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

THE BORNEO APPLE By ESTHER DEANE WALWORTH. “I hope you're all satisfled,” spoke Uncle Ben Lewis, otherwise “Sailor Ben,” and he beamed on his sister’s grown up family benignantly. “Oh, brother Ben, you've simply <done too much for us!™ declared Mrs. ‘Waters, his sister, effusively. “You surely know how to scatter sunshine.” “It does my old heart good to hear you say so,” declared Uncle Ben. The room was a babel of confusion and excitement. After his fortieth or fiftieth voyage, “circumnavigatin’ the globe,” as he termed it, the bluft old salt had come to his home town to make a permanent port of it. - In the center of the room was a big ‘wooden chest that had weathered both storm and shipwreck on many a dis- tant main. It was nearly empty now, for the good-hearted old mariner had been distributing the presents he had brought from far away olimes. There were genuine cashmere shawls, Russian sable furs, a string of pearls, toys for the children. Hor- tense, the young lady of the Waters family, was admiring in the mirror a Jeweled breastpin that Ben bluntly admitted had cost him two thousand dollars. “And, Jane,” spoke Ben to his sis- ter, “where is the little girl you adopted?” “Oh, Mary?” replied Mrs. Waters. “She isn’'t a little girl any longer. Call her, Hortense.” To the kitchen the haughty daugh- ter of the house proceeded. Her face wore a frown. In the first place she was intensely selfish—and did not see “what Uncle Ben wanted to lavish gifts or *t* ager for.” Next, with- in her st rankled resentment against Mary Edgerton, because Dale Owens, the best looking young man in the village, had lately shown a preference for the company of the dainty little Mary as against her own. Ungraciously she, arrayed in parlor attire, apprized the modest household drudge in gingham that she ‘“was wanted by Mr. Lewis.” All smiles, and genuine ones, Mary hastened from her work. Then she stood, flushed and embarrassed, in- 11/ /) / Ly | T i \\l\\[\mm “Do You Know What That ls?” side the parlor. Uncle Ben's grizzled face brightened. He kissed her on both cheeks and stroked her hair fondly. “Mary has been my faithful corre- spondent, Sister Jane,” he said. “The Test of you haven't written me much, but every month there was a page or two from this faithful little friend. I've not forgotten you, Mary,” he went on, diving into his chest. “Do you know what that is?” and he produced an oblong rough-appearing object. Mary shook her head in doubt and wonder. Then a whiff of spice crossed her senses. “Its a Borneo apple,” explained Uncle Ben, “and there isn't a spice that grows there that isn't stuck into it. 1 hope you'll keep it for my sake. Hang it up in your room and it will keep strong just as it is for years.” “Oh, Mr. Lewis, how kind of you to remember me!” burst out Mary spon- taneously, and she kissed his bronzed cheek in real appreciation of his thoughtfulness. Neither she nor the others noted how closely the old sallor walched her, to sce how she took the award of a simple gift, con- trasting strangely with the rich pres- ents ttered among the others. “She’s true gold, sister!” said Uncle Ben to Mrs. Waters a little later. “She has well paid her wa; swered the latter appreciatively. * gometimes ie myself for letting her ! 1 of household toil, 3 she loves it. 1 really pare me. She loves , T think.” n't forget her when I come to e my will. She deserves some- thing for her kindness to you.” Poor Uncle Ben! Planning fondly how he would become the lord,bounti- ful te a whole community, he who had braved unknown salty depths, stum- bled and fell 2long a little stream the next day, was stunned and found drowned in two feet of fresh water. His fortune went to his sister. Thereupon Hortense took to herself Sha losked higher than for a lover no an- r the burd Valuable Soot, When the chimneys of the royal mint at Berlin are cleaned about one thousand dollars worth of gold is tak- sn from the soot. First Gold Found in California. The first discovery of gold in Cali- fornia was made in 1848 by James Marshall, who happened to pick up a glittering nugget in the bed of a stream. Since that time the state has yielded more than one and one-half bil- lion dollars in gold. Marshall died a poor man. p | start for the one and a new home | “You can have young Owens,” she scornfully told Mary, and gentle Mary, | not resenting the taunt implied, only smiled sweetly and sald to herself: | “I've got him—he told me so only last night, dear, brave, loyal Dale!” The inherited fortune did mot turn out so grand as was expected. Hor tense, however, set about living up ' what there was. She influenced the rest of the family with a high hand. She married a high fiyer of fashion with more pretense than cash. Her mother gave them a fine new house. Within a year it was mortgaged for half what it was worth. Things did not go very well with Mary and Dale. They had married about a year after Hortense had gone into her own home. Mrs. Waters had died and there was a general break- ing up of the family. Mary and