Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 29, 1915, Page 2

INANOTHER'S NAME l | By ROBERT DEWITT MARSTON. ' vision. His deeds had glorified him in | A beautiful young girl formed the tral figure in a cozy drawing-room e. She had sketching material on small stand in front of her, and the vident result of her own labor she studiously and thoughtfully sur , & pen and ink portrait. | Itwullu-ouhudut-hcml {bullt up from memory solely—a face of intelligence and charaeter real masculine beauty. Its pos- was no ordinary individual. lineaments showed strength, | brld.. The eyes were clear, almost tern, yet a kindly light showed in eir depths. Anita Warden had fancied she was mlone, but a mirthful mischievous face |was all unaware peering over her ;honlder. It was that of Mary Deane, er best girl friend, who had stolen fupon her solitude on tiptoe. d “At last?” she cried, balf interroga- ‘tively. Anita started and blushed, hid the portrait under a folder and faced her friend now with less of embarrass- ment than a species of sadness. “You know who it i8?” she inquired woftly. “Your hero, of course!” smiled the | sprightly Mary. ! “He is a hero, yes,” replied Anita' iserlously. “Tt is Clyde Merriel, a | ‘man, a stranger who has done for us ‘what money and friends and kin could mot do. Whan brother Egbert was | dost in the wilds of Alaska, we learned that Mr. Merriel had been over all that territory. We sought him out to | find him a careless, reckless Bohe- mian, a poet, writer and wanderer. He was In pawn—" “In pawn!” repeated the astonished Mary. . “Yes. It seemed to be a failing of his to care for the unfortunate. At the poor cheap rooms he called home ‘we found a crippled artist and two penniless newspaper men. Mr. Merriel had given them refuge. To pay rent and secure food for them he had gone to a money loaner who provided the needed cash, but insisted that the borrower remain a prisoner with him auntil he had turned out some travel sketches that were readily salable.” “An original character, surely!” com- mented Miss Deane. “He was grim, unresponsive when father offered him any amount pro- +vided he would undertake the search for Egbert. I feared he would refuse. ) " | L.‘l iy i Il gi_ She Was Studiously and Thoughtfully Surveying a Pen and Ink Portrait. 1 took both his hands in mine, plead- ing for his aid. I felt him tremble. Just once his eyes were lifted to mine, when I told him a lifetime of gratitude, yes, of love should be his. ‘Then, gallant as some courtier, he kissed my hand. It seemed to me that he wrung from me a sacred promise, and—I love him!” Miss Deane gently stroked the fair head of her companion in sympathy. “He has found Egbert,” went on Anita, “and he will be home tomor row. Oh, think of our joy! And in a month Mr. Merriel will return. He suffered some accident in reaching my brother and is in a hospital in Ore- gon. When he comes,” the voice of the speaker was thrilling—“how can we ever thank him!” ! "Fears were in her eyes, love in her heart. Her brother had written her of the grandly heroic efforts of his rescue. Clyde Merriel had faced the rigors of a two-hundred mile tramp through the lonely wilderness. He had been attacked by wild men and wild beasts. Famished, weak, nearly col- lapsed he had discovered young War- den in the hands of natives who, had cared for him. At the risk of his life ke had brought him out to the coast. T Egbert Warden came home two days later to receive & glad loving welcome. He had one constant theme —the sterling courage and devotion of Clyde Merriel. He told of the strangely silent yet resolute bravery of the stranger who had confronted fonumerable perils because—because of Anita! What else? Anita wrote to the invalid in the hospital. She could not wait to thank bhim in person. She could not but show her interest in the man as in ' of the under side, and also holds to | his heroic deeds. He responded by ¥ —— : Famous Connaught Rangers. The Connaught rangers were orig- father wrote, too, asking Clyde to come to them, offering him half his fortune for what he had done. It was real love with Anita. The picture of the strong resolute-faced hero was constantly before her mind’s her estimation. Then a few days later ;hm came a shock that prostrated er. A woman, bold, vicious, determined, came to the house one day. She asked for Clyde Merriel. Her manner dis- turbed Anita and she demanded to know her business with him. “He is my husband,” was the grim reply, and the woman produced a marriage certificate evidencing & mar- riage between Clyde Merriel and Eva Lind, two years previous. ‘Weary days followed, then illness, Anita was heartbroken. She shut her- self in her room and would see no- body but Mary Deane. When Clyde Merriel left the hospital and returned to his friends, there was a meeting with Mr. Warden, an offer of an un- limited reward, which was proudly re- fused, and Clyde did not see Anita. She dared not trust herself in the presence of the man she loved. And Clyde—all that had inspired his