Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 21, 1914, Page 6

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COWLES, Prop. i Your Patronage Cordially % 4 * Invited. ol Under New Management. | ! i 1JAHEI] AND MAGTIN ( By CHARLES FRAZER BAILEY. _————— Old Jared Bliss sat out in the back yard of the place he called home, the tears streaming down his wrinkled face. “It's killing me,” he sobbed deso- lately. “I don't care for myself, but little Martin—oh! how can those peo- ple who have wrested from me all I had in the world treat the poor child as they do?” Tenderly the old man passed his; hand-over a small tin pail that hung suspended from a triangular conjunc- tion of three iron rods, forming a tri- pod. Beneath there were the ashes of a fire. Jared had rigged up the con- trivance so that his little favorite might play “camping out.” Mrs. Henry Porter had soon put an angry ter- mination “to that nonsense.” Little Martin had been chided by his stepmother for wasting his time while he should have been carrying in fuel from the woodpile. Then she had ordered him up to his room under the roof rafters. She had locked him in, and there accompanied the act by the threat that he would have a diet of bread and water until he learned to obey orders. No orders, in fact, had little Martin disobeyed. It was the nagging dis- position of Mrs. Porter to find fault with everything when she was out of humor. Just now she had been par- ticularly crossed by her husband. He was usually meek and afraid of her brawling, unwomanly ways, but a chance had come up to go with some fellow lodge members on a junket to another town. This time, instead of asking her permission to go, which would have been refused, he waited till they were comfortably aboard of the train and sent a verbal message as to his action. Always Mrs. Porter cowed down her husband, always she took a high hand in scolding and sometimes punishing little Martin. Henry Porter had at least a vestige left of fatherly feeling for the little fellow, but gradually he “There’s a Way Out of This.” had accepted the iron rule of his sec- ond wife as settled law and no longer dared to rebel. Henry Porter felt mean over it all, but he had put himself and the boy as well completely in the power of the household tyro. It had come about through a small estate left by Mar- tin’s dead mother. Her husband had promised to conserve the estate for the benefit of the lad. There was a shrewd lawyer in the service of Mrs. Porter, however. By some legal hocus pocus she managed it so that the little prop- erty came into the possession of her husband. Then there were some dubious transfers and the title now reposed securely in her name. After that she domineered over all hands. Each day she treated Martin more and more cruelly, while her craven better half accepted the situa- tion, not daring to say a word. Old Jared Bliss was the father of the first Mrs. Porter and therefore grandfather of Martin. He had come to visit his bereaved son-in-law. From the first his tender heart went out to | the forlorn half orphan. He had no other relative in the world, he had a thousand dollars in bank. Speciously the avaricious second Mrs. Porter worked it so that this sum came into her hands. In return for the acquisi- tion it was agreed that Mr. Bliss should have a permanent home with them. At the present time, however, all sense of gratitude or justice had departed from the mind of the scheming Mrs. Porter. She grudgingly doled out to' her pensioner the sparsest of meals. | She made him feel that he was a! burden and unwelcome. Of all this Jared Bliss was thinking as he sat watching the dying embers of the play camp fire. Then he would glance up at the narrow attic window, catch sight of a pale, tear stained face beyond it and sigh dolorously. “There's a way out of this,” sudden- ly spoke old Jared. “I've waited pa- tiently and hoped, but it's no earthly use. That woman gets worse and worse. I could stand it, but poor lit- tle Martin!” and the tears choked him and he walked away from the spot. It was an hour later when he re- turned. There was a new look of de- termination on his old bronzed face. There was a certaln excitement and eagerness in his eye as he skirmished about the place. He tried front, side! ' warlike preparations. SNING TELEGR. and back doors in turn cautiously. He found them locked. Then he went around and faced the attic window in the gathering dusk with the mysteri- ous hail: “S-st!” “I see you,” called down a thin, pip- ing voice.” “What is it, grandpa?” “Mrs. Porter?” “She’s gone to a neighbor's who called for her. I