Dale began their new life in & modest way. Bright employment prospects for Dale had been suddenly blighted by the failure of the firm with which he had taken service. Always was the cherished Borneo | apple hung from a hook in the wall in the dining room. It continued to diffuse its rare spiciness. Just as last- ing was Mary’s memory of the kind old wanderer who had truly loved her. There were harsh, pinching times, but Mary was brave and Dale reliant. He laughed one night as they sat down to supper and he noticed a new addition to the family, a maltese cat. “Have to take in all the blind, crip- | pled and homeless, eh, little woman?" “Oh, I will eat a little less,” smiled Mary sweely. “Oh, dear!” “The cat is going to have a fit!” shouted Dale in some concern, spring- ing from his seat. In true feline style their new guest whirled about the room. Mary jumped to a chair in dismay as it upset a vase of flowers. Dale captured the | animal and put it out of doors after it had climbed the walls half a dozen times. He came back to the dining room to find Mary in tears over the wreck of the cherished Borneo apple. The maltese had torn it loose and theh dry pulpy mass had parted in 8. ! “And 1 treasured it so!” sobbed gen- i tle Mary. “Look here, see what was inside—a little porcelain box,” spoke Dale, pick- ing it up. “And look here!” he shout- | ed, as he opened it. Mary almost screamed with sur | prise. From a silky resting place | there looked up at them a dozen bril | liant gems. “Dear Uncle Ben!" murmured Mary. “Wise Uncle Ben,” supplemented | Dale. “He counted on your years of | patience and provided a due reward.” When Hortense moved from the | mortgaged home, Dale and Mary moved in. That Borneo apple had supplied | the means to make a new business | | lite for both. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) AMPLY PROVED THEIR SKILL| According to This Story, Russian Workers In Metal Had Marvel- ous Abllity. The Russian peasants, of course, are | neither scientists nor technologists; but even they think that they can do & few things—and especlally work metals—as skillfully as anybody. A century or two ago, according to folk tale current in Russia, the gossudar (the czar) called together a dozen or more peasants who had a reputa- tion for skill in the working of met- als, and exhibited to them a steel flea, of natural size, which had been ' “made in Germany,” and had been sent to him, partly as a gift and part- | ily to show the delicacy of the Ger- | | man smiths’ work. The gossudar hand- | ied it to the peasants on a plate and | sald: “Look at that! You think that you can work metals; but I don’t believe there'’s one of you can duplicate that | steel flea.” The peasants said, “Perhaps not, | batushka (Little Father); but if you will let us take the flea home, we will see what we can do.” The czar consented, and they re- tired. A day or two later they reap- peared, and with low waist bows pre- sented to their monarch on a plate the same German flea, but without the ex- pected duplicate. “Ah!" said the czar. “You couldn’t make another. I knew you couldn't!™ “Will your majesty deign to look at the flea through a magnifying glass?” replied the peasants. A glass was brought, and upon close inspection it was found that the Rus- sian metal workers had shod the Ger- man flea with steel shoes.—George Kennan in the Outlook. ——— New Stars. Some of the phenomena presented by so-called “new stars” at a late £tage in their history have been re- | cently investigated. It was generally | thought that these stars, in their last stages, presented a nebular spectrum, but in 1907 Hartmann directed atten- I tion to the case of Nova Persei (1901), | the spectrum of which, in its later 1208, no longer presented the chief bular lines. It is interesting to de- | termine whether &1l novae behave in | this manner. As the result of a num- [ ber of obscrvations it is suggested | that this is indeed the case, a close | correspondence being pointed out be- {ween the stars called Wolf-Rayet ‘si'us and temporary stars in the later stages of their history. The hypothesis that the phenomenon of a temporary i star is due to a star entering a nebula is deserving of some attention, since with the emergence of the chief neb- ula lines is coincldent with the emer gence of the stars from the nebula.