intrepidity and sacrifice had been a thought of the unspoken promise in the eyes of Anita Warden when he had started out on his perilous jour- ney. On his return trip from Alaska, Clyde had come across a rich mining claim. He had sold it for a lberal sum. He was able to care for his friends now. They told him of the visit of a woman, Eva Lind, during his absence. It set him to thinking. She had indicated her address in an- other city. Thither he went and found her. “You are Eva Lind,” he said, “and 1 am Clyde Merriel.” “You?" cried the woman. Clyde Merriel {8 my husband.” “You mistake,” declared Clyde. will tell you a story.” It was brief. He who had ever sac- rified himself for others, had learned that a reckless friend had married under his name. The friend had soon repented of his act and had left his wife. Later he had died. Clyde con- vinced the woman of the truth of his statement. He learned from her that she had visited Miss Warden. “Wrong :mough has been done al- ready,” said the woman. “I shall write to this Miss Warden the truth.” Clyde Merriel, poet, writer and wan- derer, sat completing a travel article one week later, when some one en- tered the room. It was Anita. She was pale, but lovely as ever. Her eyes bore a wearied expression, but in their depths was the returning light of courage. “I have been {ll,” she faltered. “I am better now, and I have come at last to thank you.” He could read what had transpired in her expressive face. He could hope in the light of the tender gratitude she tried to tell him of. “The day I left you,” he said stead- fly, “I had but one wish—that you would think of me when I was away.” “Ev moment!” she fluttered, and whisperingly, “Oh!”—and there she drooped her head, but not until the unspoken promise of the past was clearly emphasized as & living token of the present. (Copyright, 1915, by W, G. Chapman.) ON THE WATCH FOR BARGAINS Employer of Labor Explains How He 1s Bringing His Force to Ideal Efficlency. “Never heard of bargains in men, did you?” remarked an employer of labor, mechanical and clerical. “Well, there are such bargains and this is the time to pick them up. So many good people are looking for work these days that we can get choice quality at low quality prices. “1 should say that at least half of the employees under my control are not up to a fair eficlency standard, but with work plenty I can’t make the average higher. Now I can, and when- ever 1 know of a first-class man who wants work I lay off one of my second- raters and give the good one a job. “Ot course I don't pay him what he is worth, but I've got him and when times begin to improve he is there and when he shows the stuff that is in him he’ll get the pay all right, Our firm has a reputation for paying the best price for the best work and we are going to have a fine force if these hard, times continue much longer. “Bargains in men? Well, I should say there are plenty of them, and I should also say that I am right up at the bargain counter and will take all 1 can get till all my people are first~ class.” “Not! e | Trap-Door Spiders. In the southwestern states trap-door spiders are familiar. They live in holes in the ground, from which they sally forth to hunt their insect prey. ‘Their houses have doors. The door is thick, beautifully beveled at its edges and close-fitting like a cork. ‘When it closes, its outside surface ig exactly like the surrounding soil, and g0 the eptrance to the spider’'s retreat becomes completely hidden from view. The door is first constructed of a layer of silk, which is spread across the mouth of the tube. Bits of soil, moss and further layers of silk are then introduced, until the required thickness is obtained. The hinge is also made of silk. In case of danger the spider bolts into her tunnel, pulls shut the door and clings to the threads | the sldes of her dwelling tube. 1 | In a State of Doubt. “Your legal Jepartment must be 'nry. he had been cast into poverty on PR —————————— HONEYMOON HOUSE By GEORGE MUNSON, “Of what use is my success now,” sighed Robert Loring, “when Elsie cannot enjoy it with me?” At thirty-two years of age Loring had suddenly become well known as an architect. It was his work on the Municipal building, a subsidiary part of which had unexpectedly fallen to the original architect, which had brought him fame. And now he had been commissioned to build a half-mil- ifon dollar house for John Merivale, an elderly banker, known as the rich- est, most eccentric and most kind- hearted man in the state. Loring had known Merivale slightly when he was a boy, but no doubt the banker had long ago forgotten him. He had had a hard life. Born in lux- the untimely death of his father. twenty-two he had married Elsie Foth- eringall, reputed the prettiest girl in Baltimore society. Then came the crash and years of bitter poverty, cul- minating in ' their separation. Elsie had taken her maiden name again, and for six years he had not seen her. Their quarrels had been due to his poverty. Elsie, accustomed to every