Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 27, 1915, Page 6

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At midnight! In this predicament Mr. Googe % | found himself after a search, carried $|on as he stood in front of his dark- ened and deserted residence, for his keys, which were nowhere upon his Even in the instant of discovery that they were missing, he knew where they were. By the mockery of fate, the keys were even now safely reposing in the pocket of the trousers he had changed from that morning—hanging in his bedroom closet, inside the house be- fore which he stood helpless to en- ter. Mr. Googe’s family were away for the summer. The servants, too— every one—so he was in a nice fix! Without enough cash in his pock- et to pay for a night's lodging in & decent hotel! And without the physi- cal ability to endure a night spent on a park bench! He must get into the house without his keys, some way—somehow. Every window was impossible, from the ground up. The basement's were protected by shields of iron a0 idiot!” 'lmdum--hm try bluff me wit’ yer ‘Bry- ants,’ at all!” said the officer. He pushed him away at arms’ length, bolding him out for inspec- tion. His prisoner took one look at 'm— and his heart sank. ‘This was not the regular patrolman on that block, whom he knew. It was a substitute—who did not know him! “I've caught yez red-handed!” said the other. “Ye were tryin’ to break into this house—" “As I've got a right to do, you fool!” rasped Mr. Googe. “I own this house; it's mine, I can go into it any way I like—" “That’s a good one!” scoffed the patrolman. “Yez look like the owner of a house like this—I don’t think!” His eyes scornfully swept over Mr. Googs s dilapidated appearance. “I can prove who I am!” snapped his captive. “Ye'll have th’' chance!” returned the officer, “when I trot ye to the lockup!” Mr. Googe looked at the man. He knew no words of his could ever plerce the abysmal unintelligence of the special “cop.” -And he wanted to g0 to bed—he was tired, fagged out— -y, Googe. Bryant!™ “Don’t | bed was where he ought to be! | | “All right!” he said shortly. “Take me to the station-house. It's right round the corner. I'll go with you wire.. Those on the first floor, near | quietly. I'm known there, and 1t won't the top of the stoop, were loeked He knew, for he had locked them. Only the breaking of a pane would permit his entrance here. And Mr. Googe disliked to think of smashing one of those eighteen-dollar panes of plate glass. Suddenly he started, under the In spirational slap on the back of his mind by an idea. Mr. Googe had remembered that the lock on a kitchen window at the rear of the house was broken. If he could surmount the high board fence which walled in his lot from the sidewalk, go through the vacant ground, climb over his back-yard fence, and literally bump into the wall of his kitchen, he could open the window with the providential lock of disragalr. In the excess of his impatience at the obstacle of the impassive, wooden barrier in his path to his comfortable bed, Mr. Googe lifted his foot and kicked it viciously in the slats. Whereupon, to his wide-eyed eur- prise, a strip of board fell away, a yard above the spot where the blow of his foot siruck, forming a most excellent open step in the hitherto unassailable wall. Two minutes later, at the cost of all his vest-buttons, the mangling of every cigar in his pockets, the bark- ing of one shin, the instantaneous growth of two water-blisters in his palms, and the loss of all his wind, the red-faced, disheveled, panting and pufiing gentleman attained the top of the fence. For a precarious moment he hud- dled there—slipped—and fell on all fours in the rank weeds inside the vacant lot! Instantly he rose and, brushiug what mud and clinging burs from ! his now dilapidated clothes that he could, he tramped over tin cans and conl-lshen. through the Stygian black- ness of the lot, in the direction he thought would lead him to his own | talked himself into insanely wrath- back yard. Aagd n3 the window the brok lock, he 1ifted the and-—was at last in hiz home Fifteen minutes later, his strength | partially recuperated after a much- needed rest, he remembered some- thing. It was a letter from his family, which he had been expecting for two or three days. Had it come? he wondered. If he hadn’t been worried over not hearing from his wife and grown children for forty-eight hours, it is coubtful if Mr. Googe would have been stirred to make the effort just then of going down to the basement mail-box to | took tor 1. * \ But he did go down-stairs. 