—- Scientific American. Weaving Called Old Art. Weaving is believed to be an older art than spinning. Rude looms are | pletured on the tombs of Thebes, and { it is believed that the ten curtains of fine linen, blue and purple and scarlet, with cherubim of “cunning work,” made for the tabernacle, were tapes- tries, the work of the loom. —_— i Sometimes Vary Cunversation. } It is a mistake for men ‘o imagine Wwomen are always talking abuut their dresses. Sometimes they are talking about their hats. 1 LIVING IN A PLAY By EMMA LEE WALTON. (Copyright.) ¢ Her name was Miss Carberry, and she was young and pretty, in a quiet | sort of way. She came in two or three ' times every month from one of the suburbs to do her shopping, and she was the easiest person to wait on I ever saw. She wasn't a bit like these women who make you haul out everything in stock, and then walk snippily away, saying they guess they’ll get it some- where else; or, even when she didn’t want to buy, she was that kindly it was a pleasure to do things for her. 1 always like to remember her, when it seems some days as though women folks were pretty hard to deal with. She remarked to Minnie once that she was a stranger everywhere, having recently come from the South after traveling all over the world. It was all along of her being friends with our floorman, Mr. Winter, that we first no- ticed her. They'd met somewhere, and he was always sure to come and talk to her for a good half hour as soon as she appeared on the floor, whether she was buying waists or suits or a kimo- no. We all noticed it, of course, but | by and by we got so used to it we didn’t even smile to each other. Well, everything went all right until one day toward spring they quarreled. We didn’t know a thing about it until some one said she hadn’t been in for weeks, and then we took to watching. Along in April she came in, in a hurry, for a waist, and that tall Miss Ring waited on her. She wanted the walst charged, and wished to take it with her, so Miss Ring called Mr. Winter. Mr. Winter signed the check, Miss Carberry bowed freezingly and nldi “Thank you,” and he walked away, for | all the world as though she were a complete stranger to him It was llko’ one of the melodramas where the hero- ine freezes the hero with a look before | she knows he is “a man with a heart | of gold, though a rough exterior.” t Miss Ring said she nearly fell over, she was that surprised and taken back, | but of course she didn’t say a word to | Miss Carberry. After that we didn't| see her again for weeks, and were just ! ! beginning to wonder it Mr. Winter would ever get over it, when in she! came with the strange lady. The strange lady was quietly dressed, and seemed very nice, but I didn’t take to her a bit. We'd had an awfully hard day, anyway, and 1 was terribly sorry I didn’t happen to be off the floor when they came in. I'd got an awful calling down, too, because I lost a “Don’t-ticket” off one of the suits being fitted, and I just wanted to cry. But when they came in, and Mr. Sem- ple called me to wait on them, uhoul.l ing my name as though I were deaf, I had to go and be good. Miss Carberry and the stranger had met on the train, and seemed already | good friends, though Miss Carberry was usually so reserved They were both looking for blue suits, so I could | wait on them together, which made l!’ easier. I had shown about fifteen suits, when a customer came hurrying back from the elevator and grabbed my arm | Just as I was going into one of the - tle stock rooms. She had lost her purse, she said, and she was all broken up, for it had lots in it. We were all sorry for her, and helped hunt, the stranger being espe- cially nice about it. She spent so much time looking that she said she couldn’t stay any longer, as she had to telephone a friend at once. Then the | customer who had lost her purse got still more excited and I sent one of the stock boys after Mr. Daly, our de- tective, because I saw the lady sus- pected the stranger, who was leaving the department. When Mr. Daly came to me I told him all about it as fast as I could, and he stood a moment watching the stran- ger disappear. Something in her man- ner seemed to bother him, for he walked after her as quick as a flash. Miss Carberry was nervous and dis- tressed, but didn't realize at any time that the two quietlooking men stand- ing by the window were two other store detectives, who had been sum- moned by Mr. Daly, and had their eyes on her. They signed to me to go on showing goods; so I did, though my hands shook with excitement, and I ‘was terribly nervous over the wailing of the lady who lost the purse. We were getting nervous enough to scream, when the manager’s office boy came down to speak to the detectives, and they asked us if we would have any objection to going with them to one of the upper floors They picked | up an eleva that was empty ‘went up, sc 1 out of our When we standing b Huston's q was ery ftly into a chief. Miss Carberry a sheet, but the 1 pur-e wi im Mr. Huston had Mr. Daly tell us how he had followed the stranzer to a telephone booth, where he had seen her take a purse from her sleeve and pour the money and bilis nto her stocking, throwing the purse after- ward on the floor. He had followed her to the elevator then, and told the conductor to go up, though he was on his way down at the time When he finished his story, Mr. Huston asked the lady to describe her property as well as she could. She did easily describe the purse Pud lbe money ard Mr Histou ex and we | | ly who had tost 8§ real ¢ Daily Thought. In character, in maaners, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.