Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 4, 1915, Page 7

0 WAS THE GOAT? DOROTHY BLACKMORE. keep fresh for days,” said Dor- | do it and you'll see me wear every night while it lives,” the doctor. “And for good be- perhaps you'll do me the hon- nning on another?” e nodded. Her dimples played er mouth when she smiled and ht of them had become a very ing part of Doctor Hanscom's sojourn at the Laketon hotel. a young veterinary surgeon office and visiting hours were , so that he had had the advan- er many of the summer men at pl by getting home early, And | ed almost 28 it Dorine waited | "' aspe on the tennis court or on the | V1V it I was al times on the suburban train pk him to the city he thought | girl's face as she had reached t the little flower on his coat. evening while he was at din- ne care inte the dining room r mother, and they both wore costumes. e gave him her usyal brigh pd nod, and then her eyes fell oat lapel, which was guiltless ment. A slight flush burned eks and airter that y cursory glances, s jd her to walk with him as he her in corridor igidly. days he did not have with her. He saw her he dining room with her fa- ther and brotber, and he re- each time a cool little nod she de- Qeilelludiugdad ud from Dorine, at the weekly mined to talk He waited 1 ble door Ilea. He had fully listen to him. stairs, lovely in g wh pu put it in water on your desk . Pe met her “This has be ple as she pinned a marigold Mer. Dorine. | coat lapel of young Doctor He Dut his arm | stepped off toge | waltz they well as partners When the dance w her out through the F that opened onto g “Sit down,’ rolded me for days?" “I know—it was 4 | careless g | that T had forgotren i “You were—you did 1 tell me your exeu with her. ace to face. lave it with me now. ad cluded verand ' Joe said, drawing up 1f. he sat on €n our dance all sum- a or her at the big dou- ding into the ballroom. decided to force her to As she came down- hite dancing dress, bout her and they 1 the hesitation learned to dance so as over he led ench windows he railing n, “what is the mat- have you out And 1 know very we " began Joe, but 1im me tell you! il deliberately He paused e you thought | your flower— said Dorine she in. Let me I realize all about it st word, She told me when vu that you a yel- e emblem let I did nc tion—though the avor some t v views of it—but z to—well, to give father ouquet when g2l ) it she said. listen to me,” I was tha N “This ardly tell you, you it 1sn't funny ust Because Chrisimas Is Over no sign gnod Things to Eat are not in btyle, especially during the remainder of the Holiday season. e have Turkeys, Thickens, Country ams, Pound Cake, Fruit Cake and many other Delicaies Try Richelieu Can Goods They are the best money can buy. Farmers and Truckers will please remember [ am head ters for SEED POTATOES and all other Seeds. D. B. Dickson PP OHOHQPFOPOPOODOPOB IR PEGIAL DALE For THIRTY DAYS we will Make a Special Sale on the New Improved ¥hite ptary Sewing Machine Thirty Dollars Cash Just one-half the usual price Takes one of them Don’t jet this opportunity pass without plying your needs. ited. Come at once. The quantity is When they are e we can’t duplicate the order. Ve need THE CASH. chine. You need the Qur interests are mutua’. Come let us Serve you. ATTT QNN ARDWARECO.. ] FOTOPD OB ook | t It was Saturday night [to me. dance that he deter | that flow | an Y | sible for his views | aren't | for about the first | something caught in his strong, mus- | jerked loose (he three strands of wire THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAKELAND, FLA., JAN. 4, 1915, The morning you gave me ! er I was called out to the estate of Mr. Phillips to see what was the matter with the foot of a very fine goat. While I was looking at its foot the animal chewed my flower off and the stable man who was with us roared with laughter. If you doubt this, I wifl show you the withered stem still pinned to the under side of my coat lapel. I had not put it in wa- ter on my desk, but was still wearing it. Now, do you see how badly you have treated me? Do you, Dorine?” “And—and it wasn't because it was vellow, then?” she asked. “Search me! Maybe the goat was ant . but I'm not respon- Seriously, Dorine, Dori And then Doctor Hanscom whis- pered three little words in Dorine's | ear. Found Worms for Her to Eat. African jungle people are not very cular concerning their food, n Herald. One of our m down with an at- sowe time ago. This W to the poor, ipathetic natives, v are really com- to help. One * tried to ex- | the “white o ill. After on w a wnd started > later sh pical leaf from Upon it were sev- green worms, which and brougkt to the She thought they er manmy n a time she d with a 1 of the tree eral big erawling she had cav sick missi eat during her illness LURE OF STRENGTH By IDA SPEED. e They were about half a mile away when they saw the cowboy at the wire ence wuiting for them He had dismounted and was stand- 1g by his pony feeling a little nervous time in his cow- punching existence. ) Bonita was so young. He could see | from there how erect she sat her little ) blue pony, and he knew how fetching- ly she could look at one from beneath that turned-down Mexican hat. All the long afternoon she'd been glancing at him thus, and after that— cular throat—after that she would be his beyond the power of law or pa- rental persuasion. He could see her little gauntleted hand now raised above her head in sa- lute. He waved back and presently | which here stapled into the crooked cedar post and stood on them while she rode out of her father’s ranch propertie “Let 'em up, Jim,"” said the homely, bald-headed man who had accompanied her this far. “This lets me out. It's me for the ranch.” “Good-by—oh, and thank you, ." said the girl, smiling at him. e'll do as much for you some day.” | “Be good, and if you can't be good, | be pretty,” admonished Jim, as he| | the last remnant of ro {away and she was s» « plete revulsion of teeli | rooms of the ranch house of | piano, the comforta land the new velour | and threw his arn “Adios,” called Baldy, ignoring his + friend, “and good luck to you,” and jabbing his spurs into his pony he | was gone in the direction whence he | | had just come. The man and girl rode on toward | the south. He looked her over af- fectionately. She rode true western fashion, well back in her saddle, heels down, and toes pointed out. Behind her a bundle | was tied by the leather thongs of the | saddle. | “Beauty,” he said caressingly, “dld‘ you have trouble gettin’ away from | Mil and stepmother?” | “Not a bit,” she said, and tossed her | head. “Baldy called to me to come ahead if T was goin’' to Uncle Ben's to stay all night and he'd ride as far as the south pasture fence with me. And he did,” she laughed, intoxicated with the brayado of their plan for elope- ment “Baldy’s a good old button,” Jim, delightedly “Baldy asked if thirty miles wasn't | a long ride for y in the ne notion,” she declare showing her dimples. “But I reckon I won't back out now. Even if I see 1iill Perry when I get to town,” > added, with a touch of the ed coquette in s of to her record. said seas’ only eightee mer: . He was talked like crutable. eep him r keen alwe that Oh guc but it wa no boy, but a six-foot man gth, a decade her d him fror d from oth- Then the exuberance of Bonita's spirits died out gradually until she stered burnt chee almost bl in the i He tried to cb her with plans for the future and ma arns of the sort which hitherto had held her spell- bound. Sometimes_an irresistible yearning ens toward her swept over him, ana ne reached out for her hand on the bridle rein and crushed it in his own big, rough paw. Once he rode near enough to bend over and kiss her cheek When they reached his shack at last Bonita had become diffident. She protested feebly that they ought not to go in, but she was tired and hot and allowed herself after all to be lifted down from her saddie and al- ried in the house. a one-room shack of rough lumber, with a lean-to kitchen in the rear. There was a bed in one corner with a decent quilt and two pillows with snowy slips. The floor w brushed | clean, and two empty cracker boxes, | in lieu of chairs, all the room con- | tained, except a small zine trunk | Beyond, in the kitchen, a dilapi- | dated stove, a small table with a brown | oilcloth cover, on which were some ! porcelain dishes, and the simplest cooking utensils, hanging on the rough pine walls, completed the fur- nishings of this typical “baching” out- | fit. | Jim went for a fresh bucket of | water, and as Bonita stared about her, » siipped ! zed with 2 Jome ! She pi lov ceiled or fa- the uirs, red the big, ther, the dainty mus rocking ¢ overed davenport folding bed of which she and Mil had | been so proud Jim returned with the water. 1 want ot a chair, the weary girl had dropped down on the side of the bed | and half-recl low. He 1 it to her, the box She ¢ he watched her ting on his bed loneliy lere in his house, sit- Ul the hunger and untutored desire in his welled up. He dropped on his knees be about her, being ide her, holding drawing her down to his and coveri it with Kisses, which in his rongh tenderne he rained on cheek and lips, and s and brow. “You are mine—mine!” he softly and huskily At another time she would have sur- rendered happily, but in her present 100d, the remotencss of the spot, their absolute aloofness from human con- tact, the bareness of this, his home, alarmed her. In a panic she fought him off. She tlung the cup across the room, spattering the clean boards of the floor with the remaining drops “Oh!™ she cried, “I want to go hack Jim. P'moafraid! 1 can't i wash, and—and all the re t 1 aon't want to marry wbody. [ ant to ride (AR and sleep ith A1 with face said Leau su his feet beside her now, a different look on his strong eatires e erooked mouth 1- most a straizht line. His eyes wero serious with purpose. “Little girl,” he said in a slow, hurt voice, “we'll go on to the Pitchfork ranch tonight 1f you are of the same opinion tomorrow, I'll take you home. As for the work here, and—and the rest, I hadn’t thought of your mindin’ that, “I had meant to help. 1 had ex- pected to give you every minute of my time that I could spare from makin' a livin' for us both. I had wanted to devote it all to makin' you happy. I love you! But it's up to you.” And so they rode on in silence until sundown, when they came to the home ranch of the Pitchfork outfit and Bounita was taken into the arms of old Mrs. Durkin, who thought they w there to make her a friendly visit, and mildly remonstrated with them for not coming sooner. Bonita was tired and distraught, and went to bed early. “Good night” was | the only thing Jim had said to her from the time they arrived. She was homesick and penitent. | Next morning after breakfast she ! was on the back porch watching the group of men at the hitching post. In fringed “chaps” and with a blue bandanna knotted about his