Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 18, 1915, Page 6

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FOUTS, N. H. GOUCHER, 2nd V. P. & Gen, Mgr. Supt. Transportation, Boca Grande, Fla. Arcadia, Fla. C. B. MoCALL, G.F.& Pam.Ast., Boca Grande, Fla. 'SPECIAL SALE For THIRTY DAYS we will Make a Special Sale on the New_Improved White Rotary Sewing Machine Thirty Dollars Cash Just one-half the usual price Takes one of them Don’t let this opportunity pass without supplying your needs. The quantity is limited. Come at once. When they are gone we can’t duplicate the order. We need THE CASH. You need the Mzschine. Our interests are mutual. Come let us Serve you. WILSON HARDWARE CO. (Copyright.) Barry Malone lifted his eyes from | the carpet and stared at the tousled head of the boy reading the newspa- per. “Did I hear you right, Denny?” he asked. “Did you say Nora Reagan?”’ “Yes” “What's his name?” “You'd never guess.” “Tim?” he ventured. “No.” “Your father's?” Again Nora shook her head. “’Twas Tim that named him.” “What, Noreen?" “Barry,” she answered, beaming in- to his face. A strange light came into Malone's eyes, and his big hands opened and closed over his hat. “Yes,” she continued; “T left it to Tim. The priest was for wanting the : | GHOST HEETS GHOST By MOLLY McMASTER. (Copyright, 1915, per Syndicate.) Doreen sighed heavily as she walked away from the little Long Island home on which she had so set her heart. It had been taken by 2 couple from the city not two hours before. The lease was signed. The Denny scanned the column and name of a saint, but Tim would have | _.," ... .cent had shown it to found the paragraph. | none of them. ‘I'm going to call him Doreen the while he lamented her “Yes,” he answered. “Mrs. Nora after my comrade-lad, he sald. ‘My keen disappointment. Reagan, East Thirty-fourth street.” Malone pressed the hot ashes in his clay pipe and rubbed the bowl medi- tatively with the palm of his big hand. comradelad that saved my life in Rosslare Harbor.' “‘Who is that? asked the priest. “The finest lad ever made,’ answered | “Never mind,” he added, trying to mitigate her loss. “Fir Vale is haunt- ed by fearful specters that wail about among these fir trees and perpetrate “Read 1t again, 1ad,” he urged soft- | Tim. ‘My friend and comrade—BaITY | .y ()y (ricks on the minds of the 1y, as his gaze returned to the flowered pattern of the carpet. The boy read it with the intonation of a child reciting a memorized lesson at school. “A young widow. Has child for adoption. Unable to support. Baby eighteen months old. Irish blue eyes. Weighs twenty pounds.” Denny laid the paper in his lap and looked at the big man sitting on the horsehide chair. “WIill you tear that out and give it to me, Denny?” the man asked. The boy complied with his request. Crossing the room, he picked up his hat and opened the door. “Where are you goin, Barry?” called Murphy senior from the kitchen. “For a bit of a walk, John,” Malone answered. Reaching the avenue, he turned down. By the light in a store win- dow he took out the ragged paper and studled the address. Replacing it in his pocket, he took up his walk, re- ' peating the number to himself. Half-way down the street he found the address, and searched the dimly lighted hallway for the name. Run- ning his eyes over the dirty mail- boxes, he found it. He pressed the button. A pause en- sued. There was no response. Again he rang and waited. After what seemed an interminable time the latch | clicked. Pushing his way in, he climbed the | stairs covered with oflcloth. On the second landing he backed into a cor- ner to let a much-perfumed woman On the floor above Nora Reagan stood iif the lighted doorway, a little red head pillowed against her shoul- der. Malone paused near the top and looked at her. The woman peered into his face. “Barry!” she cried. “Barry Ma- lone!” She staggered back into the room. ing?” “Its no dream, Noreen,” swered. “It's myself.” A bright flush crept up from her white throat over her face and lost it- self in the bronze hair. She had not heard that old name in ages. To her husband she had always been Nora. No one but her mother and Barry had ever called her Noreen, and that was years ago on the bogs round ‘Wexford. She reached out her disengaged hand to him. “Come in, Barry,” she said, “and bring your happiness with you. 'Tis & t you are to cure blind eyes. And it's a girl 1 am again to see you.” Malone stepped into the room and closed the door. Turning, he looked at the frail little figure radiating her joy, but showing the signs of a battle against odds. The face would always be beautiful. There was the milklike skin, and the charm of eyes and hair. The girls of Nora Reagan’s coloring were the glory of Ireland. Malone's eyes rested on the little red head pressed against her shoulder, and the wonder of & child- less man dreamed in their depths. He dropped into the chair she point- ed out to him. “Barry,” she cried, “it was my good angel that sent you tonight. There was & woman here just now that want- ed to take the baby.” Nora's voice fell to a horrified whisper: “And, Barry, there was paint on her cheeks. Think of it! Red paint! Malone remembered the woman he passed in the hall. “Yes,” he sald; way.” ! The woman shuddered and hugged the little bundle closer. Malone glanced up at the crayon on the wall. “When did Tim go?" he asked quietly. “Twelve months this morning Tues- day.” “I've been down in Panama,” he apologized—“working on the canal. 