Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 2, 1915, Page 6

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The othez whimpered in his clutch. “T want to be free t00,” he muttered. “I dont mean no harm to you, Mr. Maxwell.” Maxwell released his fellow-convict and stood watching him doubtfully. For nine months James Maxwell, aforetime boss of Luola, had done time in the bideous turpentine camp in southern Mississippl. His friends had not been idle, however, and with the ald of a smuggled saw and a bribed jailer he had carved his way to freedom out of the stockade. And now this wretch had followed him. He knew Morton as a “lifer.” The unhappy boy, timid and terrified by any threat of violence, had stabbed a man to death in a quarrel about a &irl. And he, Maxwell, whose corrupt government had slain dozens with typhold and ruined hundreds with dishonesty, was serving a five years’ sentence. “Come along, then,” growled the boss, and the two set off through the scrub pine. It would be two hours before the escape was discovered; that would be when the warden went his rounds at midnight. And it wae only twelve miles along the forest trall to where lay the hidden motor boat, which was to carry the boss out to the yacht that lay at anchor, just outside the national limits, three miles away. “Where are yow going?" asked the boss roughly. “Luola,” sniffed the fellow. *“You see,” he added, ®I got a friend there who'll never give me away. And when it's safe he'll give me the fare out of the state to where my girl lives & | A Ik &RA ) “Where Are You Going.” now. She promised ¢ wait two yeais for me, in casc I could nrake a clean break.” A Luola! Maxwc!l folt = pang at heart. He remembcred the case now, remembered that he had instigated the judge to imposc a life sentence because the slain man had been oue of his followers. For hours they fought their way through the tangle of thorns and brambles, until at last they fluug themselves downgexhausted. “Well, weo're three-quarters there, | reckon,” sald Maxwell sullenly. The fellow drew a hunk of brend !lnd & morsel of cheese from his pock- Let. { “I saved this for you," he said. "I rknew you was a heavy eater, Mr. Maxwell.” Maxwell looked at him in perplex- ity. He could not understand this. Nobody had ever done a disinterested act for him before. “You see, Mr. Maxwell, I guess I know how you felt when you got me a lite sentence,” said Morton. “And I knew you was as stanch as steel to your friends. So I wanted to be your friend and to have you for mine— leastways, until we part.” Maxwell growled and gnawed the food. He had eaten no supper in his excitement, and the bread stayed a horrible faintness inside. When he had eaten it all he rose. “Come along,” he snarled again. As they continued their flight th heard a strange, mellow sound, ver far away, that rang down the open glades. “What's that?" asked Maxwell, his heart sinking. “Bloodhounds,” muttered “Come on.” They raced forward, a:d every min- ute the baying became more audible. And when at last, from the crest of a little knoll, the sea suddenly broke upon their sight, glittering in the moonlight, the hounds gave tongue not half a mile behind. “Come on,” muttered the boy again. Those last moments were terrible. It seemed as thouszh ther would never | rozch their hav they reached i the shore the 1 hound emerged the boy. him to have Anabel agree to marry him. Their persistency, her forlorn friendless condition, had finally weak- ened her will until she had given a re- luctant consent to the union. Now, attired in her bridal array, the | the problem of freeing agricultural ' GBIVSd B0 word 1iom bim. Her Ball- sister has almost convinced her that ‘he is dead. What shall we do? Mrs. Emmons was amased at the re- ply—strange, “There is one sure way of affording Miss Leigh protection, safety, com- fort. As my wife I can provide for her for the future so she can defy her enemies. Ask her to marry startled,” he proceeded. fpigs g £ ig g.rfi 4] i ul R & ¥ g% 5 E | i ¥ : y : é ; : i g z i 5 j i a 5 Anabel saw her baffled enemies only once, and then settled down to a life of peace. It was six months later, one evening. when she opened the cottage door in answer to an eager knock, to face Ray