Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 8, 1915, Page 6

WAS THE ONLY ONE By AUGUSTUS GOODRICH SHER- WIN. “Fire!” Two young men, summer boarders of Farmer Ralston, seated in a ham- mock on the old-fashioned porch of the house, sprang to their feet elec- trically. The dull even trend of their rural surroundings seemed to welcome any break in the monotony that was the rule. “A fire?” spoke Randal Boyd, his ln- terest spurring up. “Some excite- ment! Where is it, Mr. Ralston?” for the old farmer had come rushing around the corner of the house in & great state of perturbation. “It's down at Grove Hollow, and it's either the house or the barn of the l.l'rlll folks. It looks like the "lt is a blaze!” spoke Ned Alton, as they ran to the side of the house THE EVENING mu:cq.u LAKELAND, FLA., JAN. 8, 1915. presént Instance he had an anw..fic — plete favor? Ho . was grim, but re- ana observea what had startled the [pilot, and from sheer pride kept up ' signed, as he restored the book to Nel- | farmer. bfi of some help.” "Why, ‘we left there only an hour ago,” observed Randal Boyd. our charming young hostess has met with no mishap.” reached the Merrill place to find Nel- | lie and her mother, pale and agitated, : It was of the dainty, winsome Nellie | Merrill that Ned Alton was solely thinking in connection with the fire. She was in the mind of his present companion as well, but not to the same extent. Both were interested in the lovely little fairy who had been an element of decided attraction dur- ing the outing of the two young men. ‘With his flashy brilliant ways, heir to a fortune and socially prominent, Randal Boyd had the lead in the race, Ned haq decided. He could not stop loving Nellle Merrill, however. It was the first time his real heart had been inyolved. It was u pleasure yet & paln, for he was a mere clerk in the employ: of -the big city business house of Boyd & Co., while his friend, and he feared, his rival, was the favored son of the proprietor. 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Is there anything we can save?” “I fear not,” tremored Nellie. “No, do not take the risk. Father and brother—mother!” Nellie spoke this last word in al- most a shriek. She had turned to look at a heap of beddIng near by. Two minutes before her little sister Ruth, carried asleep from the house, had been placed there. “What is it?” inquired Ned, solic- itously. “My sister, Ruth! She is gone!" And Nellie seemed on the point of swooning away. “She woke up just now,” faltered Mrs. Merrill. "I heard her ask for her doll.” “Oh, mother! can she have gone back into the house?” cried Nellie. Ned Alton caught the f fainting form of Nel®~ in his arms. The con- tact of that beloved form electrified him to mighty endeavor. “Take her,” he spoke to the mother. ‘I will find the child.” He caught the echo of the bells of the village fire wagon ha: tening down the road. lle observed Doyd just aris- ing to his feet, drenched and discom- fited. Then Ned made a dash for a side entrance to the house. \ The flames had not yet reached that part of the building, but the smoke was thick and suffocating. Ned \\'as: unfamiliar with the upper portion of the structure, but he breasted his way | to a landing. Then he noticed beyond an open doorway a lighted lamp, and started in that direction. | It was a sleeping room, and despllu i the dense clouds of smoke pouring | into the apartment Ned could discern | outlines. A lighted lamp slondonlu stand. Ned thrilled at an impressive picture its rays disclosed. Pulling over the disturbed covers of a trundle bed near to a larger one, was a little night-gowned figure. Ruth was crying, her eyes half blinded by the smarting smoke. “Why, Ruth!" spoke Ned; “what are you doing here?’ “I'm looking for Betty, my pretty dolly,” sobbed the little one, “and I can't find her. Maybe she’'s burned up! And it loses me to be in all this smoke—oh, my* oh, my!"” “You sit right there for an instant, | Ruth,” directed Ned, lifting her to'a chair. “I'll find dolly for you." In a minute or two he discovered the eoveted doll on the floor under the trundle bed. He restored Betty to Ruth. A glowing radiance in the ballway warned Ned that he had no time to lose if he would not be over- taken by the flames, and the stairway route of escape cut off. A glint of Jewelry lying on a bureau, however, had caught his eye. Ned ran towards it. There was a pin he had seen Nellie wear, and there lay her watch and chain. He slipped these articles hast- ily into his pocket. Some laces, pre- clous to his heart because they be- longed to Nellie, followed. Upon the stand where the lamp ! stood, Nellle had apparently been writ- { ing a letter when the fire started. She had abandoned a little keepsake mem- i orandum book, a ring and a gold mounted penholder. Ned