Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 25, 1915, Page 2

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Limited, train No. 4 will stop at flag stations on signal for local passengers and for passengers holding tickets for Lakeland and Information not obtainable from Agents will be cheerfully fur-| | i | | | | | THEHOUSE OF HOWE By MAX HART. (Copyright.) Far out amid the cactus and the eastern tourists lies the town of Cab Horse. It is as typically western as the Pacific coast, and at one time it Somebody discovered carbonated asphalt or rock salt or virgin gold in the vicinity of Potato Hill, and at the precise moment Cab Horse was about to take out a city charter, order a post office from Washington, it up a set of letter-heads and pre- for business as a bona fide and dding metropolis. Sclentists who studied the rise and fall of Cab Horse were inclined for some time to lay the whole blame upon the slanting shoulders of Char- ley White. It is perfectly true that the bad luck attending Charley White immediately preceded the finding of precious mineral in the neighborhood of Potato Hill; but beyond that co- incidence, there is nothing to turn the stern finger of accusation toward Mr. ‘White. The facts speak for themselves. For a long time Charley could not do 0, f53s About the time Cab Horse began to boom and the gambling element swarmed in from surrounding terri- tory, Ike Dorgan started the Silver Stag on the street which would have been named Main street if anyone had thought it needed a name. The Silver Stag was a combination of all that is preclous to the anti- gambling fraternity, the anti-dance section of the community and the So- clety for the Improvement of Morals in General. Ike Dorgan accumulated thirteen thousand dollars by way of profit and sold out to a person named Howe, and it was Howe who brought Charley ‘White to the thriving village of Cab Horse, the reason being that Mr. White was in undisputed possession of the finest singing, yodeling and noise- making voice west of Omaha. About the same time Charley White discovered Cab Horse and its princi- pal fount of recreation and amuse- ment, the Silver Stag, Apache Nell discovered him. Nell was a peculiarly fine specimen of young womanhood wasting its fragrance on the desert air, and if she had gone to New York, instead of squandering her time in Cab Horse, the Sunday papers would have printed her photograph and prominent artists ‘would have beseeched her to pose for them. The natural and subsequent eventu- ality was that Nell found many. inter- esting qualities in Charley White, and he returned the compliment. True, an {rritated citizen named Kelley had threatened to remove most of Mr. White's regular features be- cause of Nell's open preference for the singer, but that little disturbance passed over without calamity. Kelley attempted to drown his sor- Tow in the wellknown liquid made for that purpose, and finally died of a broken heart, superinduced by a broken stomach, a couple of broken kidneys and a badly fractured liver. At the very height of his popularity Charley White suddenly and inexpli- cably went into retirement. The singer came down from his pedestal and his song was hushed. Woe filled the throbbing atmosphere of the Silver Stag and the chief bouncer explained without avail. While the regular patrons of the Silver Stag faced this new sorrow in melancholy and dejection, there was one who felt the disappointment great- est. Cassandra had, come in from the East—Lady Cassandra, with the soft Itallan volce and the dark eyes of the land at the foot of the Alps. She had appeared among the dancers in the Silver Stag, and immediately men and women noticed her. Apache Nell joked with Charley ‘White about it. “The dark and mysterious lady ap- pears to be hypnotized when youl | sing,” chuckled Nell after Cassandra had manifested her interest for a week or more. | There was a vague note of jealousy in her voice. “She's a funny-looking wop,” Char ley retorted indifteremtly. “Let's take a walk before the nine o’clock session.” For a month Cassandra paid silent | devotion before the shrine of melody | and at the end of that time her grief was great. Charley White ceased to sing. ‘Why?" demanded Howe. “There’s something the maiter with my throat,” Charley explained. “They’'ve