Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 13, 1915, Page 2

e SN . HER PRESENCE ping, she peered helplessly door to door. Suddenly she stopped, then fol- lowed 2 man up the steps of a from Ppresence of a MARS AND CUPID MIX By HARMONY WHEELER. (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate.) When Capt. Cyril Blake was ordered with his regiment to the fromt, his chief regret was the fact that he must leave his birds and flowers in the care of strangers. The young officer had a hobby for rare songsters and still more rare flowers and had nurtured them most devotedly in his small but lovely domicile in the London suburb. His concern over their welfare was deep. He felt that only one who'loved birds and flowers could understand and care for them according to their sensitive demands. The advertisement he inserted in the papers was human and appealing and brought a quick response in the person of Marna Vance. She having bidden her sweetheart good-by when his regiment had gone forth to battle felt that she must do something to oc- cupy her mind and rid it of the horror of visualizing the scenes of the battle- ground. Captain Blake knew the moment he saw Marna's face light up at sight of his birds and flowers that they would be in perfect care during his absence. He went off to the front with a light HARRY'S INTERVIEW By ADELA GRACE CROWN. AWIGIN {brown stone bullding. His latchkey OF MIND;-dmkted him and she slipped in directly behind. Yes, there was the warm red carpet in the hall and the By ESTELLA BENSON | serpentine stairs winding up around . the wall, BT SRR I TS | Lo toom was dark and empty. “Grand Central station!” shouted Lucile had not returned. The bed the brakeman. “All out.” {invited her, and she groped across Miss Bartlett gripped her handdag to it. with sudden thought of the light-i It was a grief-stricken face that fingered gentry of New York. irested against the pillow, aged by “Aunt Lucy! Aunt Lucy! You many years since its round be- darling Aunt Lucy!" Warm, soft|neficence of the morning. The phys- young arms drew her out of the ical comfort soothed her as a moth- stream of men and women laden with [er's arms a tired child, and impedimenta of travel. “I knew |shadowy room filled with vague, in- you'd come when I wrote how much | distinct forms that came and went 1 wanted you to see my picture while|and floated off into the darkness. it's on exhibition. There's always Suddenly she was awake, wide some one standing around it. I'm 80{eyed, conscious that she was no silly over it I must have the dearest ' longer alone. Eagerly she raised her- aunt in the world see just how it self on her elbow. The light from the looks in such grand company.” ’nmt sent a long, bright ray across For a hurried instant the be-!|the room and her near-sighted eyes wildered little lady felt the pulse- ' made out a form in front of the dress- beat of the mighty city. (ing table. There was a scramble in and out _“Lu—" the word was_checked. between street cars, bairbreadth es- The form had moved. It was a man! capes from gigantic horses in fromt| Limp, nerveless, she dropped back of towering loads, dashes from be- [OD her pillow. The fear that haunted neath hissing, darting lutomobuu.!h“ by day, the trembling terror of and, presto, the swarming multitude | her waking hours at night, had taken dropped away and the deafening : shape. clamor was hushed. She was in a| She was alone in the sleepy street on Brooklyn Helghts, | burglar. 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 suitcas The status of declared lovers was a 8he Leaned Breathlessly 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.” “lI have nothing to tell,” plied, indifferently, Miss Bartlett's shocked back to her from the mirror. “Don’t look like that, Aunt Lucy. Don't, don't! He's all right, I fancy, only I don't see him any more.” “Don’t see Ben any more.” “No; we have learned how utterly unlike we are. All he cares for is 8 law book, and I must have my art. It's my life, Aunt Lucy, my very life, 1 must have liberty.” “Liberty ?" “Yes, liberty to live my own life.” She 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; 1 wanted you as I did when I was Jittle and things went wrong. It's 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 miece and she was gone. Trivialities occuple® her at first; that money she brought for the trousseau. There was the danger of burglars—and the old home. She meant Lucile and Ben to Bave it when she had used it her allotted time. Where were the bables she was to tend, the boys and girls that were to romp under the blg elms? Were they always to be dream children? Dully her eyes followed the wall paper up and down. Its she re- In her fright and horror she lay, heart. Marna took possession of his following In a maze the man's smooth | lome and his old housekeeper re- dexterity as he handled the objects joiced in the presence of a mistress. ’ on the dresing table. An uncommunicative male person was % t times trying as a master. The man moved from the dressing o f 4 b table; a