Westlake. . He told a story of privation, sick- ness, suffering in the far north, of the arrival of Mr. Plerce. His tears fell as he recited the placid yet mournful death of a brave man, who had given | his last days to carry out the request of his mother to seek out the kin of her girlhood friend and make her wealthy and happy. Ray Westlake took from a packet worn next to his heart a tiny piece ot shriveled lichen. “From his grave,” he said, reverent- ly, and his wife to be bedewed it with her tears and kissed the sacred me- mento of the noblest man she had ever known. (Copyright, 1814, by W. G. Chapman) | Moleskin lIs Profitable. Moleskins have been extensively used in this country during the last few years in making fur garments, ! and pratically all of the supply has | been imported from Europe. In the belief that the common mole of east- ern United States produces fur of equal value, skins were submitted to | professional furriers, who stated that | the quality is superior to the foreign product. A report on the economic status of the eastern species was puo- | lished during the year. The mole in- habiting the northwestern coast is larger than the common eastern spe- cles, and a number of these have been collected in order to obtain a report | on the quality of the pelt. If the tex- ture of the fur proves to be as good as that of the eastern animal, there is no I reason why trappers should not sevure A good income by capturing these ani- mals, as the area they inhabit is ex- | tensive. In many localities an acre of ground supports as many as a hun- dred individuals. If this little animal can be profitably trapped for its fur areas from it soived. will practically be Hint for Photographers. Carbonate of soda is an accelerator ! for the reducing agent. With most de- | velopers, when they are dissolved alone in water, the image will ulti- mately appear, but it will come very slowly. Add a strong solution of car { FISH ISOHTLES4000000 ING IS FINE! % Fish are plentiful, and nothing is better on display. Reels sport than catching a big string of Perch, or better yet, in landing a big Tro.ut! Our Spring Stock of Tackle has just been placed Look it over. Some New Mlnnows that Trout CAN'T RESIST Reels Lines Hooks Model Hardware Co. Phone No. 340 ticent about the ¢liler purpose of BIs trip. He wanted to see Lucy Bates. Had she waited for him, as she had | sworn to do, remaining a solitary old | mald in the old-fashioned homestead? | It was a mellow afternoon when his | automobile stopped at Gravehurst. John had some difficulty in recognizing ‘ the place at first. A huge factory was [ vomiting smoke all over the landscape; ! however, it was a mile out of town, | and the old-fashioned village f{tself was little changed, although an annex of cheap frame houses to supply the needs of the factory hands had sprung up. John put up at the little shabby ho- tel and made himself known to the landlord. The landlord, Si Higgins, had been one of John's old friends. Jobn did not recognize him at first, and Higgins himself seemed a little hazy about John. They were talking over old times when John reminded the landlord ot Tom Elmer. “I suppose he’s a successful minister now,” he said. “What, Tom Elmer—~Widow Elmer’s son?” shouted the landlord. Wear his hair in a sort of pompadour?” | “That's him,” answered John, the memory all coming back to him. “Hi, Tom!” the landlord called, and out of the stable lurched a blear-eyed ragamuffin of about forty-seven, who came up with a surly scowl. “Tom, remember John Gardiner, ! who went to Miss Blythe'’s school with us?” the landlord asked. “Sure I do. Sort of sneaking, cow- | ardly little cuss he was, wasn't he?” asked Tom, breathing out a fresh: aroma of Kentucky rye. “This is him,” said the landlord. “Come back to look up his old friends.” | “Glad to meet you again, Johnny,” | said the stableman, unabashed. “Could I speak to you in private a moment?” | he continued, taking John aside. “I'm , behind with the rent this and—" John handed him a five-dollar bill, | and Tom, looking at it in surly spite, month, ' | made his way back into the stable. It was with some diffidence that | John approached the subject of Lucy. “What has become of Lucy Bates?” . John managed to say presently. ! “Lucy Bates?” inquired the land- lord. “Why, there never wasn’t but one Lucy Bates. Hi, Lucy!” A disheveled-looking woman came in, wiping her hands upon a dirty apron. “Well, what is it now?” she bonate of soda to the reducing agent and water and the image will fairly leap at you. The reduction of the | bromide of silver has been tremen- dously hastened and it is also more thorough and complete, the negative baving much greater demsity. This is the sole mission of a carbonate of soda in the developer. It is to speed things up and complete the action.