Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 4, 1915, Page 6

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LeVAY The Hub THE HOME OF Hart Schaffaer and Marx Grod Clothes Don’t forget to ask for your Calendars for 1915 “Save Ten Dollars” By having your Fall Clothes made to your INDIVIDUA Measure by us Suits or Overcoats $ No More Soft Hats and Derbies No Less Large variety of Shapes and Shad- ings, Trimmed with Contrast Bands — the”Season’s latest Conceptions $5 Styles 3% Quality THE EVENING TELEGRAM LAK ELAND, FLA., Feb. 4, 1916 SRR DI 0ENF 15 A POST By AUGUSTUS GOODRICH SHER- “Who 1is he?” “He is Dale Armstrong. He was crack football man of the Columbia college team.” “He looks it,” with an admiring glance at the handsome athletic fel- low who had just passed by. “Call after him and introduce me.” “It would be of no use to call.” “Why not?” “Because he is deaf—deaf as & post.” “What a pity!” Thus two young men on a street of Virden. Meantime the subject of their conversation went on his way. His face was emiloless, his manner | stern and grim. He acted as would ! one who had met some great disap-| pointment or setback in life and, un- able to overcome it, had resolutely set himself a hard definite task of submission. “Deat as a post” was Dale Arm- strong, indeed! Nature was to him a closed book, for fts bird and insect | orchestra he no longer heard. There ‘was something grotesque, quite terri- ble to him in this monotonous pan- tomime life. He could tell that a cheery little fellow who passed him was whistling. On the porch of a pleasant home « lad with a mandolin was warbling some mirthful tune. A young lady passed him and bowed and unconsciously she murmured some formal words of recognition, a mere mockery, almost torture to his sensitive spirit, for he could not con- strue their import. As his friend had said he had been the crack man of a famous college football team. He had made the rec- ord score of the year, had covered his team with glory, but at a terrible cost. A kick on the head had stunned him. When he returned to con- sciousness the frightful discovery dawned upon him that he had lost his hearing. For a week skilled physiclans and surgeons worked over him. At the last they shook their heads despair- ! with 2 confident smile. us.” bought ft af"an extfavagant price for all cash. The money Parr had placed in & small safe in his house. The next morning he awoke from a drugged sleep to find the safe and its contents gone. The old man had become frantic. He had sent for his daughter, he had hired all the local sleuths in the place, but they found no clue to safe or moqm1mnoumumml ‘way, for a great blessing him. He smiled as he passed a group of children, and one of them narrated gravely how his mishap bhad come about through the “esplosion of & great big football!” It was a cold dreary evening and there were not many at the billiard hall. Dale passed into its little reading room and scanned the newspapers there. A man, stranger, stuck his head| through the doorway, frowned slight- ly at finding the apartment occupied and turned to the owner of the place who stood near by. “I'd like to have a few minutes’ confidential talk in there with a friend of mine who will be here in & few minutes,” he said. “Oh, that's all right. Don't mind Deat Armstrong. He can't hear you.” Dale smiled behind his newspaper. Almost immediately a second stranger appeared. Both glanced at Dale and then began talking in low tones. Dale | yawned and seemed to drowse. | “Tomorrow morning you hire an automobile and go out to the place I've described,” spoke the first comer finally. They were no sooner out of sight when Dale sprang to his feet. He made for the nearest livery stable & and sought out its proprietor. “Murray,” he said, “get out a car and load in a lantern and a stout rope and chain. Then drive over to the Parr home.” Murray stared hard at Dale, mysti- fled, but he respected his young client and proceeded to execute the order without cavil. Dale ran up the steps of the home of his flancee a few min- utes later. He rang the doorbell. Mr. Parr appeared. “You were robbed of a safe contain- ing a small fortune a few days since,” | began Dale. “What of it?” demanded Parr, sus- | piclously viewing the visitor whom | he had tabooed. “I have got a trace of it,” replied Dale simply. ‘ “How? How?" cried the old man excitedly. - | “l overheard the burglars telling | where they hid the safe the night of ; the robbery.” | “You—heard!"” gasped Parr incredu- lously. “Why, aren't you deaf as a post?” | “Never mind that,” retorted Dale, “Come with Which Par (id, to be led to the site of a burned-down farm house. There Dale uncovered an old well, descend- ed and attached the rope to something ot its bottom. The three pulled it up-—the missing safe! i And ite contents intact! Then the police were notified to lay in wait for ! the criminals. i “Oh, That's AIll Right, Don't Mind Deaf Armstrong!” ingly. They bombarded his anxious friends with a torrent of technical medical phrases. In their opinion Dale would never hear again. It was anguish to Dale to realize that all the hopes, plans and ambi- tions of his young life were utterly blighted, his future blasted, the pres- ent a dead sea level of mere exist ence. Of course he had to abandon ihl- college course. Music, his main \ forte, was forever shut out for him. 1 All the dreary journey home he had \ but one thought; how would Myrtle take it—pretty loving Myrtle Parr, his flancee? The mews of his calamity had reached Tipton, however, before he arrived and Dale soon had an add- ed grief to endure. Mr. Parr refused to allow Myrtle to see Dale. In fact he had sent her away to a relative, where he declined to tell. In a blunt practical business- like way he informed Dale that it would be folly to encourage'his daugh- ter to wed a man in a condition even worse than that of a cripple. In a measure Dale acknowledged the wis- dom of thie, for his business chances in the world would certainly be lim- ited. There was one ray of comfort amid his loneliness and grief, however. He received a broken-hearted note from Myrtle. She loved him still, she would love him till the end! No mat- ter what her father might say—deat, blind, a pauper—she would marry Dale the day he asked her, in defi- ance of all the world! But that sacrifice of her youth, beauty and happiness Dale felt that he could never consent to ask of Myrtle. She remained away from Tipton at her father's mandate and | Dale fell into a dreary humdrum mode ‘ of existence. | Time hung heavily on his hands. The doctors had insisted on rest and recreation, for a few months at least. | He tried fishing, he would take long strolls out into the country. While in the village, however, he made the | local billiard hall a favorite haunt. He liked the game and he watched | the players at the tables with |n(g|\{ est. Thither he was bound now. They had got to designate him as “Deaf Armstrong.” with the ivory balls. Often he took a cue in | hand and had become quite expert “But—but—your deafness?’ stam- mered the marveling old man on the ' way back to his home. “Cured in the city a week ago, through a successful operation,” ex-| plained Dale, 'fiha reward,” began Parr, niggard- ly thinking of the one thousand dol-| lars he had offered. ' Then Dale Armstrong asked for | Myrtle's hand in marrisge—and gotit. | (Copyright,. 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) STRATEGY OF A WiDow By GEORGE MUNSON. “That Miss Elsle Davis is a charm- ing girl and 1 congratulate you highly, Mr. Norton,” said Mrs. Benton. “But what a pity that ehe seems so jealous.” Warren Norton flushed deeply. He resented Mrs. Benton’s words, but he knew that they were true. Elsie and her mother ware summer- ing at the Glen Pass hotel, and War | ren Norton was spending his vacation there. That evening Mrs. Benton made overtures to Elsie, who had regarded her with sullen aversion from the mo- ment of their introduction. However, ! the accomplished woman of the world ! soon managed to thaw the heart of the undisciplined, inexperienceq girl. | “Yes, Warren is a dear boy,” she ' said, “but like most men, I am afraid.” “What do you mean by that?” de- | manded Elsie, flying to arms at once | on John's behalf. “I mean, dear, that & pretty face | would turn his head. A man's heart | may be loyal, but the best of them | cannot resist passing attraction ™ “It is not true!" cried Elsie, turning scarlet. ! “Unfortunately it is true, my dear,” | replied the widoy. laying ope hand | not succeed within the period that she | | | table. i the world for her,” replied the elder | woman. | said. FISHIN G IS FINE! Fish are plentiful, and