Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, November 9, 1914, Page 7

emptation woman who was tell- “] did not have the as I did — 1 took ere was plenty of by 1 should have nsistent duties glared rious corners of the lared at me accusing- ould willingly neglect ed at me indignantly, y assumed duties with harging them. They yingly, as one who had ought up and didn’t r. But I turned my , dressed the children I went. I had taken n girl from the intelli- trained her steadily 1 had trained her so ood what I was say- . p the housework more Any one who has girl for two months s that a rest cure is but I'll never be able cures into my curricu- . feel abused. e Thursday evening a n with a fairly good English appeared and ' went up to Stasia’s hey reappeared Auntle that was the gaunt old Stasia’s in her hand. Stasia, ponth’s pay, acquired previously, brought up about to leave, at was not too hard. No, more money. She was ed, and, as the girl ssed it, I didn’t even eepin’ company.’ the middle of the She went when a sis- I had never met was m the Pacific coast to e intelligence offices l pd the first aid to the nd me no one for & nt to bed discouraged k. rank the tea that the n reared its head. day?’ said the great cingly. ‘You ought on such a day. Oh, e work isn't done and rl, but the work will prid ia full of girls’ papler | THE EVENING TELEGRAM, iLAK ELAND, FLA., NOV. 9, 1914. * "At this point the dufles that I have | Imentloned before stalked from their ; Tespective corners and tried the ef- | fect of withering the Breat temptation, { but it was waterproof, ; * ‘How fresh is the smell of the lake ;lr!' hlf w:;:t on. ‘How pleasant {s the each! OW much ' the children!’ : e “I had put the dishes to s after breakfast; that was ;:klfllf:c: done. ..at was all I was going to do. | I ran upstairs and dressed myself and i the children, locked the door and fled | toward the nearest station that would ‘ furnish a train to bear me and mine | to the lake shore. As I turned the corner and looked back at the house | & duty glared at me from my bedroom window. ‘Going away for the day, and not a single bed made!’ it shriek- ed after me. I made no defense. I had none to make. ! “The faults of the great temptation may have been legion, but it was | truthful. The lake was blue, the air | delightful, the atmosphere quivered |lnd sparkled. There were very few : persons about. The children and I | 8at on the beach and ate quantities of fruit that I had bought and later I : read a new magazine. Once or twice I | had an uneasy feeling that a hovering duty was asking me what would be the result if the sister-in-law should arrive ahead of time and, getting into the house by hook or crook, should find the beds unmade. I refused to lis- ten—absolutely refused. “I am now coming to the part of the l story that I don't like to tell. Even to myself it sounds ‘fishy,’ but it really is true, notwithstanding. “As I approached my own door late that afternoon, literally saturated with ozone and the joy of living, being ac- ' companied by two children similarly affected, my neighbor crossed the ‘lawn. Behind her came her maid and Ibehlnd her came still another maid. ' Briefly told, the mistress of the second | girl was geing to England to visit her husband’s people. She would be gone four months; I could have Jeanie for that period if I wanted her, but Jeanie would like to return to her first mis. tregs in September. "’V’Voul& I take her? 1 had dimculty to keep sfrom throwing my arm around her. I promptly arranged for her to come next day. | “After this masterly achievement I ' went inside my house, donned an ! apron and worked like one possessed. “ ‘How did you dodge the headache?’ asked my husband at dinner. ‘I thought ! you were in for a regular old timer when I left this morning.’ “‘] was,’ I answered. Then I told him the story of the great tempta- tion. “I don’t exactly know myself what the moral of this tale is. Many good housekeepers would say that it has none, that it was, in fact, highly un- moral in its lesson of rewarded shift- Ilouncu. But I don’t know.” et Us Supply our Needs Drange Clippers pruce Pine Picking Ladders Cement Coated Box Nails Orange Plows American Field Fence Cyclone Ornamental Fence Everything usually carried in an up-to-date Hardware Store ILSON RDWARE CO. HOREIORORONORONOIONONONON HER GLOWING FYES By GRACE B. WHARTON. L= == —— =] Chapman.) opyright. 1914, by W. G. erne‘rylon roused up with a start, He rubbed his eyes, he shook himself. Then he stared across the table where his club acquaintance, Colonel Reeves so-called, should have been. No col- onel. Then beyond that at the spot where last he had seen the volatile, never-to-be-forgotten Madame Hor tense Vassour. Gone. A discreet wait- er, napkin on arm, approached. His well trained face expressed a mild inquiry, a strong suggestiveness of being of service. “How long have I been here?” Verne abruptly. “Three hours, sir.” “Alone?” “Yes, sir.” “And the others?” demanded Verne, with a sweep of his hand. “They joked about your siesta and seemed to think it sport to give you the surprise of waking up alone.” “So,” muttered Verne, and his face showed that he did not like the sit- uation. He arose. The waiter helped him to his hat and gloves, bowed his thanks for a careless liberal fee, and Verne walked from the cafe garden into the street. “It wasn't the wine—I didn’t touch it,” he ruminated. “It was not ennul, for the colonel and his lady friend were positively brilliant this evening. It was that woman’s eyes!” Verne knew little of