door creaked. She looked up Weeks wore away and on the bat: tlefield only one of the many deeds to see his square shoulders disappear- A ing into the closet. of valor was the going out under fire of Private Young of the Bucks Light Her blood leaped and coursed infantry to save a wounded officer who through her velns. ~Her fears dropped had fallen. Young, though shot through from her. She was no longer a tright- the shoulder himself, carried Captain ened, helpless little woman. She Blake back to safety. They were both slipped from the bed; her noiseless d b feet skimmed the floor. Just before almost across the great border, but she reached the closet they caught in awakened to recover in the base hos- (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) It is not often that a young fellow, after serving an apprenticeship of two years on a newspaper, is in a position to marry. So Harry Rogers accounted himself a particularly fortunate young man, Laura, to whom he had said good-by in the little home town when he start- ed for the metropolis to make his for- tune, had remained true to him. He bad been home three times on vaca- tion, and each time their love had 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 2gain. Symonds, the city editor, called Harry over to his desk. “We're going to publish a series of funny interviews, and I want you to bandle 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- lifting power among those who read her twaddle, Think you can do a mock- serious interview to raise a laugh?” “I think so,” said Harry. At eight o'clock that evening he was being shown into Miss Cavendish’s house. The elderly lady who awaited him at the table apologized for mot rising, and the crutch beside her chair explained her reason. Harry wae con- | sclous of an impression distinctly | pleasing. He felt a little l’egremllv about his mission. Still, a newspaper | man is bound in strictest loyalty to[ his newspaper. | AMBERLIN By DONALD CH. In the spring of 1911 1 joined the Eu ropean invasion of American tonvi-ts and made Germany ground. Before leaving to Washington for a though at the time there wi prospect of using one. | preferved @ be provided. The document descri me as Edward Bojer five feet efxbt incl and complexion In Berlin 1 « ted typhoid tever and when | recovered my hait folion leaving my skall as polished as o of fvory On the 28th of Juiy the bam!t European war exploded ail | wi monished that if | w:u of the war zone and bavk home | mus bestir myself. 1 had not ver r ered my strength, but | wus America on the 18th of August uud resolved to start at ouce. The first thing needed was a wie. | sallled forth to get one, Laving jusi an hour before the train on whih ) was to leave would start This wave me about twenty minutes to proc-ure a hair head covering. | found a piace where such things were sold, Lut un fortunately the only wig they hai that would fit my head was of un auburn hue. There was o other plict to procure one within a dozen blocks 1 looked at my watch and saw that | had just ten minutes to get the train I paid for the auburn wig, clapped it on my head and started for the st tion. 1 was on the lust passenger train to leave Berlin. The war was brand new not b & & i i 2 & rug. She stumbled; her stretched hand hit the door. 8wung to with a bang. Instantly she was up, her fingers grasping the key. She turned it and leaned breathless but triumphant against the panel, There was a moment of quiet. Neither she nor the burglar moved. Then the knob of the door was turned 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 of the knob behind stiffened her to life. She started to run. The floor rose to meet her, but she kept on till she reached the hall, “Murder! Murder!” per came to her lips. “Murder! Murder!” A thin, quaver. ing falsetto. “What is it, madam? What is it?" exclaimed a big man, struggling with & collar button at the back of his neck. “A man” gasped Miss Bartlett, “a man—" “A man, madam, a man?” “Yes, yes; a burglar. He went the closet. I locked him in." “Why? What the devil?” exclalmed the big man, when he opened the closet. “No, Johnson, pellation, “What in thunder, Atterbury, are out Only a whis- into 1 deny the tender ap- closet?” “Well, Sammy, that's something I ish you would explain.” “Ben! O Ben!" Miss Bartlett pushed to the center of the group 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 here?" “l came to see Luclle. Where's the burglar?” she demanded peering around into the closet, “There lsn't any burglar that know of. Who locked me in there?” “Why, I did. I thought—I thought you were a burglar.” “But I don't understand. How did you come here in my room?” “Your room? Lucile said it was my room.” “Seems to me things are a little mixed. Luclle lives two blocks from here.” Miss Bartlett's bewlildered eyes | wandered from one to t |the three gentlemen. is," she said at last. the wrong house. old woman.” Supported on Ben's strong arm, the | street lamps blinked merrily at her through the whirling flakes, and the lw “I've got imto I'm just a