—Longfellow Probably Missed It. Speaking of the old wild days i Scotland an aged dame, with her grand- children about her knee, said conzern- ing a leader of her clan who bad been beheaded following some trouble with the crown: “It was nae great thing o' a heid, tae be sure, but it wis a sad loss tae him.” | straightforward people, and anyhow— cused her and let her go, after taking her name and address. Then it came my turn to answer questions that came thick and fast, but I had to stay after he finished asking them. I was glad, because I wanted to hear the rest. I tried to put in a word for Miss Carberry, but only made matters worse for her, perbaps, though she looked at me gratefully out of her white face. When Mr. Huston cross-examined her, he was as kind as he had been to me, though it was plain to be scen that he was sure she was in the thing somehow. Her not knowing anybody * in Chicago looked pretty bad for her, and it was much worse that she had no one in Peoria she was willing to refer to. Mr. Huston kind of smiled crooked when she sald the man who had gone surety for her running an account in Meadows’ store had died the week be- fore. Things were beginning to be pretty dark for her when I thought of Mr. Winter. I was going to blurt his name right out when I remembered they had quarreled and she might even deny she knew him at all. T thought I knew him well enough, however, to feel sure he wouldn’t think of anything except that she was in trouble and needed him. So I asked Mr. Huston if I might phone to our de- partment. He looked surprised when Mr. Winter came in. { “We are conducting a private inves- tigation, Mr. Winter,” he said coldly. “Could your business wait a half hour?” “I beg pardon,” Mr. Winter said. 1 understod you wished me to come up here at once.” “I phoned for Mr. Winter, eagerly. “He can help Mi i you will let me tell him. I was astonished at my own bold- ness, but I knew Mr. Huston liked I had to. He smiled. “Go ahead,” he sald. It took a good many words to tell it all straight, and Mr. Winter's face was a study. He looked angry and hurt and puzzled, and then he burst out before 1 finished, as sudden as lightning. “Mr. Huston, Miss Carberry is as honest and straight as you are!” he cried sharply. “If she says she met this woman on the train, you may know it's as true as Gospel. I will stand responsible for her every act and thought. It's an outrage, by Jove, it 18! She’s as Innocent as—" Mr. Huston raised his hand and turned to Miss Carberry. “Do you know Mr. Winter?” asked severely. Miss Carberry hesitated. When he first came in she had looked very an- he | gry to think he had dared; but when she found how it was her face softened a little, and there was a funny little light in her eyes when he became so excited. “Yes,” she said softly. know Mr. Winter.” “If all this is true, Mr. Winter,” Mr. Huston said slowly, “how can you ex- plain her unwillingness to send for you before?” “I didn't send for him this time,” Miss Carberry protested gently. Pleage remember that.” Mr. Winter grew red and glanced at Miss Carberry, who leaned forward, listening with, parted lips and very pink cheeks. He hesitated a momcnt, but her eyes seemed to sort of smile, and he answered reluctantly: “Well, you see,” he stammered, “Mies Carberry and I've been friends for a long, long time, but a while ago we—well, we had a falling out, and she said she'd never speak to me again. So, you see—" Mr. Huston smiled. “I understand,” he said. *“It would take a hardened sinner not to believe your faith in her justified. Miss Car berry, I am sorry you have been incon- venienced, but I think you can see our position. I am sure, with Mr. Winter as such an earnest champlon, I cannot hold you longer, even as an accom- plice Only remember, it is safer not to make friends on the cars in the neighborhood of Chicago.” Miss Carberry smiled, but couldn’t speak. “Now, Daly,” Mr. Huston went on briskly, “I hand the real prisoner over to you. Find out whether it is her first offense and act accordingly. Madam, 1 would have been more inclined to let you go had you said the least word to help Miss Carberry out of the pickle you put her in. Remember that next time. You are excused, all of you.” At the doorway I looked back and caught a glimpse of Miss Carberry crying on Mr Winter's serge coat, and 1 forgot how tired and nervous and cross | had felt all the whole day long 1 felt for once as though | was living in a novel or a play “I used to Funny Tug of War. At a rogging camp in lower Missis- sippi one day a hog commenced squeal- | ing vigorous!v and when the foreman Investigated, he found that the porker | had been seized by an alligator and was being drawn into water He called for help and three men seized the hog and pulled. Then began a tug of war. The men would pull the hog and the alligator up the bank, and then the alligator would pull the hog and men ! back again. This merry game—for all but the hog—went on until a fourth man came running with an ax, and | with it he hit the alligator such a rap | on the head that it relaxed its grip, and the men saved the hog, or what was left of it Compassion. Hobo—TI've eaten nothing but snow- palls for three days Ladv—Pon= mant What wavld von aave done bad I* hecu sumrzer time? Protect the Swallows. | The swallows of Europe are about the only birds which are holding their own In numbers. The people love ! them and protect them as their an- cestors protected them back into and | probably through the days of savagery, for there is not much doubt that the | swallow shared the home of the cave | dweller. National Honor. That nation 1s worthless which does wt joyfully stake everything on her wnor.