come to like your singing tremendously,” Howe pleaded. “See a doctor. Fix your throat up as soon | as you can, and when you come back there's an extra five a week tacked on , your pay.” The solitary Cab Horse physician peered down the White throat with fitting solemnity at the earnest re- quest of Mr. Howe, took charge of al fourdollar fee and announced that the trouble was probably a strain. “He will be well in a week,” de-| clared the physician. “I hope 80,” Howe replied gloomily. But Mr. White was not well in a week, or in two or four weeks. He mooned about Cab Horse and avoided the Silver Stag. He hated to face the crowds and explain over and over that his throat had gone back on him. In consequence business fell off, and | Try Thumb Tacks } It thumb tacks instead of ordinary | tacks are used to fasten white oflcloth to pantry and cupboard shelf, the ofl- cloth may be easily removed whem cleaned. Achieving Importance. “Some men,” eald Uncle Eben, “gets to be looked ca as important because dey bas to be hollered at all de time foh gittin® in de way.” Howe pleaded with tears in his q-.‘ “I can't sing, if I can’t sing,” Char | ley retorted on these occasions. “I couldn’t produce a note, no matter | how hard I tried.” | “Talk to him,” Howe had begged of ¥ Apache Nell. “Rub his fool throat. Make him get better.” Nell promised to do her best, but the lost harmony and the tender, soothing Mit of “I | Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now” no | longer was wafted across the dismal l tables of the Silver Stag. The Lady Cassandra disappeared without warning. Without the witchiery gf_Charley's tenor Volte the varled “attractions of the Silver Stag palled upon her. Whither she went no one knew, and few seemed to care. Time trudged by in Cab Horse. Apache Nell, on the morning of & sunny day, wandered afar from the purlieus of the town. Two miles from Cab Ilorse she came to a cluster of scrubby trees and halted to enjoy their slender shade. In the act of brushing her moist forehead with a dainty cambric handkershief she paused, and her eyes lighted. From somewhere came a sound— 'and the sound was the voice of Char ley White lifted in song. Nell secreted herself skillfully and waited. * Charley approached from the oppo- site direction. Harmony welled from him like a long pent-up oil well in the first fine, careless rapture of its shoot- ing, and the echoes wound their ture- ful way over the smiling land. ‘When he had reached the kmot of trees Nell suddenly stepped into the | road before him. “I thought,” she said sternly, “that you couldn’t sing! Why have you de- celved Mr. Howe and me and every- body? Explain!” Charley removed his hat and hung his head. “Your throat is perfectly right, isn’t t?” Nell demanded. Charley nodded dismally. “Then why?” Nell asked. ! “I lied about my throat,” he replied, | slowly. “There has never been any- | thing the matter with it.” “Then why did you stop singing at the Silver Stag?” “Because, Nell, I have enemies, and because by enemies have threatened to kill me.” . The lrgumen} then ensuing lasted the greater part of an hour, and when it was ended Charley said: “For your sake I'll go back. If I am killed my blood is upon your head.” “You will not be killed,” Nell said. The Silver Stag greeted its return- ing songbird with cheers. All was festive, and the crowds gath- ered about the yellow tables and spent money with abandon. At fifteen minutes past ten Charley | White turned into the thrilling orato- | rio known as the “Wyoming Rag,” and | at ten-sixteen a party of strangers H wandered into the Silver Stag and oc- | cupled a table, | There were three men and two wom- en, and their hilarity was unusual, | even for a Silver Stag party. Their voices rose after a time, and | Charley glanced over inquiringly. 