thrust these } also into a pocket of his coat. up in his arms. A hot blast swept his { face as he reached the corridor, but he shielded the child as best he could. Some way, although haelf suffocated, he managed to get down the stairs and into the open air. “Oh, we thank you! We thank you!" sobbed Nellie, as the little one was brought to her. Her hand clutched at that of the rescuer with fervor. Her warm glance |thrllled Ned. He hurriedly handed to her some of the articles from his pockets—all of them, he thought. | Neighbors cared for the family now | and the fire wagon finally saved about half of the building. A telegram was received by Boyd next morning, calling him back to the city. Ned did not go with him. He promised to go on the evening train, but he must see Nellie at least once again. An hour later, to his surprise, | he found in a pocket of his coat a ring and the memorandum book he had saved from the fire. It would serve as a good excuse for calling on Nellie to return these. The book fell open in his clasp. Ned could not help but read the only page writ- ten on. It was headed: “People whom I like.” A long list of names followed. That of Randolph Boyd was among them. His own, too, but— scratched out! _ Theg he hag never held her com- I wanted to anchor swung his boat. Then he ran towards Ruth and snatched her | Ing, too, There was no reason I should “Let us hurry, Boyd; we may | the swift pace set for him. They lie. It was on the porch of the house I where she was staying. “I am sorry you are going away, “I hope | helping the father and brother carry | Mr. Alton,” she said. | “I regret it, too,” replied Ned, seri- | ously, “for my brief stay here has been maost pleasant. I hope you will remember me—as a friend.” Nellle started. Shc fumbled the book in her hand. Then, aroused, she | glanced at the written list. ' “Mr. Alton,” she spoke, a strange | quiver in her voice, “you—you saw ! this?” “I could not help it.” “Oh, do not mjsunderstand!" she pleaded. “I—T that is, your name—oh, cannot you understand?” Understand what? His heart gave ,one wild throb. Her drooping eyes ! told the story. His e had been erased from the list she “liked,” be- cause he was one of those—the only one—she loved! | (Copyright, 191, by W. G. Chapman.) SHOULD SHE TELL? By CLARA CROSS. | “It you could have seen his profile!” | mourned the girl with the sunburned neck. “Anyhow, I still think Emily ought to have told me! She was my | hostess.” “I always thought Emily had a' lovely nature,” objected the girl in the | new basque waist. “She may have a lovely nature,” agreed the young woman with the sun- | burn, “but she begged me to stay over with her when the rest of the house' party left, just to keep me from going back in the same crowd with Wayne | ( about it from the first and nev l BEST TOW SOPRPEPHPFOFOIOFOFOFOPOPO m%mmmo&mwmo?m ware€ Phone No. 340 your time when you should be deliv- ering it, Hoskins!" And you 14 have seen Hoskins leap for shore the b ((h< r's cart concealed in the shrul s} ure that Emily kne told ful! s me, just to be ha If she te Wayne Hipple—' Hipple! How could I help it it Wayne was nicer to me than he was to her—" “If it wasn’t Wayne, then who was it?"” demanded the girl in the wrinkled ! basque. “Emily said I simply must stay be- cause I loved nature so, and now that most of the cottagers had gone home there were oceans of nature lying around loose and unappropriated, and, | anyhow, her mother was going In to| Chicago, and she'd be 8o lonesome all alone. She was so mournful about it that I had to stay, or make myself out | a perfect brute, “I went out to fish, said the girl, with the sunburned neck. “Not at all' because 1 ke to fish, but because there was nothing else to to do, and hadn’t come. Emily said 58 1 caught some we'd have So 1 he rowboat and I the bend into the bayou. ' there.” sh?" Risht in the spot where I thought he was a native because of the old straw hat till he turned, and it! “The “Ihe (031 3-03-03-0 3 | nioted a cloud rising on the k comforted the girl in basque.—Chicage “Oh, she will!™ new wrinkle Duily MNews. 2OAOUIOTONOTOUOTO i ASKED FOR COUNSEL By ELLA CYGAN. 