Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, October 26, 1914, Page 2

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THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC Dickson Building Office phone 402. Res. 312 Red Special attention to drafting legal papers, Marriage licenses and abstracts furnished ! W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. Morgan-Groover Bldg. Telephenes: Office 351; Res. 113 Red Lakeland, Floride NORTHROP SCHOOL OF MUSIC KINDERGARTEN AND PRIMARY MRS. ENSIGN NORTHROP, Lakeland, Florida PETERSON & OWENS ATTORNEYS AT LAW Dickson Building Established in July, 1900 DR. W. S. IRVIN DENTIST Room 14 and 15 Kentucky Building ! SOODOLRORNNINLLOOOOLIIIIRR: THER SILLY TALK By JULIA TRUITT BISHOP. Howard Marsh, author and journal- ist, acknowledged that he was about to undertake a foolish quest, and that most of his friends would accuse him of having something lacking in his meatal pachizery {f they should bap- ¢ to hear ai“éflcm odged to Trask, the city editor, who was ‘allent and phlegmatic and rather a dull fellow on the whole, to his way of thinking, though he rather liked to talk to him at times because he lis- tened so well. He acknowledged it | again to little Miss Barbara Scott, who : had passed the hey-dey of young girl- hood, one would eay, and whom Marsh i found to be a nice little old maid enough, and quiet, as old maids ought to be. Trask had gone on smoking very calmly, after his disclosure, and it was only after a long pause that he had remarked dryly: “So you are going down into the backweods to find a genfus! And she doesn't want to be found! How will you know her when you find her?” But it was to Miss Barbara that he sald, without reserve: “You know, Miss Barbara—you won’t mind my sitting here in the gal- lery, will you?—well, I am quite sure I would know her the very minute I saw her or heard her voice. Absurd, fsn't it?—to have fallen in love with —with a mind, one might say. But from the time I read ‘The Cross of Fire’ I knew that I must find the author. And everything she has writ- ten since has appealed to me in such a way—there 18 such tenderness, such insight—something so elusive, as though one had caught a glimpse of a I Dryad in the woods—and I simply “So You Are Going Down Into the Backwoods to Find a Genlus?” am going to find her, you know. It was beastly mean in the publisher not to give me her name, but I did find out that she lived in this part of the world—strange that she writes under that name—Oread—isn’t 1t? Well, I am going to stay out here and look into every face in the country until | I find her. You may laugh—I fancy ! I saw you smiling—but I think I shall know her.” He had told Miss Barbara the same story several times since he came to the Glen and secured board with Miss Barbara’s mother. Miss Barbara sighed a little, and was thinking more, doubtless, of the next day’'s work in the little brown school house over the hill than of his quest for the Oread whom he woukd be sure to know. The next day he came back with fishing rod and empty basket, but with alert step and jubilant eye. “I have caught a glimpse of the new Miss Bledsoe,” he sald, “the one ! Wwho has been away from home. Hor! name {s Eve, fsn't it? I have seen Miss Sarah often, and have half-way believed that she . might have writ- ten ‘The Cross of Fire'—she is a. cultivated girl, you know, and the house is filled with books. It really must be one or the other of the Bled- soes—they are almost the only ones— the other people I have seen here are quite incapable of it. But Sarah is so—well, she is a very plain girl, you know—not what you woul call a beauty at all. And this other one is beautiful—I have heard so from sev- eral, and I saw that she was some- thing — quite extraordinary, you know.” Miss Barbara had looked up from | the little heap of exercises she was correcting for the next day and now she bent over them again. “Eve {s beautiful,” she said, half- absently. “It s a pleasure merely to sit and look at her.” “I could see that—even in a glimpse,” he sald eagerly. “Say, wouldn't it be something wondertul if all that beauty were combined with —with such talent? Fancy having Oread with all that brown hair with the gold in #t, and such a face! I Seem to feel that my quest is ended here, Miss Barbara. Somehew I have & kind of instinct that—that I need not go any further.” The only drawback to Mr. Marsh's happiness lay in the fact that he could |* not well go to