stupld wind pital in Paris. Captain Blake, realizing that he owed his life to Private Young, offered him all that he had to offer for the time, and that was a lasting friend- ship. Young also received the Victoria Cross a short time later. ‘When they could be moved from the hospital Blake insisted that Young go with him to the suburban cottage to recuperate. The little English nurse who was ministering angel to some twenty wounded men and who had adminis- tered to them during eight weeks with out a full night's rest, took charge of them even to the moment when they were put on the hospital ship and transferred to England. She too, was in need of rest. A great wave of guilty joy swept over Private Young when he knew that Blake had asked the little nurse to continue her good work and stay with them until the last bandage was re- | moved. | Marna stifled a cry when she caught sight of the two once stalwart men be- ing tenderly helped from the big limousine in front of the cottage. She saw quickly that other hands than those of the little nurse were required ‘ to get both into the house and she went swiftly forward. “Marna!” “Davie!"” Those were the only words Captain Blake and the little nurse heard, but they told their tale. A pang shot face came | you doing locked up in your own| !hTough the heart of the nurse, and she turned her eyes quickly away from the sight of Private Young and the girl he had left behind him. \ Captain Blake smothered an excla- mation, whether of pure amazement or newborn jealousy he did not know. Blake, because he was on a quicker road to recovery than Young, found himself constantly thrown into Mar- na's society. i And Young, feeling more of a cad than Blake, knew himself to be in love with the little nurse who gave him such tender care. | Things reached a climax on the day | that Marna slipped from the perch upon which she was standing in order | to feed one of the birds. Fortunately ' Blake was standing close beside her, | and save for his swift movement | Marna would have had a bad fall. He | caught her in his arms and Marna, looking swiftly into his face, saw him | turn pale. Her own eyes hid them- selves with sudden shyness, and when | she erected herself and tried to thank , him her voice refused to act without a telltale tremor in it. She slipped quickly away, leaving ! Captain Blake glowing with the knowl- edge that Marna loved him. The girl, with heightened color, ! went straight to David Young. ! “Davie,” she said softly and with a It was evident that Miss Clyandllhi to me, but not to the Germans. who were forit. Two things espe fook b easls veey stcinaaly indesd i | AL STERIRL 0 L e e becoming confidential, in her simple | heard of them—the Germans' spy ;‘20:"‘"; ;:::’:'h:’z; :::;;P: ::“:::' system and their methods of detecting " 0 their enemy’s spies. forthcoming work. “Cynthia's Happy 1 was brought to my senses by see Choice.” G ficer come through the It was only after he reached the | "8 German officer e street that Harry realized he must | :;‘ ’: ;:::fl-,“,:‘:g r‘;a(,:si?r‘;:( nlnl:]m:n:?lml? turn this hospitable kindness into ready when the man reached me. He cause of his humiliation he wrote the | :::‘:;::‘x ::’m::: l:“g{nem;, %?:in::: :::l;le;u.t of all the interviews that lp-: He sald wmelhlll’fl to “; ,ndq,,r',lu,“f N e e 1 e o et | o bt e et 5 e that he was to meet her m: the station ::'m:::" (;:“:‘:fii then vSLe way :::Int:ll:)g l::rg::wh::xe::;l:her:e'l:} An American gentleman who under stood German announced to me the un fiz:i:.& letter with the New York‘v plefls:n: |n“mruul1‘|rlu'u r:h:‘nl ht;tle h:::!l PR g g Rk o ¥ e vl e | would give you a mu'e surprise byelet- | 4 are e o0 beloaged it onn hf"ml ting you remain in ignorance until 1| * French name and that it described e 50 The worst Kinds of unhappiness, as well as the come from our conduct to each other. 11 our conduct, therefore, were under the control of kindness, it would be nearly the opposite of what it is, and almost reversed part unhappy, because the world is an unkind world unkind for the lack of kindness in us { units who compose it.—Frederick Wil- liam Faber. had actually come. You see, my dear, ' black hexrded man, while I was a red the train came in so late at night, and, with your exacting duties, I couldn’t let you come and take me so 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 as though stunned. Then he per- ceived that another missive, with a ro- 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 you have overestimated my influence 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 Lelore. 