luxury, could not understand living on $16 a week. She had no idea of the At must undergo. She thought Robert idle. And he had been too proud to g0 to her when his income began to mount, first to two thousand a year, then to three thousand—now to eight thousand dollars! He sighed, for he still loved Elsie, and made his way down to old Meri- vale’s office. The same pride which had led him to shun all his acquaint- ances now forbade him to remind the banker of his former ncqul'lnt.nee with him. And evidently Merivale bad not the least remcmbrance of him, b “I am going to build myself a man- sion in my old age,” he chuckled, “and I have seen your work on the Munici- pal building. It is splendid, sir. And | “1 Know You Have Loved Each Other.” f \ i \ him to design, owing to the death of ; I want you to do something equally | good for me, because”—he paused—"I am going to marry again, and it is for my bride, Miss Fotheringall.” Loring could hardly repress the cry that trembled on his lips. There was only one Miss Fotheringall. He sat in a daze during the remain- der of the interview. It was evident that Merivale knew nothing about the divorce. But how was that possible? Perhaps he had not associated him with the name of Elsie's former hus- band. Then, could he afford to refuse the offer? On the regular commission ba- sis it meant a sum of $25,000. And. apart from the money, there was the certainty that the work would bring him numerous commissions from per- sonal friends of Merivale and oth- ers. When Loring left the office he had accepted the commission. He heard the banker’s words ringing in his ears. “I'm not going to hamper you with any instructions, my boy. Just build the house as if it was your own, and as if it was for your own honeymoon.” Loring decided that the chances of his meeting Elsie again were very slight. Undoubtedly, long before the foundations had begun to be dug Meri- vale would have mentioned his name to his future bride. But the ghastly irony of the situation mocked him. It was certainly a dreadful situation. And because of its biting irony he set to work to build just such a house the days when he looked forward to the success which had now arrived. The time came at last when he had the contractor at work. “I don't want to see it until it's fin- ished,” said Merivale to him. “Never mind worrying about my opinions, young man. Just you get busy and build a house that's weather proof and has some stairs in it, and a kitchen and parlor, and T let you do it in your own way.” A little more than a year after the plans had been completed the house was ready. Not ready for occupation but ready without the nlumbing and g2 ' Angd then Loring tole ! | It Vanished. “Now,” said the great magician, roll- as he and Elsie had often planned, n\ Merivale, and asked him to come and see it. “You've finished it just in time, be- cause we are to be married next month,” answered the banker. “And what do you think, Mr. Loring? I haven’t told my future wife a word about it! My! Won't she be pleased with 17" He looked critically at the photo- graph which Loring had just handed him. “It's a dandy hopeymoon house,” he sald. “Now, Mr. Loring, I can't make a definite engagement to go out and look at it, but I'll call you up when I have a morning to spare and to meet you there.” It was some five days later that Loring received his telephone cal Merivale was to motor out to the sub- urb and meet Loring, and he would take him back in his machine. Loring found that the banker had not arrived when he reached the place. As he stood looking at the house the bitter thought would intrude itself upon his mind that it would have made just the place for Elsle and himself. He had been thinking of her a good deal lately. Then it was that he saw her. She came round the house, and for the first time in all those years they stood face to face. He gasped. It was the same Elsie, but more woman- 1y, more matronly, and with a look of maturity upon the beautiful “face. “Robert!"” she cried. “Elsie! And in that instant all the past was forgotten, and they stood clasped in each other’s arms. Merivale was as completely forgotten as though he had never existed, never come into their lives. It was not for several minutes that they remembered. And Robert, re- leasing her, looked into her face in doubt and terror. “You are to be—married again!” he whispered. “I hate him, Robert.” Robert Loring’s eyes suddenly per ceived the banker standing in the door- way of the new house. There was a look on his face that startled Loring. It was the expression of a man who was amused! He came down the wide steps brisk- ly and planted himself in front of them. “So you've made 1p again, have you, young people?” he asked, laughing as though it were the greatest joke in the world. “Then I win my bet.” “Your bet!” cried Loring. “Yes. I bet myself a new hat against this house that it would come about. You see, young people,” he explained, “I knew that you loved each other. Mr. Loring, when, after sever- al years of