1 From laughter the newcomers drift- E ed into earnest conversation, low in | tone at first. One of the men rose and made a sweeping gesture, The two women shrieked. The other two men leaped to their feet. Revolvers were drawn in the twink- ling of an eye, and.in the twinkling of | another eye the regulars of the Silver | Stag were underneath tables and the strange party was standing in the cen- ter of a cloud of smoke. | Their guns barked viclously. | At the top of a long note Charley | White ceased singing abruptly. | Quietly he sank to the stage, his frantic hands tugging at his shirt- ! band. Apache Nell reached him first. Her arms were about him when Howe came into the room. The warm blood trickled through his coat and colored Nell's waist. “I told you they'd get me,” he whis- ! pered faintly. A few hours later, when they had probed into and got the bullet out of his shoulder, Charley White sat up in Doc Meehan’s spare bedroom and cast a faint smile at Nell. “I'm going to get well,” he said cheerfully, and Nell patted his hand. “Of course you are,” she replied. “And we'll be married as soon as I can get on my feet.” Nell agreed. “You came near chasing your hus. band-to-be out of the game ahead of his time,” the patient continued. “If I were & vindictive sort I might hold it against you. I wonder who that bunch was and what they had against me?"” “They didn't have anything against you,” Nell said slowly. “The bullet that hit you was an accidental shot.” “After the warning I had!” he said scornfully. “Don’t kid me, Nell. You can't make me believe that.” “The person who wrote you the warning was not the person who shot ou,” she persisted. ‘How do you know that?” Charley asked. “Because,” Nell replied. “How do you know?” he insisted. “Do you remember the woman named Cassandra?”’ she inquired. He nodded wonderingly. “Well, there was a time when she got on my nerves with her big, black eyes fastened upon you as you sang. “l trled to laugh it off, and I couldn’t. You simply hypnotised her when you sang, and I felt miserable and— “Oh;, I wrote you that Black Hand letter myself!™ Then Doc Meehan came in with a tresh bandage. | “Rose of Hell.” The “Rose of Hell” is the name siven to a flower that blooms oan & tree of great sise and strength grow- ing on the sides of Mount Agua—a Aigh peak among the rugged moun- tains of Central America Doing Well on Small Meana. It is no small commendation to maa- age a little well. He is a good wagoner that can turn in a little room.—Bishop Hall. THE MISANTHROPHE By ETHEL WARD MESERVEY. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) “Vapid, profitless, almost unendur- able,” was the way Ralph Burt de- seribed life as it presented itself to his distorted view. Then he became very much ashamed of the misanthropic utterance. He glanced about his lonely but elegant home, he looked into a mirror and noted the unusual glow of health upon his cheeks, he realized that ke had not a real care in the world. Out- side the birds were singing, the flow- ers blooming, all radiant pature breathing purity,- peace and promise. The sun shone at its brightest. Its rays glorified the redolent garden. Be- yond it lay a sportsman’s paradise— stables, kennels, garage and bangar. It represented the latest facilities for pleasure. “Yes, with all this, I may well be ashamed of myself for finding poth-| ing worth living for!” murmured Burt, | self-reproachfully. \ Burt went out to the spot where\the hangar was located. With the assist- ance of his hired man the superb plane he operated was wheeled ou! He had become quite an expert ayi- ator and enjoyed his air trips greatl. Under his expert direction the m: chine struck an upward lateral course] a thing of life and beauty. He en-| joyed the rare exhibition of pure air and bird-like speed immensely. Ten miles accomplished, Burt vol- planed to a meadow stretch to adjust a trivial defect in the control mechan- ism. He had just got in trim to re- sume his cloud work, when a shout down the highway attracted his atten- tion. i ‘With both interest and indignation | the amateur airman observed a lad of about fourteen running towards him as if for his life. Struggling behind him, but in hot pursuit, were three men. They were shouting and gesticulating. One car- ried a cane, which he waved menac- ingly. A second had picked up a lot of stones. These he hurled with va- ried aim after the running boy. “You young rascal!” roared the man in advance. “Drop fit, I tell you, or I'll have you jailed!” But the little fellow never heeded the threatening cries and actions of his pursuers. He forged straight ahead, momentarily nearing the spot where Burt stood. “This way! This way!” shouted Burt, as the boy came nearer. “Climb under the fence.” “Oh! oh!” yelled the lad just at that moment, in frantic pain. “Brace