the beautiful Miss Bledsoe and say: “I know that you THE are th Oreul'vhowroto"rhocml of Fire’” The shy wocdland spirit’ who had so carefully hidden hmelt; away could not have her secret up- | covered to the light of day in such a | manner as that—but no matter—he would know. He would see her face to face very soon—perhaps tomorrow —and when he looked into her eyes and heard her speak he would know. After that Miss Barbara heard the | story from day to day. He always came in as she worked over the exer- | cises late in the evenlng—thorel seemed to be never an end to those exercises—or sometimes it was later, | and he found her resting in the gal-| loq under the balsam vines. “I am more sure of her every day,” he said once. “Have you ever noticed | what a soft voice she has?—an awful- | ly sweet voice, Miss Barbara. Andl she is of just that shy, reserved kind —a true woodland spirit. Miss Sarah ; s quiet, too—but I don’t think it can be Miss Sarah, do you, Miss Barbara? It 1s almost sure to be one or the other of them—I am positive of that —and it doesn’t seem to me that Miss Sarah is possible.” “If Miss Sarah were beautiful there would be two possibilities,” said Miss Barbara with a little smile; “and that would lead to a great deal of irresolu- tion and complicate your decision.” He flushed uneasily. “But the other one is beautiful,” he ' sald. “And I am sure she is the one.” At the end of the week he was given to silence, and instead of sit- ting in the gallery and talking with' Miss Barbara be was prone to walk up and down the white path in the, moonlight. He had reached the point | where speech was difficult. Many nights had passed before he paused at the step and looked up at Mm‘ Barbara, sitting in the shadow. | “Are you going to tell me that you have found her?” she asked, without turning her head. “Yes—I have found her,” he said, with a new quality in his voice. “That is—I 'have found—Eve. 1 suppose I must have come here for that.” | “And she is—the lady of your dreams?” asked Miss Barbara after: a little pause. + “She may be,” he sald. “I don't know. I have forgotten the dreams.: The only thing I remember is that I am in love with the most beautitul woman I have ever known.” “What more could one ask?’ said Miss Barbara. A heap of little papers i slipped from her lap as she moved.i and he stooped to help her gather: | them up. “It is nothing but the chil-' dren’s exercises,” she murmured. *I bave been sitting there—dreaming— you didn’t know that I ever dreamed, did you—and forgot to put them away?” It was more than six months after ward that Howard Marsh looked in one day upon Trask, sitting in his lit- tle den of an office, where the papers were piled high up on every chair. Marsh was just returned from his wedding journey in lands afar, and was a little pale, for he had found the beautiful Eve was at times hard to entertain, “Glad to see you,” sald Trask, with a new light in his cold eyes, that took all their coldness away. “Just back from your bridal tour? We didn't take any—but we are very happy, just the same.” | “You? You? Are you married?” asked Marsh incredulously. “Yes—hadn't you heard? ‘Oread,’ you know—why, of course you know her—Miss Barbara Scott — come around to the house—you and Mrl-! Marsh—and renew old acquaintance. By the way, it was that silly talk of yours that put me in the notion to find ‘Oread’ for myself—knew her the | mjnute I saw her. Much obliged to you I'm sure.” But Howard Marsh had tumbled thei papers off a chair and was sitting there, laughing—a laugh that some- | how was lacking in most of the ele- | ments of mirth. | Ever Counted Your Buttons? Have you ever counted your but- tons? And thought of the people who ; make them? As I sit and write I confess that there are seventy-three | +€NING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA. OCT. 26, 1914. neneReReNe | bridge, his hands plunged deeply into { way he most always went anywhere— ) flying steel. | between, BOZONOLOLOL O S ON A SINGLE ROD By A. HERSCHIN. E& efrorretoorO OO OO OTONS ‘ As he walked across Burnside street his pockets lml‘i his head sunk far | into the turtle! neck of his soiled sweater, he re- flected grimly on: the prosaic term- | ination of his| wandering career. On this pamcu-i lar day he had de- cided to end his alliance with the | panhandling cm-; zenry. He was, definitely and sat- | isfactorily “done.” He had had his he was going home. fling and fill; What had his fourteen years of exile | brought him? he mused. What was there to show for his long dissocia- tion from the conventional world and its endeavors? He was going home, going in the by beating it. He stepped away from the station lights and crawled into the narrow space between a long, high pile of ties and a steep embankment, some dis- tance from the tracks. Here, he concluded, he would rest a couple of hours. He was dog-tired, all right. He awoke suddenly in a cold shiver, amid a confusion of noises, to see the broad patches of color reflected from the Pullman windows moving swiftly away from him. The greater bulk of the train stretched far in front. Faster and faster it took its way, leaving the tramp with a choice of only two cars to negotiate. He saw the uselessness of trying for the handles of the vestibules, and, impelled by the fascination of motion and the anxiety to succeed, he stooped half over. Running close to the smok- er with all the power of his liths limbs, and with a fierce burst of strength and speed, he darted forth : to the single, outside rod under the last coach. H His outstretched hands struck the ' steel brace, anl instinctively doubled about it. His body was yanked hori- zontally into the air like a feather in ' a gale. With quick, experienced grop- ' ing he managed to throw one ieg into the space between the rod and the car-floor, and with one leg twined safe, he quickly pulled the other away from danger and onto the rod. ! There he sprawled like a frog aleap, ! hugging his hold, rocking from side to side with the wide oscillations of the speeding car. This was a new one on him, he said —this hanging on to a single plece of It there was only some way to maintain a little better bal- ance, he could surely stay with it un- til Woodburn was reached. That was | only 20 miles farther, and they were hitting a pretty clip, with no stops in Say! It was cold! He drew one arm in and crooked it across the rod to serve as a balancer, a face-protec- tor, and a rest; the other he held in | 3'é a rigid grip straight ahead. What was that strange lassitude coming over him? He yawned and, gently released the tension on his ; numbed hands and legs. Again he yawned, and his drowsy head sagged. It wasn’t cold now, and somethlng{ 4 “Go to sleep; it's all the was saying: same.” He Jerked himself in horror back to | & | his right position when he realized L 4 what tricks his imagination was play- | ing. He must stay awake! he almost | screamed. “What's the use? May 's well quit now,” he rambled to himself. His clutch of the rods relaxed and slipped away somewhere. He didn’t care. He could feel his legs break 2 . | thelr cramped hold and glide away. on my clothes, most of them superfiu- | "o PR his body ‘was just kind ous. Why should my waistcoat have of anxious to d o S15 . buttona, by - Goat--nsvés Biittcaed ous to drop off easy into the —eight? Why should my intimate clothes demand buttons—and button- holes? They are the protest against buttons. | There are men and women in the ! world who are against the perfect simplicity of. life which should be without buttons. If you had time it would be easy to devise a costume without buttons and the correspond- ing holes—very difficult of acquisition | in this whirl of clothes, shirts and but- tons. But if all of us renounced but- tons in favor of string (a quite easy renunciation) think of the despair of those who make millions of buttons from dlamonds to—the other refuse of | the earth.—London Chronicle. i Highly Humorous Comparison. Strickland W. Gillilan tells of a ho- . tel waitress who was reading a book and laughing heartily. An impert!-' nent person leaned over her shoul-' der and exclaimed: “Girl, what on earth are you laughing at? That's, the dictionary you're reading.” “Yes, ' I know; but it's so much funnier and . newer than the Mne of ‘smart talk’| the fresh guys give me at the table ' that I'm liable to die laughing at it ' some time.”—Kansas City Star. An Expert. Grace Darling—Is Harry Singleton a good skater? Dolly Deering—Perfectly lovely! He had to hug me six or seven times to keep me from falling.—Puck. | back a crippled knee from the ties. foot-path by the tracks. A scream of agony merged with the shriek of the air-brakes as he jerked He seemed to curl around his nar- row purchase like a caterpillar wind- ing itself around one's thumb. With another ecry of agony, he tightened his grip' on the rod—and | knew no more. 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