--Schiller. HER DREANS GAME TRUE By DONALD ALLEN. (Copyright, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Mrs. Matilda Fletcher was wash- ing windows, mopping the floors and doing a general cleaning up for the widow Perkins. Mrs. Fletcher was a married woman who went out by the day at a dollar a day. Mrs. Perkins lived on a small in- come, and so far as the people of the town of Mason had settled the mat- ter in their minds, she did mot in- tend to marry again. She had been asked time and time again by Mrs. Shoemaker, Mrs, Schofield, Mrs. Kirk | and others if she didn't feel it better to take a husband to build the fire in the morning. “If you were Mr. Perkins up in heaven and saw some other man building the fire and filling the tea- kettle for breakfast wouldn't you be mad about it?” she had made answer. After Mrs. Fletcher had stood on chair for an hour and washed win: my back for a few minutes?” “Why, of course not.” “Ever since that California earth quake I have felt a weakness in the It was the jar, I | suppose, though I did not wake up. % knees and back. Are you affected by earthquakes?” “Not in the least. The only thing that affects me is my dreams.” ! “You don't say? Do you have bad dreams?” “Sometimes, and sometimes very happy ones. You clean house for the Widower Jackson every Saturday, don't you?” “I do, and a nice man he i8.” i “Mrs. Fletcher, it I should tell you something could you keep it to your- self?” “You ought to know, Mrs. Perkins, | that T am no blabber.” | “Well, I have dreamed that Mr. Jackson rescued me from a ferocious bull, at the risk of his own life. I awoke calling him a brave man.” “Mrs. Perkins!” “Then 1 dreamed that Elder Bas- combe’s horse ran away, and was about to run over me when Mr. Jack- son caught him by the bridle.” | “Did I ever!” “And I was 8o weak in the knees' over my narrow escape that he had to put his arms around me for a few minutes.” “And he was saying that he loved you?” I “I think he was.” ; | “Good! Mrs, Perkins, you are a widow and Mr. Jackson is a widower. Fate is trying to bring you together” “It may be 80, was the aulet re- sponse. “Do you suppose Mr. Jack- son would be interested to know that I dreamed of him?” { “Surely he would. 1t is a great, compliment to a man to be dreamed | of by a woman.” i “You could manage it somehow to tell him that I had dreamed of him?" “I could. He is quite a man for mysteries.” “If you could manage {it, Mrs. Fletcher, and say that I have told no one but you, and be sure to remem- ber what he says.” “I can.” | “My cow is getting rather old, and my brother over in York is going to send me another, and 1 will give the old one to you." “May heaven bless you! I shall bring it about or die in the attempt.” Mrs. Fletcher swept and dusted and baked bread for the widower on Sat- urday, as usual, and after her day's work was done she hastened to the house of Mrs. Perkins. “I told him,” explained Mrs. Fletcher as she entered the house “I found out that he believed in dreams, and I went at it and told him |5 all that you bad told me.” “And what did he say?” “He heard me all through and then | £ says: ‘Mrs. Fletcher, there's much in dreams.’ ““There surely is, sir, says I. “‘It wouldn’t be 8o queer if I should dream about her.’ “‘Not so very queer, sir’ That's what he sald, Mrs. Perkins—the very words, and he sald them kindly.” “Very well, Mrs. Fletcher. Just as er wanted right bad. She wanted to | help out the widow, and she wanted | that cow. She knew it was an old cow, and that her milking days were over, and that the best thing about her was her flvswitcher, but it would be the first cow she ever owned. Mrs. Fletcher was born with a gift of gab and imagination, and she had related that dream with such unction and dramatic effect that it lifted the widower of his heels. At any rate he apreared at the Widow Perkins' house before midday “I thin m 1 wart ta b | garden rake—I think 1 do.” “Why, with the greatest pleasure,” | was the renly “And if I don’t want to borrow your garden rake I sure do want to | talk about dreams” “Oh, dear me! Did that foolish Mrs. Fletcher go and tell you about my dreams?” “She did, widow.” “Put you don't believe in them?" ‘ “Most firmly—most firmly.” | And Mr. Jackson proved that he did. i — Plump Wild Geese. t Seven wild geese caught on an il-‘ ! dn the Platie river Nebraska weighed 74 pounds —— Home, Sweet Mome. | One talking machine plus one me | Banical plano-player plus four Naw ajo Indians blanket rugs plus a pon trait of Whistler's mother plus two beer steins equals one reficed Ameri %2> home.—Life. ———— Dally Thought. 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