up!” cried Burt, leaning over | and lifting the lad clear of the en-; tangling wires. ‘“Now, then, who are those men?” “Villains! They'll kill me—and you, too. Oh, they're coming!” They were, indeed, but Burt was going. He lifted the helpless lad in his arms bodily, and made a run for the biplane. “Don’t get frightened,” he ordered, placing his charge in the seat behind the pilot post and hurriedly strapping him in. “Quick, mister! oh, quick as you can!” insisted his passenger, with a | terrified glance at the fence. The three pursuers had arrived. One tried to jump the fence and his | feet tripped and he fell with a thud. A second attempted to crawl under the lower wire and his clothing had be- come entangled. “Don’t you interfere with that boy or you'll be liable.to the law!” he shouted at Burt. The latter paid no attention to the threat. He sprang to the pllot seat. Chug-chug—whirr! and the biplane went aloft like an arrow. The dismayed and chagrined men below vainly vented their wrath on the rescuer who had baffled them. The little fellow sat spellbound with delight at the rare sensation of an air flight he had never dreamed of. For the first time in his life Ralph Burt had found his mind invested with real human interest. It elevated him. An actor in an exciting and unusual circumstance, he was eager to learn what lay behind the strange incident of the hour. Soon he knew all about it, for when the biplane landed on home ground he ! took his passenger into his library and questioned him. It came out that he and his sister, Eleanor, were practically prisoners in the power of one of his three pursuers, Giles Warden. Fearing foul play, the sister had that day given him the will of her dead father, with the injunction to place it in the hands of some law yer for safety and action. Hence the pursuit. “Righting a wrong—quite heroic!” commented Burt's lawyer, when he was made aware of the facts in the | case. “Why, your new experience has made you look like a new man, ™| soon have this affair straightened out.” It was with a good deal of surprise that Ralph met “Sister Eleanor” a week later. He had supposed her to be a little girl. Instead, confusedly, he listened to the ardent thanks of a beautiful young lady. “You have saved Miss Morley from captivity and the loss of her fortune,” advised the lawyer. “She may con- tinue to need a friend.” Day by day Ralph Burt's heart warmed to new impulses. There came a finality presaging lasting con- tentment. It was when Eleanor be- came something more his than a friend— —"Yes; be explained about that tato to me. It was his year's $rop."—Magasine of Fun, ; % Floridands — m In Large and Small Tracs SUITABLE FOR Fruit, Truck and General | Unimproveg | Farming Improved and Unimproved and Improveq Samples 23,000 ACRES—In Polk County at $6.00 per acre. worth more than half the price. 40 ACRE FARM—35 in bearing Orange Grove, 8rogy house, packing house and barn, large lake front, Irrigation plant, good heavy soil and good roag, miles from Lakeland. Price $30,000.00. FOR NON-RESIDENTS—Good Fruit Lands, wel] in ten, twenty and forty acre tracts; Co-operatiye opment Plan. NEW BRICK STORE BUILDING—In the city of Ly land; Leased for five years at $2,600.00 per annum, g, 000,00. ‘Will trade for Orange Grove as part pavrfient.' |9-ROOM, HOUSE and three vacant Lots. Close 1o Lak Morton $4,200.00. $1,200 down and terms, ] TWO HOUSES In Dixieland (5-rooms), rented, $3,000,00 Terms. 2 \WO GOOD SUBDIVISION Propositions. \ and desirably located. 20\ACRES FARM—At Lakeland Highland. \bearing grove, 600 trees in good condition. Large res ence with modern improvement, Private wateq orks; good out buildings. with implements ang team, Rrice $10,000, 34 AQRES OF RICH HIGH .HAMMOCK land near Cen ter Hill. Close to school post office and store. Fivg acrs clear. Price $550.00 28 ACRI FARM—with lake front. 6 acres in young grove| new ottage and good barn. 2 1-2 miles from Lakelan on hird road. A good combination farm, Price § 750.00. Cash $1,250.00, Balance deferred at § per ceng interesy CORNER 10OT—Three South e&posure. Price $2:00.00, Timber New Six locateq| Devel- Both close i I3 acres iy blocks south of city hall. FEast an Some fruit trees; new sidewalk “or Further Information See J. 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