Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 27, 1915, Page 2

CHARLOTTE HARBOR AND NORTHERN RAILWAY “BOCA GRANDE ROUTE” SAFETY FIRST. ATTRACTIVE SERVICE. COURTESY FOR THE INFORMATION OF THE PUBLIC| SCHEDULE IN EFEECT JANUARY 18T, 1916 —Subject to Change Without Notice— she peered bhelplessly from door to door. Suddenly she stopped, them fol- lowed a man up the steps of a brown stone building. His latchkey admitted him and she slipped in directly behind. Yes, there was the warm red carpet in the hall and the serpentine stairs winding up around HARRY'S INTERVIEW By ADELA GRACE CROWN. the wall. ' el e Her room was dark and empty. Lucile had not returned. The bed invited her, and she groped across to it. It was a grief-stricken face that rested against the pillow, aged by many years since ‘Grand Central station!” shouted the brakeman. “All out.” Miss Bartlett gripped her handbag with sudden thought of the light- fingered gentry of New York. “Aunt Lucy!" Aunt Lucy! You (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) 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The quantity is limited. Come at once. When they are gone we can’t duplicate the order. We need THE CASH. You need the Machine. Owur interests are mutual. Come let us Serve you. ILSON HARDWARE CO. C.H.& N.| young arms drew her out of the jstream of men and women laden with llnmlmonu of travel. “I knew I!ou'd come when I wrote how much I wanted you to see my picture while it's on exhibition. = There's always some one standing around it. I'm so silly over it 1 must have the dearest {aunt in the world see just how it looks in such grand company.” For a hurrled instant the be- i wildered little lady felt the pulse- beat of the mighty city. { There was a scramble in and out between street cars, hairbreadth es- capes from gigantic horses in fromt of towering loads, dashes from be- ineath hissing, darting automobiles, and, presto, the swarming multitude dropped away and the deafening {clamor was hushéd. She was in a sleepy street on Brooklyn Heights, where the old-time houses stood in quiet, self-contained dignity. It was the first uninterrupted con- fidential moment after lunch. “How is Ben, Lucile?” Miss Bart- lett bent over her suitcase. The status of declared lovers was & 8he Léaned Breathiessiy Against the “ Door. beatific mystery to be approached only by half-averted face or lowered lds. No reply coming, she timidly; glanced over her shoulder. “You haven't told me anything about Ben.” “l have nothing to tell”” she re- plied, indifferently. Miss Bartlett's shocked face came | you doing locked up In your OWR . cejveq that another missive, with a ro- back to her from the mirror. “Don’t look like that, Aunt Lucy. Don't, don't! 1ile's all right, I fancy, only I don’t sce him any more.” | “Don’t see Ben any more.” “No; we have learned how utterly unlike we are. All he cares for is & law book, and I must have my art. | It's my life, Aunt Lucy, my very life. I must have liberty.” | “Liberty ?" “Yes, liberty to live my own life.” | Bhe bent and kissed the quivering lips. “You'll make me cry if you look like that. It wasn't just the pic- | ture, Aunt Lucy. 1 wanted you; I wanted you as I did when I was I'ttle and things went wrong. time I was off to my classes. Here, let me tuck you up on this couch. I've tired you all out. Don't stir, darling, till I get back.” The door closed on her niece and | she was gone. Trivialities oceuph. her at first; that money she brought for the trousseau. There was I.hol danger of .burglars—and the old home. She meant Lucile and Ben to | have it when she had used it her otted time. Where were the babies she was to tend, the boys and girls that were to romp under the big. elms? children? Dully her eyes followed the wall paper up and down. Its monotonous repetition was intoler- able. She sprang to her feet and fas- | tened dbn her wraps with nervous fingers. A damp, chill air met her at the outer door. The unaccustomed streets oppressed her with their nar- rowness. She hurried to escape the persistent nearness of the crowding | houses. From the gray gloom of the sky a loitering snowflake floated down. : Thicker and faster, borne by a ris- ing wind, came a blinding flurry. sudden gust nearly took her from her feet. She staggered and caught t an iron railing. A passerby heard groan, hesitated, but after well-dressed little lady, went om. A puzzling similarity of the corners confronted her; rows on rows of houses presented an unbroken fromt. Distracted, she crossed and recrossed streets till lights began to prick out through the whirl of flakes. Weary and faint almost *o the point of drop- Try Thumb Tacks It thumb tacks instead of ordinary tacks are used to fasten white olicloth to pantry and cupboard shelf, the oil- !cloth may be easily removed when lelnnod I ! Achieving Importance. “Some men,” said