nothing is better sport than catching a big string of Perch, or better yet, in landing a big Trout! Our Syring Stock of Tackle has just been placed on display. Look it over. Some New Minnows that Trout CAN'T RESIST Reels Reels Hooks — Lines Model Hardware Co. Phone No. 340 C. E. TODD, Mgr. .. MAIN ST. and FLORIDA AVE. caréssingly upon her aim> “It is only too true, and I can prove it to you.” | “How?" demanded Elsie. l “By bringing your Warren to my; feet within two days;” Mrs. Benton an- | ewered. | “You can't do it,” cried Elsie scorn- fully. “But I will let you try, Mrs.. Benton, and, if you succeed, I will | { have nothing more to do with War- ren.” The next few days were wretched ones for Elsie. True, Mrs. Benton did had allotted herself, but it was evident that Warren wae strongly infatuated with her. There were angry scenes be- tween the engaged couple. To Elsie's astonishment Warren, who had always been so penitent and self-exculpatory on former occasions, now appeared brazen. “Elsie, Mrs. Benton is the sister of John Benton in the Philippines,” he said. “I have told you often how John is my best friend. We havenot | seen each other for years, and it ie natural that I should like hie sister. Come, be friendly with her, Elsie, and let us all be happy together.” “0, I hate her and I hate you!” ex- N claimed the jealous girl; and, pulling ; off her ring, she flung it upon the VO DR B @B GG D Elsie was not the type of girl who dominates over her mother. The elder woman had seen how things were go- ing; perhaps she thought that Warren | was giving Elsie a lesson, for she of- | fered no consolation when Elsie a nounced that the engagement was broken off and that they would start home on the morrow. { Eleie did not go down to dinner that night. But afterwards a feverish de- sire to see Warren again forced her to dress and go downstairs. She knew he was with that odious Benton woman, and she could not go away without tor- ' turing herself by seeing them together. Poor Elsie reached the veranda just in time to see the couple disappearing together along the most secluded of the many beautiful walks of the Glen Pass. They were walking slowly side by side, and it was evident they did not dream that Elsie was any- where near them. At the end of the walk wae a hedge of box, round which the road wound into a pretty little summer house. Taking her stand behind the hedge, Elsie heard the conversation. “Poor Elsie!” said Warren in a low voice. | “Poor Elsie!” sai@ Mrs. Benton in a very meaning one, and Elsie, standing behind the hedge, set her teeth hard. To be pitied was the last thing that she could endure. “I feel guilty of disloyalty to her in ' having permitted you to plan this, | Mrs. Benton,” said Warren. “My dear boy, it is the best thing in < . | | “A sharp lesson was neces- ' sary, and as the sister of your best | triend, I feel that it is my duty to give | her that lesson.” “She thinks I am in love with you,” ! said Warren. | Mrs. Benton laughed merrily. “When my flance, Mr. Boyd, arrives tomorrow she will be undeceived,” she sai. “Now, Warren, a word of advice. I am going to tell her that it was all a plan of mine in order to bring her to reason and cure her absurd jealousy. | You stay there till I come back, and I shall bring her with me.’ i And she stepped off along another path toward the hotel, while Elsie | heard herself sob in the darkness. What a fool she had been! She saw it now, she remembered all Warren's | misery in the past, caused by her doubts of him. She was not worthy of | him. She—ehe— Suddenly she feit two arms about | her. Very miserably she raised her ! head. Warren stood beside her. “Elsie! You heard?” he cried. | “0, what a fool I have been!" she | “What a wretched jealous fool. I deserved this, Warren, to teach me to trust the man 1 love. Do you really | love me, Warren?” Warren slipped the ring on her | finger again. And in the conscious- . ness of their new-born trust they were | €0 abeorbed in each other that kindly | Mrs. Benton, approaching in the dark- | ness, took a by-path back to the hotel instead. (Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) The Secret of a Good Figure often lies in the brassiere. Hundreds of thousands of women wear the Bien-Jolie Brassiere f it as necessary as a corset. 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