heard her say she was going to sit up all night, if she | had to, so as to be on hand to give | father a piece of her mind when he got back.” “U-um!” mused Jared, gazing thought- fully about him. Then he spoke aloud: *“There's a ladder here?” “Yes, grandpa,” nodded Martin. “I'm going to raise it—just as the| runaways do in the story books. Then | we'll loosen a window and get into! the home and make up a bundle of | our clothes and—run away.” “Oh, grandpa!” fluttered Martin in an ecstasy of glorious anticipation. “Good riddance!” sniffed Mrs. Por ter, when that night later she guessed | what had come about. “It's terrible lonesome,” said Henry a week later, and began to upbraid his | wife for her evil work, took to drink, | lost his position, and the downward: path began for those two. The refugees led an ideal life for a: month, wandering from town to town, | living mostly in the woods like the‘ birds about them. Then the ready money of the old man gave out. Mar tin broke his ankle in jumping among some rocks. They had got down tc actual beggary when the old man ar rived at a serious decision. “I am too old and you too young to learn true gypsy ways, Martin,” he told the lad. “I hoped never to go back to my ungrateful relatives again, but we can't starve.” “Oh, grandpa! not to Mrs. Porters?” “No. You see, there is a brother of | mine, Willlam. We quarreled and haven't spoken for years. Surely, though, he must by this time have forgotten his old animosity toward me | Yes, we will try brother William.” | It was a long tramp and Martin with | his home-made crutch made slow prog: ress. One evening they lined the grounds of a grand old country Dllcll 1 that Jared had not seen for many years. | “What a lovely home!” cried little Martin. “It belongs to my brother William," explained old Jared and he was anx! fous faced and tremulous as he stood | at the front door after he rang the | bell. | “Why, sir,” exclaimed the servant' who answered the summons, staring in | seeming gladness at the visitor, “you have come at last!"” “I want to see your master, Peter,”! said Jared. “Sir—why—aren’t you here?” flus. tered the puzzled ‘servant. “Oh, sir, is it possible you hadn’t heard that | Mr. Willlam is dead? And we lnvo' been trying to find you for a long time, for he left everything to you.” ' “And to dear Martin,” whlspered' old Jared fervently to himself, wind- ing his arm about the dear little com: | panion he so loved. (Copyright, 194, by W. G. Chapman.) | i ORIGIN OF AMERICAN INDIANS‘ Theory That They Came From Asia Is ' the One That Is Most Generally Entertained. There has been a revival of inter- est lately in the origin of American Indians, and the way in which thsl western continent was peopled. Our great-grandfathers were satis- fled to lay the achievements to those mysterious “lost tribes” of Israel; but the scientific spirit of today demands more plausible theories. These are | many and varied, but the old belief | that the ancestors of the Indians crossed the straits and narrow seas from northern Asia to Alaska remains * the most probable of all. The Eskimos of America are almost ' identical with some tribes of eastern Siberia. The straight, uncompromis- ing black hair of the Indian is found elsewhere only in Asia, and his broad skull is likewise an Asiatic trade- mark. As for means of getting across, the voyage is often made over Bering straits today, and in the mild climate ' before the last glacial period the trip would have been easier still. Only the other day two sampans, or native boats, arrived on the coast of Cali- fornia whose occupants claimed to have made the passage from Japan. | Without doubt there was a certain European alloy in the Indian blood, even betore the days of Columbus. The blond Eskimos found in the far north | bear witness to this. Norse rovers who reached the New England cout] in the tenth century must have fused in some measure with the natives. How Norman Kings Raised Money. The Norman kings had a way of their own of making money from their William Rufus, in the sixth year of his reign, “caused twenty thousand foot to be lifted im England to rendezvous in Normandy; but when they were come to the sea coast in order to be transported he sent them all home again, after ex- acting ten shillings from each of them for their diet.” Years afterwards Richard I, according to the old chron- icle, “Ordained that there should be jousts and tournaments throughout England, for the better exercise of men in martial affairs; yet so that all persons should pay for their li- censes to bear a part in these exer- cises, after the following rates: Ev- ery earl 20 marks, every baron tem marks, and such as had no land, twe | marks.” { ! the newcomer in pony fur. | take it back, would you? !the window, “did you ever see any- | “There was one girl called No . though I knew one once who looked * watch must have been wrong.” l ACCORDING TO HER GLOCK By BLANCHE JONES. ............