Uncle Eben, “gets to be looked ca as important because dey has to be hollered at all de time foh gittin' in de wey.” neficence of the morning. The phyl- little home town when he start- ical.comfort soothed her as "s moth- | :':,: fl:. metropolis to make his for- er's arms a tired child, and mo , tune, had remained true to him. He shadowy room filled with vague, in-' .3 peen home three times on vaca- distinct forms that came and went ion and each time their love had and floated off into the darkness. Suddenly she was awake, wide- eyed, consclous that she was no, longer alone. Eagerly she raised her- self on her elbow. The light from the ; street sent a long, bright ray across the room and her near-sighted eyes made out a form in front of the dress- | ing table. “Lu—" the word was checked. The form had moved. It was a man! Limp, nerveless, she dropped back ' on her pillow. The fear that haunted | her by day, the trembling terror of her waking hours at night, had taken shape. She was alone in the presence of a burglar. In her fright and horror she lay,' following in a maze the man's smooth dexterity as he handled the objects on the dresing table., | “] think so,” said Harry. | seemed more real to both. | Laura was to become his wife with- | in a month! She was to go to New York to stay with her aunt, whom | Harry had never met, and they were to be married there. In a week he would see Laura again. ! Symonds, the city editor, ' Harry over to his desk. “We're going to publish a series of funny interviews, and I want you to ! handle the first,” he said. “It's with the world-renowned authoress, Eliza- | beth Crow Cavendish. She wrote A Girl's Safety, ‘The Happy Marriage,’ etc. Shopgirls’ slush, you know, and takes herself very seriously as an up- 'lmlu power among those who read her twaddle, Think you can do a mock- serious interview to raise a laugh?” } called At eight o'clock that evening he was The man moved from the dressing peing shown into Miss Cavendish's table; a door creaked. She looked Up houge. The elderly lady who awaited to see his square shoulders disappear- him at the table apologized for not ing into the closet. rising, and the crutch beside her chair Her blood leaped and coursed explained her reason. Harry was cone through her veins. Her fears dropped gcious of an impression distinctly from her. She was no longer a m;m.-l pleasing. He felt a little regretful ened, helpless little woman. She gaphout his mission. Still, a newspaper slipped from the bed; her W'l'l“! man is bound in strictest loyalty to feet skimmed the floor. Just before' his newspaper. she reached the closet they caught.in! i It was evident that Miss Cayendish a rug. She stumbled; her out ' ook herself very seriously indeed, and, stretched hand hit the door. It' pecoming confidential, in her simple swung to with a bang. Instantly she : way she showed him, under a pledge was up, her fingers grasping the key. I . of confidence, the manuscript of her She turned it and leaned breathless ' forthcoming work. “Cynthia’s Happy but triumphant against the panel. Cholce.” There was a moment of quiet. It was only after he reached the Neither she nor the burglar moved. gtreet that Harry realized he must Then the knob of the door was turned | ¢yrn this hospitable kindness into { pushed to the center of the group! | here?” | the hall above. a glance at the high-bred face of u.\ given to a flower that blooms on & tree of great sise and strength grow gently. The man breathed heavily as he braced himself to break the lock. Again her fears were upon her. Her shaking knees failed her; she was! sinking to the carpet when a louder ! rattle o’ the knob hehlnd ltlflened’ her to ' She nm ted to run. The floor rose to meet her, but she kept on till she reached the hall, “MurCr! Murder!” per came (o her lips. “Murder! Murder!” A thin, quaver-| ing falsetto. “What 18 it, madam? What Is it?" exclaimed a big man, struggling with a collar button at the back of his neck. “A man,” gasped Miss Bartlett, man—" ! “A man, madam, a man?” i “Yes, yes; a burglar. He went into the closet. I locked him in.” i “Why? What the devil?” exclaimed | the big man, when he opened lhel closet. “No, Johnson, 1 deny the tender ap pellation, ‘ “What in thunder, Atterbury, are: Only a whis- closet?” “Well, Sammy, that's something I wish you would explain.” “Ben! O Ben!" Miss Bartlett: and seized Mr. Atterbury by the arm. “Why, Aunt Lucy, Aunt Lucy, what are you doing here?” “Where's the burglar?” “But Aunt Lucy, how did you come “I came to see Luclle. Where's the burglar?” she demanded peering | around into the closet. “There isn't any burglar that I know of. Who locked me in there?” | “Why, I did. I thought—I thought you were a burglar.” “But I don’t understand. you come here in my room?” “Your room? Lucile said it was my room." “Seems to me things are a little mixed. Lucile