1 don’t know much about what's going on."” “He was killed in the expressman’s strike,” she explained. *“He used to speak of you very often, Barry, and he an- “I met her on the wonder where you were keeping your-| self.” “God never made a better man,” he murmured. “I esald that when you chose him.” “And he was always saying that of you, Barry,” she returned. The baby's chubby hands crept over the woman's breast: Whatever want Nora had seen, the child had not shared it. Malone watched the little fingers with a feeling akin to awe. “What's the babbine?” he asked. “A girl?™ Nora looked at him and shook her pretty head. A glad note sang in the | man’s voice “A boy?" he questioned, as though unable to believe it. ‘Landlord, Fill the Flowing Bowl!’ or 1 Won't Go Home Till Morning!' he absolutely insists on making good.” Alligators’ Eggs Edible. Alligators’ eggs are eaten in the West India islands and on the west “Is it yourself, or am I dréam- | , Malone.'” There are men in the world who will ! stand in the shadow of a great sorrow : firm of lip and dry-eyed. But let the | arrow of a beautiful happiness phm‘t | their hearts and the tears will gush up , ! from a living fountain. Barry Malone was one of them. “Will you let me hold him, No- reen?” he said, reaching out his arms. { Nora laid the baby in them. The | blue eyes turned up on him with all the wonder of unfathomable seas. He put his big finger into the little hand. The soft, petal-like slips closed over it with a clutch that seemed incredible. | The hot blood rushed into Malone's face and his whole body trembled. i | Nora bent over the pair like a dove above her young. Gently he pulled his finger from its vise and reached in his pocket for his handkerchief to blow . his nose. His fingers came in contact with the plece of paper, and he drew it out and passed it to the mother. l “"was that brought me here,” he 1d, as she glanced over it. i I'm boarding with a family by the name of Murphy,” he continued. “The Murphys of Dungarvan—up on Forty- seventh street—and I've come down ; to ask you it you'll be living with us. | | There’s ‘plenty of room, and little— little Barry”—the name was music to him now—“will be a great comfort to us all. Will you be coming, Noreen?” Nora looked at him, and her breast ' rose and fell with its joy. { “Now, Barry?” she asked. “Tonight, Noreen.” The woman glanced round at the furniture. “What will T do with this?” “We'll talk about that tomorrow,” he smiled. “It's of mo importance now.” i For a second she hesitated and then disappeared in an inner room. When she returned she wore her hat and car- ried a small bundle. “All ready?” he asked. “Yes.” | “Then ‘faugh a ballah!"” he cried, jumping to his feet. { The woman gave a little, frightened scream and clutched the baby. | Malone laughed. | “He's snug as & bug in & rug, reen—don't be afeard.” | Nora put out the light while Barry waited in the hall with the baby. | “"Tig like the old days, Barry!" she ' cried as she joined him. “Only there was! y little lad on your shoulders ! ther.” “Wasn't there, though?” he smiled as he paused on the second step. “Are you for forgetting Sheamus!” | “My brother!” she cried. ! “Yes,” he answered;: “but there was one thing I was having in the old days that I'm not having now.” “What was that, Barry?" | “A kiss, alanna.” ! The woman leaned over the railing and her mouth touched the laughing ! lips upturned above the little red' head. ACTION OF TRIGGER FINGER In Its Operation Writer Points Out' How Much It Resembles a Pocket Kaife. i S “The peculiar action of a trigger , finger resembles that seen when & | pocket knife s opened or shut,” writes , Dr. Adoniram B, Judson, in reporting { such a case to the Lancet. “Movement is smooth till a square shoulder at | the near end of the blade presents an obstacle which retards motion till a certaln point is reached, which mo- tion {s accelerated with a jerk. | “A counterpart of this obstacle may be found perhaps in a node on an ar- ticular surface, where it would cause | the halting action of a trigger finger. In the construction of a knife, how- ever, an important feature is present which is absent from the anatomy i of the hand, and that is the strong steel spring concealed in the handle of the knife. It produces positive pres- sure between the surfaces composing the metallic joint. If the spring were | absent, or if its place were taken by & ‘iutrln of some inert substance like ! cork, there would be no jerk, and shut- ting and opening the knife would be perfectly smooth. “While there is nothing very- close- ly resembling a steel spring in the hand or forearm, still we may find in muscular action a force which draws the surfaces together and creates a pressure comparable with that pro- duced by the steel spring.” No-| | In the Wake. “I follow the medical profession,” re- marked the newcomer proudly. “Surgeon?” we asked politely, just to make conversation. ! “Undertaker,” he replied senten- tiously, though gravely. At that, vo| considered the rejoinder a bit cryptic | | and shrouded in gloom.