Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 7, 1914, Page 2

PAGE TWO _— ORONINORORGRIRORIBLRIRINIT | WAITING FOR HILDA By NORMAN H. CROWELL. It was evening on the Dakota prai- | rie. Before the door of his sod shanty & young man whose flaxen hair pro- claimed his Scandinavian lineage | stood, engaged in the engrossing duty | of feeding his shepherd dog. As he | tossed the crumbs the dog would leap | nimbly upward and catch them neatly i a8 they descended | “Ah, Jim,” he ejaculated, presently, “a week—maybe two weeks and she ban here!” He gazed straight at the dying sun and murmured the word “Hilda” in a subdued voice. Then he walked to a bench beside the door and sat down, . folding his strong young arms across his breast, while the dog crept up | and buried his nose in his master's lap. | It had been a year of reverses with : Lundquist. He had labored hard—no | man could put more honest toil into the struggle with a penurious soil‘ than he—and it seemed now as if all | was for naught. Beginning with a | wet, disheartening spring, the season | had crepton, piling up against him its mute but potent protests in a manner | that had discouraged many a Iess; hardy man. His best horse, becoming | entangled in the only wire fence | within 20 miles, had been sacrificed | to the casualty list of a frontiers- man’s life. By mortgaging his crop he had secured another. He was now facing his annual inter- est payment, while the storekeeper in | the town a dozen miles away was growing suspicious and was demand- ing payment of an open account. His crops—only punk stacks of discolored | wheat straw standing limply awaiting the threshing. | But Lundquist was forgetting all| this as he sat on the bench before his abode. Hilda was coming to him. Hilda, from far-off Norway. Six years‘ it had been since he had gazed into | her eyes—six years since he had stolen aside in the crush at the em- barking and kissed her many times on her willing lips. The thought of it brought a smile to Lundquist's sun- | tanned visage. The dog saw it and wagged his tail in recognition of his master’s mood. Two years ago she would have come, but he set his teeth firmly and | sent her that letter which had wrung | his heart. “Wait!” he had told her.| ‘Walt till Fortune smiles more bright- ly on these bleak Dakota prairies! It was a bitter thing to do, but Lund- quist saw no other course. Only last year she was prevented from coming by the sickness of horl mother. Nothing, ngt even poor e s a2 Il L Wmm-inini-éhi-avw%l"WWN'&@‘!‘ B ddd PSPPI PPP SIS S o THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA, OCT. 7, 1914. crops, now stood in the way of her coming, and she was now fa mid- ocean on the steamer that was bear- ing her westward—to Carl In a little box under his bunk he had every letter that Hilda had writ- ten him. They were good reading | during the long winter evenings. The steamer agent had said that she would reach Quebec on the 14th. It was now the 9th. On the 16th Lundquist went to town. He walked up and down the single street, keeping close watch on the depot until the afterncon train had passed. He rode the 12 miles home in moody silence. The following day he went to town again and in the evening, when he went back toward home, his face was | haggard and wan from his day's vigil. He was getting worried. What could be keeping Hilda? Had something gone wrong? Lundquist slept little that night. Old Jim, for the first time in months, barked piteously, and his master, starting guiltily, made haste | to throw some bread to the animal. “Pore Jim!" sald he, yo' eh?” Lundquist essayed a laugh, but f{t died away hollowly. The next day he had stalked by the post office five times in sulky silence when he heard some one call his name, He paused and entered. Banks, the postmaster, had a letter “Ay forget | in his hand. “Letter for you, Carl!” he sald. “Came this morning.” Lundquist took it in his hand and edged away to a corner of the little office. It was a queer letter—all in print, like a newspaper. Lundquist bent over it and wrinkled his brow. “Read it for you?" suggested the postmaster, expectantly. “Ja! Yo read hem,” Lundquist, perplexedly. The letter was a cruel stab to the eager listener. Hilda was detained in Quebec. The medical authorities had examined her and found her suffering with an affliction of the eyes that would prohibit her entry unless speedily cured. To do this a suffi- clent amount of money must be ad- vanced by Lundquist to insure pay- ment of the medical expense incident to the treatment. The postmaster, hearing a suspi- cious sound, paused in his translation and glanced up. The listener was staring at him wide-eyed, his whole soul pouring out through his blue orbs. It confused him and he crumpled the paper nervously. Lundquist brought himself together with a jerk. “How much money hem say?” “A hundred dollars!” was the post- master’s response. “Von hunderd dollars!” repeated the stricken youth. “Von hunderd—" He reached out and took the sheet from Bank's fingers and placedy it in his pocket. Then he went out, old assented @ 3 p 4 im close at his heels, with