1 And there, through the peep-hole in « the letter-box fastened to the outside of the grillework basement door which he opened, he saw that the let- ter was there. Reaching down into the vestibule of the doorway, he took down the key. With it in his hand, he stepped out into the areaway to unfasten the box. The door, under the pressure of the key in the lock of the letter-box on its front, closed, the spring-lock catch- ing—locking him out again as effectu- ally as before! There was nothing to do but repeat his acrobatic entrance of the house! He was still without his keys. There remained only that kitchen window with the faulty lock as a means of getting into the dwelling. Between him and that window was the obstacle of the lot's fence, the littered ground itself, and the back-yard board wall. With a weary sigh, Mr. Googe again tackled the first of these bar- riers that seemed, to his exhausted senses, forever erected to keep him out of his bed After what appeared an eternity of struggling, he finally fell over the high fence once more. He hurried through the empty lot. He threw himself over the lower par- tition separating it trom his back yard— ro land hait 1n. hait out, of the arms of a protective officer who was waiting tor biwu renderiy this private guardian of private houscs, whose particular “beat” covered the block of residences of which Mr. Googe's was one, gath- ered the collapsing form of that gen- tleman up against the metal shield on the broad chest of his gray uni- form. “Got ye, me laddy buck!” he ex- take two minutes to prove to you what a blockhead you are!” “I'll take ye there fast enough,” re- torted the officer, “when I've got yer confederate!” Mr. Googe started. “My—what?” he exclaimed. “Yer confederate!” repeated the patrolman firmly. “There wuz two av ye on the job of breakin’' into this house. I saw yer pal go over the fence from the street beyand, before you came round just now. And I'll not take yez to jail till I've caught th’ both av yez!” The fellow had watched Mr. Googe's first entrance to the house, and now thought his present prisoner was a second “burglar!” The humor of the situation was not magpifest to Mr. Googe, however. He wanted to go to Led' Yet, until this prince of stupidity before him found the nonexisting “confederate” he was after, Mr. Googe would not be taken to the station- house, where he could be identified and released from the clutches of the officer who had him in his hold. He could not go to bed till the patrolman found a duplicate of Mr. Googe himself! In vain did he explain, argue, pro- test, and complain to the obstinate fool of a man who would not let him 80- “Whist, now!" ordered his captor, at the end of five minutes of impas- sioned oratory on the part of Mr. Googe, “You come wit' me, quiet, mind, an’ we'll nab yer buddy that's inside the house! Come along!” Still protesting—in whispers which were forced—against doing anything of the kind, Mr. Googe was led inside his own home by the iron hand of his Nemesis They started at the basement, and went slowly through the house. The | search was slow. Mr. Googe was about ready to drop at the end of a half-hour, during which he had finally ful speechlessness. And then— The patrolman dashed suddenly for- ward into a shadowy corner of the * second-floor bedroom, dragging Mr. Googe behind him, and clutched, with his free hand, the collar of a man who was hiding in the dark! “Got ye, me laddy buck!” He re- peated his first words to Mr. Googe of the previous half-hour. “I'll go quiet!” gasped the second prisoner. All three moved quietly—Mr. Googe being too stunned with surprise for words—to the station-house round the corner. There the gentleman was instantly released, and the man who was found in the house told his story. *] was sleepin’ in the vacant lot, when this guy come through and waked me up,” said the fellow—a tramp. “I follered him. He went in through a kitchen window—and I went in & minute or two later. It was warm inside. I was lookin’ for some place to sleep comf’ honest, I wasn't goin’ t' steal nothin’. An’ then —this cop caught me—which is all, gents!” “Well, well!” said Mr. Googe, turn- ing to the special patrolman. “You made s mistake—but I have you to thank that my house wasn't burgled by this hobo!™ He stepped forward and presented the red-faced officer with what lttle money he had in his pockets, as he shook his hand. And then, with a brisk good night all round, he went home—to bed. Or, rather, to the third scaling ot the high board fence! By MYRA &. TERHUNE. and through a barren and ulnw district. Love impelled him, ‘'however, deep and sincere, and that impetus kept his spirits far above freesing point. “Bound to go, are you?” demanded Farmer Alden, and Roger glanced with a soft admiring eye at Gladys, FISHING IS FINE! Fish are plentiful, and nothing is better sport than catching a big string of or better yet, in landing a big Perch, Trout! Our Spring Stock of Tackle has just been placed on display. Look it over. Some New Minnows that Trout CAN'T RESIST Reels -Reels Lines Hooks Model Hardware Co. Phone No. 340 Tous. “Please do not risk it, Mr. Blaine!” “But what about those saddle bags, : Miss Alden?” proposed Roger. ; “Oh, they will be safe, if