neck, Jim was leaning against a wagon wheel with his hat pulled down over his face and an air of utter dejection about him. “Are you goin' to try Old Eagle, Jim?" asked a heavy-set man, “I don’t know,” said Jim, “but I can ride him.” | It behooves a man to talk disereetly in a country where he has to prove every boast and threat. Dut he was in no mood to fear danger. So he flung down his cigarette, took his rope from where it was stened to his saddle which lay on the ground, and turned toward the corral out a word “What you goin’ to do?” Ride hin ered lac And suiting to the v roped the old sorrel, and, after trouble, got the on h mounted The outlaw plun called one. an the action few times and fell back hi then r Jim 1 n Old Eagl held hir d him a dij > cany susx h ceiling water from o water bucket wh a wire from the The drops of sweat rolled from his face down on his neck where the strong muscles moved as he swal- lowed. The pride of possession filled her. She fanned him coquettishly with a wded by her her gray head. Bonita was looking very maternal and solicitous, addressing You shouldn't have got so hot, Jim,” she said, authoritatively. “We have a long ride before us. “Why, mercy me, honey, Mother Durki this mornin’? got nere!” “No, we're lonita ively assurance. “We're goin’ to town to get married, and it's a ghod ten miles. Saddle up the horses at once, Jim.” Why, you've skeersely not goin’ home,” said posit ! \ id old “you're not goin' bome ' with her new air of | Jim let the dipper slide back into | the bucket with a splash and hurried to the while old Mrs. Durkin folded erly arn col POLLY PERKINS By CATHERINE COOPE. forita in her capacious, moth- | 4 (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspa- | » per Syndicate.) would have as being insane. Ec- cent mentally unbaianced, she cer- tainly was arl ¢ r couple of yeas mi Lt pessinle see her com- fortabiy eusconsod in a home for i curables. For the present she was happily if whimsically domiciled in a tiny cottage cn Long Island. Miss Poily's mental state was the cause of rude s from village children and one of amused inte; to older minds. Week end guests were sure to be taken past the abode of Polly Perkins just as they were invariably regaled by the story of the hauuted house on the old farm road. No one Polly Perkir on th bject of my dipn pink.” said Rozers with Bob Hawthorne after in the Sound “I wouldn't have ke langhed Hawthorne amused glance the tage, the pink flower gate posts and ontbuil pose she has pink bows live stock.” he eommie She v h feved it he eyed with pink-painted cot- gardens, pink I sup on all the ) ¥ ted " chuekled Jimmy, ken in the barnyard bas a pink bow on his neck. It was not until a few days later that Hawthorne, lollir in Jimmy Rogers’ hammock, looked up to see a lone chicken clucking away and pecking contentedly for vermin in Rogers’ well-kept lawn. The chick had a more or less bedraggled bow on its neck that sadly interfered “every living c stigmatized at times with the capturing of dain- ' ties from the soft sod. And because ilob Hawthorne was a ' trifle bored with his own soeiety more or les curio regarding the vic Miss Perkins, he decided to make a martyr of himself and take the straying bird home. He had little difticulty in catching the chicken. Evidently Miss Perkins’ hens were more in the nature of pets than table delicacies, After a few moments of reconnoi- tering he discovered that a wing of Miss Perkins’ property practically ad- Joined that of Jimmy Rogers. He climbed the latter's fenco and found himself facing the back of a pink chicken coop. A sharp turn around the fence brought him into the awk- ward position of having tripped over | a pink-clad figure. She was lying flat upon her back in the tall grasses. “You've no right to be snoring in ss,” he said. not snoring, and the grass is as a bone,” the girl said with asperity. She had arisen to a sitting ture and was endeavoring to coax back the frightened chicken. know why—all men think that every place of grass in the universe is con- tinually wet She had got the chicken back by continued coaxing, the while she was her remarks to Haw- thorne. “Are you Miss Polly Perkins?” he asked, when her wide-open eyes again roamed toward his face, “Yes, I am,” she said. “Is there anything else you would like to know, Rude Person?” she inquired. “You know,” she continued, “I am not the Miss Polly Perl am. Tam her nicce turned swiftly on her heels and left Bob H horne standing beside the pink chicken coop. “You know,” she confided to him two nights later when they left the club house after a most delightful tango evening, I ha dreadful confession to make ince Dol eyes were anything but ing, Polly continued: aw ) ing down to Aunt Polly’s chick- en coop and delilerately put that bird over the fence so that you might Ao I “Are blur you engaged?’ asked » Person,” laughed Poll ng himself of th he had watched g the pink-bowea ntradicted Polly smells, mu ns and harbors s and smells 1 or convex, tr cal. oblong, conical, spi for their color, he ac halis, fuctorie tells in form concave ellint spiral; and a us that ne “I don't | ns you think I | With that she | Lob the smell of machinery and sport, for | & instance, is nearly always red; smell of restaurants and the cafes is sil- es and d we talk velousy (which is a ate of mind) as green or green-eyed; in anger we say we “see red «n melancholy we “bave the blues."—Atlantic Monthly. 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