by time. All of the camp It was a war club, sacredly treasured by the son. | “You will reach Cape Wold in safe-| ty,” Ramon resumed. “If perchance ! Burridge has reached there, or my' mother, or you find only those of my | g kin, give them this family memento.” | “Sure, I will,” acquiesced Ben, will—i ingly, but casually. “Don’t give up, Ramon. Light out. You know all the | trails. You ought to be able to slip| Bad Gib. i That night Ramon stole away from | the camp. Within an hour Bad Gib | was also missing. Big Ben shook hls& head gravely. i A month later to a day Ben arrived’ at Cape Wold. A surprise greeted him, for he found Burridge there, and in the same little hotel, being nursed under his direction, the mother of Ra- | mon. | Burridge told a vivid story of how | he had come across the outcast wom- an in the wilderness, nearly starved and in delirium. He took the war club. The next morning he gave it to the sick woman. ! A week later, worn to & skeleton, ' with wild eyes and mixed emotions of excitement and delight, Ramon ar- rived on the scene. When he learned of all that Bur- ridge had done for his mother he fair- 1y groveled at his feet in a paroxysm of extravagant gratitude. | “The war club—it is safe?” he In- pectancy. “Your mother has it,” explcined Burridge. And then, when Ramon returned O USOROTOB0E FARM e ———— AOSOEOIOEOIOSOIDEOEDIOEFITEIRBOI0S IO BBETH FOTDIDHISIMIOTOR00 ¢ > ¢ (L We can save you money on Wagons. Our stock of | for hauling fruit % Phone No. 340 @— . this; fall, see us. and 2-horse Wagons is complete, and if you need a Wagq We sell ihe “COLUMBUS” make and the name is a guarantee of quality, MODEL HARDWARLE Co - C. E. TODD, M. We Want YOUR Business S OFOFFOIOIOIOIOIOIVICIVIQIVIQIVI LT HIAIOTOIOFOF0 SOISFSFSFERIBOBLBICI0OLC & with the ancient relic to Burridge, it was to disclose a hidden cavity in the knob end of the club, within which, snug and secure, reposed the Rajah. They sold the splendid gem for a small fortune. The share forced upon Burridge took him back post haste to a certain loving little lady in a distant land, waiting to become his bride. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) SEES AN AVERAGE CITIZEN | Indignant Correspondent De.crlbeni the Only One He Knows Well— | Not Attractive Type. You don't believe there is any such thing as an average man? 1 know one, “Osra Simons” writes to the ed- itor of the New York Press. He is five feet eight inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He wears a blue suit which he has made to order, say- ing that the stores can't fit him. He | wears a scarfpin, a tie holder, cuffs links with diamond chips in them' and a diamond ring on the third fin- | ger of his left hand. He gets $125 a month and always has currency in his pocket. In this | quired in a quiver of suspense and €X- regpect he differs from his wife, to | ! whom he gives $10 a week “to run the house on.” He sends her and the children to a beach for one week each year and tells his friends that they are having the time of their lives, He smokes cigars, and his tobac- conist keeps a special box for him. He doesn't come home to dinner every night for the reason that the | $10 a week is not enough to buy the . kind of food he likes. estaurant and orders a steak with, He goes to a French fried potatoes and a large coffee. He always seems to have a new straw hat, wherein he again differs from his wife, He knows that Birdie Cree is back with the Yanks, but he doesn't know what his children read or whether they read at all. He bowls once a week, and belongs to a district club. Not So Thrilling. A little four-year-old, a most attrac- tive little fairy, suddenly lost interest in Sunday school. She had enjoyed so much learning about Moses that her motker could not understand the change of attitude. “Why don’t you want to go, daugh- ter?” she asked. “Oh,” was the astonishing reply, “1 don’t 'ike to go to Sunday school since | Moses died."—Woman's Home Com- panion. FOEOIOEOSOBOSI D & NG SOOI AFOFNFOSOEDI NI VEOE SO0 Dictates of Fashio, Nainsook and muslin co | worn—by many chic women— to the tulle or chiffon unde | of the set on kimono or r are promised for spring dr Supple picot strgws are in new Paris millinery. Champagne and silver ite combination for a cas Another is reseda green a Feathers are worn in a v, of ways. Sometimes & feathers surround the c times feathers are tw the end snail. tilted over one temple ar | avalanche of feathers fal back are smart and ori round the crowns with daisi Sheer, unfitted blouses wi a and flowers form the garniture Varied Use of Feathen st snail fashion, the long feath twisted to re Tall feathers on hat times uncurled feathers ar &5 Linen Collar Coming The old-fashioned stock ¢ linen {8 coming. They ma broidered or plain-edged | With these stocks are wor ectively arranged folds a bows of black and oclered $OIVPOFOIQTOIOFOE0EOLVEOLOLV IO SRS OTODE T i S R i D A SIS GIE G| SG [ Telephone Number 37 B A A G G e S T e GENTLEMAN called at our office and said that he did not know we did © Job Printing; that he had ordered some Printing done elsewhere, because he had been told that we confined our attention to newspapers, and did 23527 o Job Printing. This gentleman was a new comer, otherwise he would have known that for years we did ALL the printing used in this town; that right now we are doing more, probably than all the other printing offices in the county combined; that we have a larger investment in printing facilities than the eight or ten other printing shops in Polk County combined; that we have built this business on correct and workmanlike service; that we have both the equip- ment and know-how, and that we give an order for 100 visiting cards the same careful attention we.bestow on a large catalogue or the publication of a State- wide newspaper. We Do Do Job Printing; Indeed, We Do! Lakeland Evening Telegram The Lakeland News TELEGRAM BUILDING & First House On Main Stre¢! AT THE HEAD OF THIN G v § & i WAGONS