lives two blocks from here.” Miss Bartlett's bewildered eyes wandered from one to the other of the three gentlemen. “I see how it is,” she said at last. ‘I've got into the wrong house. I'm just a stupid How did' |old woman.” Supported on Ben's strong arm, the Were they always to be dream | street lamps blinked merrily at her | | through the whirling flakes, and the | wind that caught her skirts and whipped in her face, was but a glee- ful winter gale. “Do come in, Ben; do come in" she urged at the door. “Don’t leave me till I find out whether Luclle is ! hunting for me among the lost ar- ticles at the police station or is drag- ging the river.” “Aunt Lucy!” a voice cried from Flying feet, floating draperies, a vision of disheveled golden hair, and she was seized in a warm embrace. remote distance. “Lucile,” said Miss Bartlett, sol- emnly, “I came near getting Ben murdered. Yes, murdered,” she re- peated in response to Lucile's incred- ulous expression. “He'll tell you all about it. I want to get off these things. They are inch-deep in snow. Take him into the parior. I'll be back in a minute. I bave some busi- ness I want to consult him about,” she called back half way up the stairs. “Rose of Hell.” The “Rose of Hell” is the name ing on the sides of Mount Agua—a high peak among the rugged moun- tains of Central America Doing Well on Small Means. It is no small commendation to man- age a little well. He is a good wagoner Mmmhsflfihm—m ~ | you have overestimated my influence “I have bunted— | A|Good evening, Mr. Atterbury,” from a | they also made him feel abashed to mockery. However, he knew the duty of a newspaper man; and perhaps be- cause of his humiliation he wrote the funniest of all the interviews that ID- peared. Harry received no letter from Laura | "' for several days. It had been planned ; that he was to meet her at the station | and take her to her aunt's. He was beginning to grow uneasy when he re-' ceived a letter with the Mew Yoll postmark ; “Dearest Harry,” she wrote, “I have e e | arrived in New York, and I thought I would give you a little surprise byelet- | ting you remain in ignorance until I bad actually come. You see, my dear, the train came in so late at night, | and, with your exacting duties, I couldn’t let you come and take me 80 ' far and miss your sleep. I was quite ' well cared for by the agent for the Travelers' society. “And now [ have a little surprise for you. My aunt is no less a person than Miss Cavendish, the famous authoress. What do you think of that?” Harry read the letter and sat still . a8 though stunned. Then he per- mantic pink scented envelope, lay be- side his papers. He opened it. It was from Miss Cavendish, “I cannot begin to tell you,” it ran, “how much I liked your delightful in- terview. But, Mr. Rogers, I am afraid | among working girls. Come and see me and let us have a nice unprofes- sional chat.” | With determination that did not falter he made his way to Miss Caven- | dish’s house that evening. What | agonies of spirit he endured during the ! | day only he knows. | He was shown into the same room as before. The room was empty, And while he stood there, desperately gath- ering together the few strands of cour- age that remained to him, the door opened and Miss Cavendish hobbled in with her crutch. She came up to him and held out both hands. “Now I know who Harry Rogers is,” she said, “he is doubly welcome.” And the little old lady kissed him on the heek. “Miss Cavendish,” he began, “that interview—I must tell you—I must ex- plain—" “My dear boy, it was simply splen- did,” the old lady answered. “It made me feel prouder of my work than I ought to feel. Not a word more, be- cause I am too old to blush, Harry.” 4 Grits, 10 pounds for ...., { Florida Syrup, per quart .. 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It Laura’s kisses comforted him, the lowest level of humiliation, “I read your beautiful interview, Harry,” she said. “And, do you know, it makes me think you will rise very high, when you can see so much Inw auntie’s writings. Many fine writers | have misunderstood her and her simple aims—but you didn't, dear. And I am | happier than I can tell.” And 1t was that unconfessed secret which he knew he must bear alone thenceforth that made Laura's prophecy cama trme, Trapped. They were quarreling. “Well, you | can't say I ran after you,” said the wife. “Neither does a mousetrap run after the mice, but it catches 'em just the same,” replied hubby. | ® Good Reasen to Be Pleased. Jones—"“What a puffball Burison's got to be since he bought that farm upstate! Why, every day the grinning nut comes to the office wearing a raw potato for a watch charm.” Smith —*“Yes; he explained about that po- tato to me. It was his share of last year's $rop."—Magazine of Fun. AMOS H. NORRIS, President. W. 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