2 BeBTeNONENONeLONeLeNeNeL “I want your advice!” The little: stenographer lifted her eyes demure- 1y, and the bookkeeper laid aside his | work. She hesitated, and then went on. “If a—a—some one shows an inclina- tion to take your hand in his wher vou hand him a paper, if he attempts to hold it a minute, would you |!nuk his demonstrations meant 2 And,” she continued hastily, er's brow, “he w he had the sweetest smile!” “What e demanded the book- keeper. “Then, whenever he has to come to 'my desk he always stands the stands and watches me — "ngm Where | Wanted to Anchor.” was then I was smitten dumb by the profile. And the eyes! And the gen- oral look of being somebody! I knew Immediately he must be a man of im- portance who had buried himself in the wilds %o rest, and I was so thank- ful that I had oa the newest stylé ot middy and a becoming shade hat. 1 resolved to be perfeetly oblivious and self-possessed, 80 I proceeded to stop and fish as I had first intended. A man always admires an unflustered girl. 1 couldn’t help it, could I, if my bamboo pole dropped overboard?” “Oh, horribly erude!” “It was better than falling overboard myselt,” protested the other. ‘“Not nearly so mussy! I wish you could have seen the manner in which he re- trieved that pole and gave it to me! When he raised his hat I decided that he was some movie star. “Finally he called over to me to say that he thought I'd catch more fish it I baited my hook! Fancy! 1 was 80 confused that he rowed over and baited it for me! But I didn't seem to catch any, so he generously divided his own, after he had discovered that I was fishing for my dinner. “I went fishing again the next morn- be driven off the lake by a stranger. We didn’t talk so much, but you should have seen his eyes! In a week I felt we had known each other a life- time! You can tell by a man's expres- slon whether he has a superior soul, I think! That is, usually. “Emily said she couldn't imagine why I had grown 8o crazy over fishing, and said she believed she'd come along, but I persuaded her not to. The sun always gives her a headache. I was bound that for once sha should not ‘interfere with iy friendehips. . certainly would take her down a pes when she found how far I had pro- gressed with the handsome unknown. “Every morning he, too, fished. He | maintained the utmost reserve about | himself, as do all great people, but I' could tell from his expression, when he looked at me that he was living in the same dream I was. “And then one morning Emily came charging through the bushes on the bank and surveyed the scene. Her curiosity had overpowered her, ae it does all ordinary persons. She sim- ply glared and I resolved to freeze her it she tried to be unpleasant. ““Well!” she called, addressing her words to my handsome friend. ‘No wonder the meat has been late for over g week, if this is how you spend | bookkeeper, sternly. | Mr. Gray was particularly attentive.” Sven if I'm bus nd smiles " She smiled longest time! when I glance up at him! reminiscently. “The nerve of him,” remarked the “I noticed that “Oh, it's not he!” The little stenog- rapher blushed. “The one I'm telling you about brought me some asters out of his own garden the other day and he sald he wished they were nicer, | but they were the loveliest he could ; find! i thing?” The little stenographer looked Do you think that meant any- shyly at the bookkeeper. “He's daffy, whoever he 1s!"” snorted the bookkeeper. “It sounds like that fellow, Nichols!" The little stenographer pald no lb tention, “I didn’t know just what to do!* she confessed. “I like him awfully well. But I don't want to assume—" “I hate to see girls marry their em- ployers!” the bookkeeper broke im, frowning with annoyance. | “Oh, dear, but you don't give me' any advice at all!” complained the ll&- ‘tle- stenographer. “You don't help l‘ bit!” | “What do you want?” he exploded, | | looking at her with troubled eyes.; ““Would you like advice to marry him? | Well, you won't get it! How do you know he wants you to?”" % “l don't know,” agreed the little stenographer. “But 1 thought that | | i | | maybe, as a man, you might kno' what he meant!” “l never make an idiot of mylelf!"‘ “But he doesn't make an idiot of himself! He's so perfectly well bred.” “Gee!" said the bookkeeper. “Don't | you know, I've been sort of hoping— but there isn't any use!"” he sighed. | “And,” continued the little stenog- PEPEPH AP PSFOIFROPESDET TG | | Lake Mirror Hotel §| MRS. H. M. COWLES, Prop. | Under New Management. I Refurnishedand thoroughly renovated, and everything Clean, Comfortable and First-class. 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And I dow't want to hurt his feel- ings. So I don't know how to act!" “A boy!" said the bookkeeper, puz- zled. “Did you say a boy?" “Oh, yes, but you won't tell me!"” she reproached. “I'm afraid it I go to Mr. Gray, the poor chap will get into trouble, and if I let it go on he may feel that I'm encouraging him.” “It you'd tell a fellow his name,” suggested the bookkeeper. “Oh, I don’t know it,” she explained, Impatiently. “I never heard his name. It's that slim, blue-eyed little tele- lrlph messenger!"” “Well, I'll be jiggered!” sald the boolkeeper The little stenographer giggled. "s ,” she said. “I had you guessing some that trip, didn't I?"—Chicago | Dally Nawa. bbb me | | Straps. | Straps are used to restrain the ness in many of the new winter g4 and skirts. 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