—Philadelphia l Public Ledger. Ingenious Youngster, Mttle boy came near getting & spanking for answering his father a pert way, but escaped by saying, you were a small boy, ded, 't you ever get excited and say wrong thing?”’ i floated about, , burned with sinister glow. tenants.” “But did you not warn this couple?” acked Dorecn, with a shade of hope in her cyes, because she was not afraid of ghosts. “Oh, yes, certainiy I did, but they rather fancied the idea of seeing a real, live ghost. They said city peo- ple seldom got a chance at anything 80 exciting.” Doreen sniffed at the cold-blooded lack of imagination and walked slow- Iy back to her own cottage that lay back to back with Fir Vale and did not face the bive water of the sound. She did not know that a second ap- plicaut for Fir Vale entered the real estate olfice even before her footsteps | had died away in the distance A young man more keenly disap- pointed than Doreen left the agent | | after having been shown the lease signed by the fortunzte couple from the city. “They won't consider themselves lucky by the time I have become a ghost and haunted them into ghostly fears of insanity and longings for specterless city flats,” muttered Jimmy Barker as he made his frustrated way back to his own abode. Jimmy boarded in a sort of farm- house and woe sick of boarding. He wanted Fir Vaole and he wanted it badly. It was th ¢ cottage in all his daye that mad 1my Barker plan hideous tricks. Tha new couple had scarcely settled in Fir V¢ specter of imag- ination 1 n to wail about the fir- shadowed prope=ty. A restless spirit fleeiny from its own Tt s o the ghos=t that ‘ore had a harmless bit of n so charged with nerve- fright. never Her diaphanous white robes, for it was a female ghost, seemed ever to be clutched by unseen hands. Twigs underneath her feet snapped, and from time to time a cone dropped from the branches over- head and dragged a swiftly stified scream from the ghost's lips. Doreen wished she pcssessed greater courage for her ghostly maneuvers for the suc- cess of her purpose. She was drawinz a deep breath preparatory to making a brave ef- fort at haunting, when a grue- some and frightful snecter had loomed up at her very elbow and the lurid blue lght in its wavine hand Doreen, after her one glance, swayed and knew no more untfl she felt herself held firmly in museular armis and heard the laborious breathing of a human being. She stirred and tried to peer through the thictness of her veils, but all she saw was more white veils. “You are not a ghost, then?" ghe questioned when she felt reasonab!v cenfident of an answer in the neza- tive. “Great Scott—you gave mo an awful fright,” Jimmy Parker mopped his brow with a portion of his ghostly rainent, “What in the devce are you doing prowling about in this dark garden?” he questioned, wighing he coud get a look at her face. “If you want to know the truth," she told him with a soft laugh that Jimmy found most charming, “I am simply trying to haunt these people out of that new home. I want it so badly that I am going to wait about this property until they get out for fear of losing their minds.” Jimmy laughed and drew a trifle nearer the other ghost. “Two haunts would certainly move them quicker than one—don't you think so? Now, I have come here with the same evil intentions as your- self, 80 the best we can do is to join forces and do our haunting together.” Doreen certainly wanted the pres- ence of a strong, muscular man. He would never see her face to face, and they wou'd always be strangers, so why hesitate? Night after night they performed their most ghostly tricks, but the couple within maintained a comfort- able, unimaginative sense of security. “It is very strange” Jimmy was saying on one of the trips to a fallen tree that nightly became more pro- longed while haunting was forgotten. “1 seem to be im love with you, but at the same timo,” he paused a mo- ment hesitating to continue, “I am desperately interested .in a girl I have met in the world of society. Do vou happen te know her—Doreen Woodward? [ cannot tell her I love her because you always come in be- tween us—I think I am losing mv mind over the two of you' “And ! have met one Jimmv Barker at dances and on the beach and in so- clety,” laughed the girl softly. - wonder if you happen to know him?™ “Doreen—darling : “Jimmy—dear * The veils of the ghosts w first time swept aside. et — Acquiring an Education. Nobody ever drifted into an educa- tion. Consclous effort to direct one's reading and thinking into the best channels is an absolute requisite, | Choice must be made of books, friends and of pleasures. One cn;n: read trash and think literature. Amos R. Wells. o ——— Sout sime Bt St . o Mvame ‘outh comes but once in Mlm.ldun-)wn.-wh :l:l.voluvhwemqu__w‘ | ber of | are more than by the McClure Newspa- | saidy and § o Rxpert, r thousand ( ken by :r.nl:nklnd. while the num- | handle by which it may easily spol dialects exceeds this. There ried. Practical, perhaps, by et Xty vocabularies In | gether unnecessary! 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