wooing, Miss Fotheringall agreed to become the wife of an old man, T was the proudest old man in the world. But I realized, though she did not know it, that she still loved the friend I had made when I was a younger man and you were a boy. 1 hadn't forgotten you, Bobby, though you seemed to have forgotten me, And so—well, I laid a littie plot, and, as I've lost my bet, the house is for your second honeymoon.” (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman,) EXCELLENT WALL STREET TIP Purchai of Securities Should Not Faill to Keep an Eye on Earnings. I have noticed during a quarter of a century's observations, that when all the financial writers are proclaim- ing the merits of a particular stock, and, at the same time insiders, who are supposed to know all about it, are pointing out its good points, in- creasing earnings, etc., somebody stands waiting to sell, “Jasper” writes in Leslie's. I have also noticed that, when a stock advances, day by day or week by week, without anything be- ing sald in explamation, or without any effort being made to attract at- tention to it, there must be something “worth while” going on, especially if transactions in that stock be large. Perhaps some of my observant read- ers have noticed the same peculiari- ties of the stock market. It is perfectly natural that when one wants to sell his goods he must ex- tol their merits and that if he wants to buy a property he should go about it quietly, and if he has knowledge of its merits should say as little as pos- sible about them until he has com- pleted the purchase. The same mo- tives and principles that move men to buy and sell commodities of any kind inspire men and movements in Wall street. For this reason I have advised my readers who wish to be successful in speculating, not to take tips so freely given by those who have their own purposes to serve, but to note with care the operations of the market and news that has bearing on the values of securities. I do not mean by this the rumors that financial writers and tipsters give out, but the real news found in official reports of declining or increasing earnings and the state- ments required by law, to be made and sworn to. e e e e e e e ity Microbes That Eat Rubber. It your automobile tires or your rub- ber boots don't wear so well as they should, it may be because microbes are eating them. When perfectly dry commercial rubber is not capable of furnishing nutriment to any form of microbe, but when sufficiently moist it is frequently attacked by certain bacteria or molds which feed on the albuminoids, resins and sugars it con- tains. The red, yellow, brown and black spots which often appear on rub- ber are able to assimilate the hydro- carbon of rubber and by so doing de- stroy its vo'ue Hibernation. All sleep is phenomenal, sleep which endures the winter but the inally called the “Devil's Own" be-| Very expensive.” “It is,” sighed the cause of their rascality, but their su- | eminent trust magnate. “Still, 1 sup- perb fighting in the Peninsular war | Pose you have to maintain it?” “Well, changed the term from one of re-| I don’t know. Sometimes I think it proach to one of honor. At Fuentes | Would be cheaper to obey the law.”"— d'Onoro and at Badajos they fought | Birmingham Age-Herald. with amazing fury. Wrong Figuring. It is a telling ccmmentary on & 180 when he begins to figure his Many Sources of Paper Supply. News print paper has been made by the forest service laboratory from 24 different woods, and a2 number com- 1 { ! ing up his sleeves to show that he| through with some warm-blooded ani- had no concealed mechanism to de-‘mals which find themselves suddenly ceive the eye, “I shall attempt my'gurrounded by frigid weather, and neverfailing experiment.” Taking | when all functions that make for the from his pocket a five-dollar bill, he | best of life are as if they had never said: “T shall cause this bill to dis-| been, is most curious. While it is appear utterly.” So saying, he lent| mainly explicable it is none the less astonishing. Reputation and Character. Reputation is what men and wom- en think of us; character is what God IN THE TRENCHES (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa- per Syndicate.) “The enemy is in your trenches | again, sis,” cried Teddy Herbert to his sister, who had not yet come down to breakfast. “Dear, dear!” he heard her exclaim, and then he heard hurried footsteps and saw Mattie run downstairs, pick up a coat that was lying on a chair in the hall, and slam the front door after her. Four sixty-foot trenches lay open at the side of the Herbert home, and Mattie was running back and forth chasing away the neighbors’ chickens. The fresh fertilizer which had been placed so carefully in each of the trenches was scattered everywhere, and dismay was written all over the girl's face when she turned to come into the house “It's a shame!” she said, as she took her place at the table, breathing hard, but looking as fresh as a rose after her exercise in the invigorating March air. “And this one year when 1 had counted so much on my sweet peas and have followed directions so carefully. What shall I do, mother?” “Shoot the chicken: suggested Teddy. 