— Outing. HOW JOHN WAS GURED By CHARLOTTE CORBETT. (Copyright, 194, by W. G. Chapman.) There comes to every middle-aged man a time when he feels that his life has been a failure. At forty-seven Johm Gardiner was beginning to feel that way. A successful architect, with a charm- ing wife and four children, earning enough money to give him a comfort- able home and send the boys through college, he looked back on his high hopes and felt that the promise of youth had been fallacious. The little village where he had been born, the early sweetheart whom he had not married, his boyish friends all assumed a rosy halo in the past. Forgotten were the hard knocks, the early struggles, the eagerness to get away to the big city, where he had at last succeeded. “Ella,” he said to his wife, “I believe I'll auto down to Gravehurst next Sat- urday, spend the night at the little place and return on Sunday. I t to look up some of my old friends.’ “You'll enjoy the trip, dear,” an- swered his wife, beaming fondly on her husband. But John Gardiner had remained Jo asked. “Remember Johnny Gardiner?” h-; quired the landlord, with & grin, in- | dicating John. “Come baek from the city to look up old friends.” A faint flush crossed the tired wom- an’s face as she extended a limp hand. “Yes, we've been married seventeen years,” said the landlord. “T wae her first beau, too. We used to go to- gether when we was children. l-lcyl never had no other beaux, did mj Luce?™ “Nope,” said the tired woman, shak- ing ber head and looking straight into John's eyes. “Well, I'm pleased to have seen you,” sald John, moving out toward his automobile. “I guess I'll have to: be starting back now,” he continued; as he got in. He had changed his mind about staying in Gravehurst. “By the l way, there was another old friend I—" | But he got mo further, for with ml wnearthly hork an automobile came tearing down the street and struck John's fairly and squarely, shaking him from the step where he stood into the road. He rose to find a black- browed, flashily dressed stranger low- ering at him from his car. “You've kmocked my lamp all as- kew!™ he snarled. “Why in thunder ean't you look where you are going?” And leaving John speechless with mc ‘fieation he whirled away. “Manager of our factory,” explained the landlord. “One of the big men of Gravehurst. Hurt your eye, aln’t you, Johnny? Looks as if it was. going to blacken up.” “Yes," said John, nursing his swell- | ing optic. “I guess that man's name is | ‘Will Jones, isn't it?" | “Correct.’ agreed the landlord. “We're sort of proud of him in Grave- burst. Must you be leaving?” “If 1 can get this machine to run,” answered John And, after a little aid from the local’ blacksmith, John Gardiner chugged' out of Gravehurst homeward—cured. DO YOUR OWN SHOPPING 9 \ . z Org/x {;F} Hoszer] Gives the BEST VALUE for Your Money Every Kind from Cotten to Silk, For Men, Women asd Chiliren Any Color and Style From 25¢ to $5.00 per pair Look for the Trade Mark! 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REDDICK Lakeland Paving ald Coastruction Company i Has moved their Plant to their new site t corner of Parker and Vermont Avenues. {] Mr. Belisario, who is now sole owner of the company says that they will carry a full line of Marble Tomb Stones in connec- & tion with their Ornemantel Department of this business. Office Phone 348 B.ack QPSTSDSITITHIFOSOSTOT { Res. Phone 153 Blue KELLEYS BARRED Plymouth Rocks BOTH MATINGS Better now than lever before. The sooner you get your Biddies to growing the better. Let me furnish the eggs for you to set. Special price per Inmdted.’o I also have a large bunch of nice young Cock Birds at Reasonable