‘............ “No'm,” said the rosy faced ticket taker at the suburban station to the hurried woman in mink, “the 11:47 ain’t gone yet. No'm. Y'see by the clock it's only 11:35.” i “Well,” gasped the woman in mink, with considerable asperity, “my clock gave me just four minutes to get here and it usually takes seven; so, accord- ing to my clock, it ought to be past train time! I don’t understand what the road means by not attending to its clocks instead of letting them run behind this way and get people all flustered!” “Wouldn't that frost you?” inquired the rosy cheeked ticket taker of the woman behind the window who sold tickets. “She's mad because she didn’t miss her train when she fully expect- ed to! There ain't no pleasing some people!” | “She’s a woman,” explained the tick- et seller cryptically. “All you have to do 18 to take their tickets after they ‘get ‘em, while f have the heavy end of it. I have to make up their minds where they want to go and whether they want a round trip ticket. Here comes one of my regulars now."” “Downtown, please,” crisply ordered “What— 12 cents? Oh, yes, I remember now—: it's 10 cents as usual if I get a round trip, but I got a round trip the other day and then I changed my mind while downtown and took the elevated out to my cousin's and came the rest of the way on the street car, so you see I lost money by it. I'm not at all sure I may not want to do the same thing today, although my cousin has a card club that I think meets today. I'm not sure, though. You wouldn't I think it's a perfect nuisance the way this road makes new rules! Yes, of course, I said I wanted a round trip ticket! I don't see why it's so hard for you to understand! Have I missed the 11:477" “No'm,” sald the rosy faced ticket taker. “It’s late. You've plenty ot time.” “Tralns are always late on this line, it seems to me!"” the woman in pony fur said sternly. “Another woman mad because she caught her train,” caroled the ticket taker. “Say—" He paused before an onslaught of three young women, who dashed madly through the gate in pursuit of the 11:47 that was just steaming in. Then he sighed. “Here,” he said to the girl behind thing like the way pecyle hurry in this old towan? I tell you, after coming trom St. Louis, where people walk leis- urely and as though they had at least six more minutes stll to live, it's kind of hard on a fellow! There ought to be just as much time here as any- where else cn the map! And yei no- body has any! There are men who take the 8:30 every morning who'd die sooner'n get hcre more'n 46 sec- onds before train time! They like the excitement of it. I believe they walit around the corner it they're ahead of their schedule just so's they can make their spectacular home run at the fin. ish. Gee, this is a wearing life on me! I went to a vaudeville las’ night!” “Whadyuh see?” asked the ticket seller with some interest, “Swell show,” said the tickef taker, Glen- T OFOPOBOTOROBOBTEOBLAO T 2o - 0o Gl . — e — artey, 3 n 2 was French. She didn’t look it. You can’t tell a thing about these actors, 2 melancholy and long haired like Ham- let and he could crack jokes that'd kill you dead on the spot— “Yes'm, the 11:47 is gone. Six min- utes ago. Well, its too bad, but your QOO0 P 3HOREOH “It's an outrage!” snapped the tall grenadier of a woman, who was flushed from running. “I had an ap- pointment with the dentist, too, and | % he charges whether I am there or not. Now, if I take the 12:15 I won't get back home in time for luncheon and must buy my luncheon downtow n! See what an expense you've put me to!" “I'm sorry,” said the rosy faced ticket taker, humbly. “I'd-a had the train wait if I'd-a known you were coming.” “I'll report you!” sputtered the tall woman as she stalked through the gate. “Funny, you can't please 'em no- how,” the ticket taker mused to the | girl behind the window. “I think I'm lucky that I never tied up to one of you women. If a fellow was legally required to listen to that sort of nrg\i« ment 24 hours a day and take it along on his two weeks' summer vacation, a man'd be in the nut farm before lot'xg wouldn’t he? : “I guess you're right,” cynic: agreed the girl who sold tickets, . —_— e & %2 5 o 2 DIGBODOPOFO VOGS Where the Shoe Pinched. 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