2 “This isn't the war, Teddy,” his sister said, squelchingly. “These are sweet pea trenches.” “I pass,” sald Teddy, getting up from the table. “It's not my funeral, Mat. So long!” And with that 'he was gone. . Mattie and her mother were finish- ing breakfast in silence when they heard the knocker on the front door. “I'll go,” sald Mattie, as her mother started to rise. “I—I'm George Davis—next door, you know. I just saw you chasing my chickens out of your garden. =" . “Come in, please,” said Mattie, opening wide the door to the young man who was intgpducing himself. “You see, I've come to stay with my brother, next door, for a while, since my firm saw fit to cut down expenses by letting me out of a job. He's never at home and my sister is busy with the baby, so the chickens have been in your trenches owing to my folly. I apologize and will see that it does not happer again.” “Oh, don’t worry!” Mattie hastened to say. “Of course, I—well, I have worked so hard this spring, and it has been rather disconcerting—" “Disconcerting!” interrupted Davis. “That is polite. If I had been in your place I think I would have blessed the whole houseful of neighbors. Did you?” he laughed. Mattie joined him. would call it a blessing. thought of it in that light. But now you won't worry, will you? I'll get out this morning and try to plant the seeds, and then—" “Then it my chickens dig them up I needn’t show my face again in this neighborhood ?” Mattie nodded, laughing. it,” she said. With a few more words of apology George Davis left, and Mattie Herbert knew that she liked him and was glad that he was to be a neighbor. That morning, when she was busy out of doors, trying to repair the damage done to her trenches, George Davis looked over the hedge which separated the gardens. “It is I who should be doing that,” he ventured. “You may help,” Mattie said, quickly. A few hours’ work with her assured him that Mattie Herbert was not con- ventional, that she was the most orig- inal and charming girl he had met. Spring came and went, and June brought the looked-for blossoms in the Herberts’' garden. The four sixty- foot trenches were a riot of bloom, and some stems held four blossoms of gigantic proportions. Mattie and her mother and even Teddy picked sweet peas night and morning, and Mattie herself attended to the shipping. It was then that Mat- tie called upon her neighbor for help. “I can't offer you much in return for your help, which 1 need badly,” the girl said, frankly, “but I think if you are still out of a position you and I could do a small business together with your chickens and our ground.” “I don't need any pay for helping you,” Davis sald earnestly “I should love to do it.” Later they worked out a scheme of successive raising of table commodi- ties for which they knew of ready and accessible markets. they worked on this scheme they fell in love with each other One day he told her of his love and of what he had hoped her answer might be. “My answer 1s yes, ot course,” Mat- tie said. “But we must continue to be partners in business as well as in our home. I—well, I'm glad the war brought to you and to me the neces- sity for earning our living together. For it was the exigencies of the war situation that brought us together, wasn't it?" she asked. “Yes, it was the enemy in your trenches, dear, he said, laughing. “Perhaps you 1 hadn’t “That's Placing the Responsibility. “I'd get along better with my danc. ing, sald Uncle Flopsole “if I could get hold of the right tune.” " “What's the matter?” “There isn’t a plece in the whole music box that doesut get out of time tc the way « 1ance Keroserie Found Effective. Investigations have been carried on to discover remedies for insects which damage such forest products as tele- graph poles, railroad ties and tool handles. With hardwood products lable to attack by the so-called pow- derpost beetles it has been found that kerosene and linseed oil are effective repellents against these insects. Optimistic Thought. We may despise the world, but we Uncan Land of Cocoa. Ecuador’s chief product is cocoa. It is the largest grower of this come modity in the world. The bean is per haps the richest and most highly fla- vored and is in great demand in the trade. Europe buys 80 per cent of this article, and although we are the biggest individual consumer of choco- late on earth, our merchants purchase but 20 per cent direct. | An Englishwoman “Soldier.” The most famous Englishwoman “soldier” was Dr. James Barry, who Jjoined the medical corps in 1813 and served at Waterloo and in Crimea. In 1858, after many promotions, she be- came inspector general, and it was not Hams at 18 Cents E. 6. TWLEDELL PHONE 59 SRR NNNNRNLRNR RN R43: B3 DR DB P PSP EOPIP FSALLESSLPIPTISL $5559954-04 B I R R e A A A A A AP R I R R A AR bassed And He Did. 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