the colonel, less of the woman. The former lived a mysterious existence at the club. The lady was his cousin, he had said. asked From the first her eyes had repelled Verne, because every time they spar- “How Long Have | been Here.” kled they gave him an unaccountably uneasy feeling. She was pretty, witty, winning in her ways. She was intelll- gent, too. The conversation had drift- ed towards the occult, hypnotism and all that during the little refection. Then—then— “I went to sleep,” reflected Verne, “and I remember my lady’s glowing eyes the last thing. Brr-rr! it is un- canny, Perhaps she tried the art mes- meric on me. I'll go and see Leila and forget all about it.” To Lella he was aflanced. Society saw an ideal love match in their pros- pective union. The Boyds were wealthy and Verne was the heir of his uncle, the richest man in the dis- trict. The wedding had been set for two weeks ahead. It was fortunate that Leila had some other callers that evening, for Verne felt dull and uncompanionable. He could not shake off a certain apathetic, ' lethargic feeling that oppressed him. Lella noticed it, and when he left she whispered softly: “We shall be alone tomorrow eve- ning—come early.” But something prevented. The fol- lowing morning Mr. Tresham, Verne's uncle, sent his nephew away on a busi- {ness mission to a city a day’s journey distant, It covered a stay of some weeks, where attention to a lagging lawsuit would require constant vigi lance. Verne wrote a hurried note to Leila explaining the situation. Mrs. Vas- sour passed out of his mind, but she was revived temporarily two days later, when to his surprise Verne met Colonel Reeves on the street in Trux. ton. “Heard you was here on business,” spoke Reeves famillarly. “Some busi- ness of importance likely to keep me here for a week or two. If you are going to make any kind of a prolonged stay, we can find pleasant mutual quarters down at the Ramblers club.” Verne thought not any too much of Reeves, but time was likely to hang heavy on his hands, the colonel was good company. and some very pleas- ant days passed. “My cousin, Mrs. Vassour, is still at Midvale,” announced the colonel one day. “By the way, she wrote me that she met your uncle at a reception. Fine old gentleman. He was very at- tentive and courteous toward her.” It Verne had not known that his rich relative was a confirmed bach- elor, he would have felt uneasy. he jocularly expressed the sentiment “beware of the vidders!” and gave his uncle a hint that Mrs. Vassour was scarcely en regle with upper crust society. At the end of two weeks there came A8 | your grocer. it was, when he wrote to his unclo| | ' some vast surprises for Verne. For several days he had not received any , word from Leila. His uncle, too, was i strangely silent. Then there appeared . ' at Truxton a young lawyer who some- | times did business for Mr. Tresham. | | “You are to return home at once,” sald this visitor. | “But the lawsuit Rhere?” remon- strated Verne. “I have got it in just the right shape, I am familiar with | its details and can certainly be of use | regarding it.” But the lawyer very gravely nnd| i seriously reiterated the unqualified di- irectlon from Mr. Tresham, so Verne | returned to Midvale. ’ It was an inexplicable and chilling reception that awaited him. He had never seen his uncle so distant. “Yes, 1 sent for you,” he said stern- ly. “I suppose I need not tell you why,” and he passed across the table between them three checks for tem ' thousand dollars each. They bore dates a few days apart and the can- i celled stamp of the bank. They had { been made out payable to self or bear- | | er, and they had been cashed through . & bank at Truxton, | “Well?" questioned Verne, looking ' up in a puzzled way, “what has this got to do with me?” ' “Have you the audacity to ask,” challenged his uncle stormily. “Lis- ten—I know all. You forged my name to those checks. You alone can Iml-! tate my handwriting so cleverly, for ! on occasions I have warranted your using my signature. You alone had access to the check book in my safe, ' and those three checks were torn out from the back of my check book.” Of course Verne indignantly pro- tested. It was of no avail. His uncle swore that unless he went away to a distant solitude he would disown him. Verne found the Boyd home shut against him. Leila had been sent ,away to a relative cogvinced of his suilt, his uncle claimed. - A Lroken man, confronted by a mys- tery he could not fathom, Verne re- . mained in seclusion for a week. One . evening a visitor was announced. It was Mrs. Vassour. | She was pale, wretched looking. " She inquired of Verne where he had ' last seen Reeves. He told her at ; Truxton. She sald he had disap- ' peared from there. She broke out \ into bitter vituperation of the wretch { who had borrowed all her money and left her penniless, | Verne felt sorry for the adventur- 'ess. He inquired gently as to her necessities and tendered her some money. She took it, started to leave the room, and then, some wild im- pulse stirring her, returned to his side. “You are a gentleman and a friend,” she said, her voice quivering. “I con- fess all.” In amazement Verne listened to her story. A past mistress in the art hypnotic, she had placed him under the influence of her power that eve- ning at the cate garden. She had forced him to reveal all about his uncle and the details of his businees. While he was at Truxton she had visited Mr. Tresham. Upon him she had worked her spell also. 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