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 cheek. “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- beaded man. Never had there been a more barefaced attempt to carry infor- mation out of Germany for the use of | an enemy, Here was a pretty pass. In wmy bar ry to get away | had forgotten my | passport, or, rather, | had thus tar not | been_required_ to show it ang it bad | not occurred to me that the @ocument | would be now required. | When we reached a city—I didn't ' know what city—1 was taken from the traln and conducted to the beadquar ters of an ofticer whe. I judged by the respect pald him, was of high rank. He received we with a lowering brow, read the description in my pass- port and. looking at my wig, said what by his expression 1 judged to mean, “Take him out and shoot bim." | B The soldlers ndvanced to take me. In a At of desperation | selzed my red wig and. throwing it on the foor, trampled on it and cried out, “I am oot a red headed man; I am an Amer- lean citizen.” There must have ridiculons in the act. for the officer | burst into a laugh Then apn inter. preter was called, who translated my | Story. As soon as it was understood | £ that | was un American and the pn-.? port belonged to me 1 was set at ubi 3 erty, with an apology. Realizing that | my train bad goue on, | asked for a permit to travel on a troop traln, and | = one was given me. 1 could not endure to travel without my wig. so I retained it During wy | Journey through Belgium 1 tell 1n with | © & Frenchman with a req bead. As| soon as we passed into France he Rave | & me his passport, which he no longer | needed. Having had so much trouble with my own passport, | decided that possibly 1 might have use for the oth. er, so 1 accepted ft. While working my way south toward by win been something Paris I was set qu Motion pictures of insects in flight show that they rezulate their spzad rapidity of their motion, Armour Star Hams Uncanbassed at Cents This Week Only E. 6. 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A damp, chill air met her at the outer door. The unaccustomed Streets oppressed her with their nar- rowness. She hurried to escape the persisient nearness of the crowding houses. From the gray gloom of the sky & loitering snowflake floated down. Thicker and faster, borne by a rls- ing wind, came a blinding flurry. A sudden gust nearly took her from ber feet. She staggered and caught At an iron railing. A passerby heard groan, hesitated, but after a glance at the high-bred face of the well-dressed little lady, went on. A puzzling similarity of the corners oonfronted her; rows on rows of houses presented an unbroken front. Distracted, she crossed and recrossed Streets till lights began to prick out thre the whirl of flakes. Weary and faint almost to the point of drop- Workman's Asset. A workman o * to himee's and hie family to take car> of himseif. His labor is his only asset in business. each other as sweethearts, do we? 1 think,” she added with dainty banter, | “that you are secretly pining for—" | “Marna—you’re a darling'" David l said swiftly and put his good arm | about her. He was Kkissing her on | either blushing cheek when (‘aptnln| Blake and the nurse stood in the door- H way. Consternation reigned for a moment when David and Marna looked smil- ingly at the two in the door. “We are just breaking our engage- ment,” they said in duet. “Capital!” said Blake, and the little nurse blushed. | | whipped in her face, was but a gloo-' jrul winter gale, | { “Do come in, Ben; do come in,” | |she urged at the door. “Don't leave | |me till I find out whether Lucile 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 ithe hall above. Flying feet, floating draperfes, a vicion of disheveled {golden hair, and she was selzed in & |warm embrace. “I have bunted— | Good evening, Mr, Atterbury,” from a remote distance, ! | “Lucile” said Miss '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 1t. I want to get off these (things. They are inch-deep in smow. | Take him into the parior. TI'll bde back in a minute. I have some busi- Ness I want to consult him about” ehe called back half way up the Elairs Bartlett, sol- Mother Cleaned Up. ! “Willie Tompkins, how does it hap- pen that you are late at school this morning?" | “It wasn't my fault, ma'am.” ! “Don't tell me a falsehood, sir!™ | “I'm not telling one. Pa made me stay home for an hour this morning ard kelp him bhunt for his safety razor.” ———— Never Time for Content. The men who do big things in the i World and lead the way 10 success for . 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She was too high to be struck | down by the poisoned arrow. | And while Harry stood in perplexity before her, an awful relief in his heart, Laura came in. And Miss Cavendish quietly went out of the room. It Laura’s kisses comforted him, they also made him feel abashed to 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 in auntie’s writings. Many fine writers have misunderstood her and her simple aims—but you didn't, dear. And I am bappier than I can tell.” And it was that unconfessed secret which he knew he must bear alone thenceforth that made Laura's | prophecy come true. | To Get All Juice From the Lemen. If you will try holding the lemons in Rot water & few miuutes before cut- ting, for making lemonade, toey will Field double the juice they would oth- erwise. | i No Cause for Tears. “We have never had a president oamed Charlie.” remarks the Toledo Blade. 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