his Lafl' down dejectedly. An hour later the two emerged from the door of the bank. Aimlessly | they strolled along the dismal street until they came to where the team was tied. A mile out on the open prairie the youth turned in his seat and shook his clenched fist at the re- ceding town. Once he glanced upward —then settled firmly in a straight stare ahead, and so remained till the cabin was reached. That night he did not go to bed. He sat and walked and babbled to the dog till daybreak. In the morning he eyed the rising sun with bloodshot eyes. His body quivered with the protests of abused nerves and his cheeks were sunken from lack of nour- ishment “Von hunderd dollars!” he said bit- terly. That day he visited the bank three ! different times. The last time he' stood in the doorway and told the banker a few of the hot things that rankled in his brain. Old Jim stood aside and snarled. He visited the store and asked for food. When the storekeeper suggest- ed pay, he cursed beneath his breath and left the place. He went to the' post office with a letter he had writ- ten to Hilda—a letter filled with, scalding tears and heart burnings. The postmaster spoke to him, asking if he was sending the money on to| the girl. Lundquist clenched his | teeth tightly and rushed out to con- ceal the tears that stole unrepressed down his cheeks. Two days later a letter came. It! was cold and formal. Hilda had re | turned to Norway. Lundquist stum- bled awkwardly when Banks read the letter and thrust his elbow through a pane of glass. Banks, glancing up, made light of the accident. “Den't worry about that, Carl!” he remarked. “T'll fix that.” “Ay get yo glass!” sald Lundquist, hoarsely, as he went out. At the hardware store he brought forth his paltry store of silver—four dollars in all. The glass took one of these. Inside the case something caught his eye—something shiny andl cold. He inquired its price. ~ “Two-fifty,” said the man, a 38!" Lundquist slid the money hesitat- | ingly across the glass counter and; took the object gingerly in his hlnd.g Flushed and trembling he started for | the door. | “Wait! You want— you'll need’ some of these!"” called the proprietor as he slid out some little boxes, “Ja! Von box!"” sald Lundquist. It was late that night when the two reached the lone cabin on the prai- rie. The dog sat on the floor before L 2 “and it's his master, and licked his lips ex-' pectantly, but his master heeded him not—he was reading, reading, read- ing Hilda's letters. _ f I =3 H ¢ | BRINLEY g Just received, a complete 2 line of 10 ard 12 inch D o 4 back. S B w O 0 w Dl BT T Qg e Two Wecks Tater the newspaper at the county seat printed the following: “A party of sportsmen made a grue- some find in a sod shanty 12 miles north of E—— last week. Attracted by the mournful howling of a shep- herd dog they drew up and entered. The body of a young Scandinavian lay upcen the earth floor with a bullet wound in his forehead. Numerous let- ters scattered about created the im- pression that he committed the deed in a fit of homesickness or despond- ency. The dog refused to leave the spot, although wasted to a skeleton by hunger and exposure.” (Copyright, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) CAUSED TOO MUCH TROUBLE Difficulty That Lay in the Way of Pope's Following Simple Medical Advice. Pope Pius X was a man of simple habits. One morning his doctor re- minded him that a considerable amount of pure water as a drink was beneficial, and the pope there and then rang a bell and asked the prelate in attendance to bring him a glass of water. Fully ten minutes passed be- fore the prelate returned to the library, followed by an attendant and a waliter. The latter carried a silver tray with a_glass of water on it. The prelate, | | | PLOWS MODEL HARDWARE (o Phone No. 340 FOFIPHOIVFOFCIGIOIOHTPOTPICEF PDO» ¢ O 20O IOEUROIHPOD - E the attendant, and the waiter made a deep genuflection when the door wul opened. They crossed the room, and made a second genuflection when they were half-way to the pope's chair, and a third when they got near the pope. Then the attendant took the glass off the tray and handed it to the prelate, who knelt down and handed it to the pope. The same ceremony was repeat- ed after the pope had drunk the water. Turning to the doctor, the pope then sald: “I wanted to show you how difficult it is for me to get a glass of water, and I hope you will not blame me for neglecting the cure and not drinking more water. I hate to disturb three men and make them kneel six times every time I want a drink of water. I tried to get the water myself, but I have been told that, being a sovereign, 1 must not serve myself.” Fooling the Neighbors. “The Updykes are installing a great deal of new furniture.” “Not as much as you might think. Mrs. Updyke is having some of the more expensive pieces carried through the house to the rear entrance, where they are lcaded in a van and brought round to the front door again.” Orange Plowy 10 to 14 inch Regular Turning Plow, The Brinley Plow is built especially for Florida soils. 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