they were ' ever safe, a week from now. Then ' the weather will let up and it will | not be so dangerous.” “You don’t know the average In-l dian,” declared Roger, shaking his | head sapiently. “This fellow, Vaka, | who brought back your horse, said he had left the saddle in his home dugout. Perhaps, and perhaps not. Even if so, his wife, his children, his neighbors may take occasion to rifie it. Vaka has promised every day for @ week that he would go after them.” | “Which he won't do until the last cent of that hundred dollars is squan- dered,” predicted Mr. Alden. It was Gladys who accompanied Roger to the door and stood there while he mounted his horse. She, too, stood at the window looking after him till he was out of sight. Was he mistaken, or did she really lift her hands to her lips, as it send- ing after him a good luck kiss? ¥ Roger loved Gladys Alden. She had | many suitors and he was not entirely | sure of his ground. Since he had an- ' nounced his present journey, however, Roger had fancied a new depth of ex- pression to her sweet eyes. It seemed that a month before, | while out for a gallop, Gladys had ' left her favorite horse beside t.hs trall | I to gather some owerl she returned he e Wander ora ‘heard of ut three the missing steed untll a weeks !ig A reward of one hui-' dred dollars had been offered for the | return of the horse. Vaka had ap- | peared, but bareback. He had “for- gotten” the saddle, he sald. In one' of its pockets Gladys had placed . small hand bag. It contafned soi ¢ valued trinkets, once belonging to her dead mother. She had mourned their loss. Hence the chivalric foray of Roger, looking to their restitution. | Roger found his calculation as to & speedy journey at fault. The trail was forty inches under snow, the ra- { vines clogged, the horse worn out before half the journey was accome plished. On the evening of the seo: ond day, however, he arrived weary and half frozen at the wretched dug: out that Vaka called home. His | squaw with her five children ;mM him. Roger made out that he was' at the right place, but the Indian | woman could not speak English. She | made a motion as if intent on geing | for a neighbor to act as interpreter. About to depart, her eyes glittered, | her breath came rapidly, she stared hard at the leggings which Rn.n" wore. Then, a lowering expression on her dusky face, she left the hut. | i r Y | | 3 $ i C. E. TODD, ng. . MAIN ST. and FLORIDA AVE. Closing Out FURNITURE STOCK To move this Big Stock we will Sell AT COST FOR CASH IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO NAME YOU PRICES ON THIS BIG STOCK SO WE ASK YOU TO CALL AND EXAMINE THE GOODS AND PRICES, AS IT IS A PLEASURE TO SHOW YOU. Don’t Fail to Take Advantage of this Opportunity WE HANDLE EVERYTHING I NFURNITURE LAKELAND FURNITURE & HARDWARE GO. SEE SRR SRS PIANOS|] WE SELL PIANOS, PLAYER PIANOS, ORGANS AND PLAYER ROLLS AT PRICES FROM 25 to 40 per cent.|Less THAN ANY OTHER MUSIC HOUSE IN FLORIDA, COME AND SEE FOR YOURSELF. PIANOS TUNED, RE- PAIRED, AND MADE LIKE NEW ALL WORK WARRANTED STRICT- LY FIRST CLASS, 28 YEARS EXPER- IEINCE. HENRY WOLFf& SON PERMANENT RESIDENCE, PIANO PARLOR AND REPAIR SHOP, 401 S. Mass, Ave, Phone 16-Black % ¢ ¢ i “‘ OOttt sl Rogermlouhmmthnho““ threw himself on a pile of skins to recuperate while the woman was away. Before he realised it dmvul- ness overcame him. He was nmnl by finding himself pounced upon vig: orously. The squaw had lurked out- side the hut, had stealthily returned, had bound him hend and foot. “You kill Vaka!" she lhrlebd frensied, and she pointed at the lo( gings and poised a knife ready plunge it into his vitals. “No! no!" asserted Roger strenu ously, comprehending her dark sus picions—"alive! Pocket—pocket!” The squaw half understood him. She groped past his helpless hands and drew from his breast pocket & wallet. She scanned its contents. Then, snatching from among the pa- pers it contained the photograph ol Vaka, she stood regarding it with distended eyes. “I kill her!” she screamed in a wild frenzy, drawing the knife in her hand | & through the smiling face of the wom- | & an in the pictare. The determined squaw was the companion of Roger, mounted on her |& Indian pony, back to the town. She |§ - had located the missing saddle among some trappings and the little hand- | bag had its original contents intact. The gratitude expressed in the eyes of Gladys was sufficient reward for all Roger had done. When he told of his narrow graze of death, how- ever, this grew to concern. She drew | closer to him and her hand trembled as she touched his arm unconsciously. . In the moonlight at the door step, Roger Blaine frankly confessed his love an hour later. The first kiss of ¢ "o You Want Fresh Clean GROLERIES’ We are at your service for anything carried by an Up-to-date Grocery Phone orders glven prompt attention i W. J. 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