Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, March 30, 1915, Page 2

The Pirates’ | Cave baamlusm \ M3, by Amsoclated : \Copyright, by Literary It was thoroughly understood when Miss Nettie Shields, eleven years of age, was permitted to accompany her aister Fanny, of twenty, down to Tagle's nest for a few weeks' stay with their aunt, that the young miss must bebave herself. Not that Miss Nettie Shields had @ver been arrested for her conduct, but that she was heedless and over- confident and almost satisfied that she knew it all. If she went out for & and began looking for the mouth of & cave. the financial damage she realized also that one single ruby of the bushels in the cave would buy her many new suits. No cave! No sign of a cave! A blue-jay now and then, and a chip- munk now and then, and after an i hour the girl realized that she was lost and had come on a fool’s errand. The thing to do was to sit down on a rock and have a good cry to try to figure out how many days it would take for a healthy young girl to starve to death. Miss Nettie didn’t do the proper thing, however. She sat down, but before the rest of it could follow a hunting dog burst through a tangle and discovered her and began to bark He had kept it up for two minutes walk by herself she would follow a | When a man not far away shouted: hand organ or a fire engine until she got lost, and if she started for the park to feed the squirrels she might bring up at the Battery to feed the fishes. She had solemnly promised to amend her ways and be no cause of anxiety to anyone, and she stuck to that promise for all of half an hour after arriving at the manor house. ‘Then she met the coachman’s son, & lad of twelve. The city lass was looking at the country lad with her nose in the air and a pitying expression on her face when he walked up to her and sald: “You are not so muchy-much!” “I am a hundred times more muchy- much than you!” “Oh, you think so! “N—n0." “Well, I have. You may have lots of things in the city, but you haven't got a pirate’s cave.” “Where is it?” “That’s telling.” “Young man, I want to know at once, and you point out that cave or there'll be trouble!” “Hu! No kid can bluff me! That cave is full of gold and silver and sparkling jewels. I've seen ’'em. 1 <can go there any time and get a bush- el There are also pirate skulls and 'bones there. There {8 one diamond “You Are Not So Muchy-Much!® a8 big as my fist. When I heard you iwas coming down here I thought of #aking you over to the cave and let- #ng you pick out a few pearls and ‘rubles for yourself, but now I won't. ‘You are too mippy.” “Then you needn't!” It was three days later that Miss Nettie got down on her knees to that ‘bad boy and vowed to marry him /when they grew up if he would take ber to that cave. As a matter of fact, he had been told by a boy, who had 4t from another boy, that there was such a cave in the hills three miles away. He had lied about the rest of 4t, but he didn’t propose to own up. ‘He wanted to be a hero instead of an Uncle Rube, in Miss Nettie's eyes. He woon discovered that he couldn’t be ‘without setting out for the cave, and it took him a whole day to make up his mind. They must set out secretly, and if there was no caye a licking mwaited him for sure on their return, and it might be bread and water for a tweek for the girl. It was not until Miss Nettie had ap- the epithet of coward several that a start was made. The family dog was old and shackelty and \@idn’t care a cent about pirates’ caves, Dut after much coaxing he consented 10 go along. The way was across the felds and through the scrub to a Tange of hills, and the afternocon was ‘ot and the journey tollsome. The dog gave out first. When his aged mu began to creak he knew that he had enough, and he headed back. “T don't think I'd want to see pirate {bones unless the dog was along,” ob- served the boy. “But 1 would,” was the reply from the panting but not discouraged girl. “I took the dog so that he could smell out the cave for us.” “But we'll smell it out for our- pelves. We are going right on.” “I don’t believe there is v “Oh, yes, there is. I think T have read about it somewhere. If you are & booby you can trot back home.” Forty rods further on the boy dropped behind a bush for two or three minutes and then legged it for home. He wasn't going to give a pirate’s ghost a chance to take him by the throat. Miss Nettie missed him, but did not even call on him to re- turn. She had set out for a cave filled with money and jewels, and she meant to reach it. The hills were reached at last by & very tired girl. They were covered with pine and spruce and bowlders, but after a rest ehe started her climb ! Famous Cennaught Rangers. The Oonnum rangers were orig- | inally called the “Devil's Own” be- cause of thelr rascality, but their su- perd in the Peninsular war changed the term from ome of re- proach to ome of honor. At Fuentes and at Badajos they fought 'with amazing fury. ? v Wrong Figuring. It is a telling commentary on & a2an when he begins to figure his roney in liquid measure.—Philadel- aia Inquirer. “Go for him, Nero! 1 come!” Nero redoubled his noise, and pretty | soon a young man slid down the bank with a crash and came to a halt to ex- claim: “Well, by George!” | “What kind of a man are you to sic your dog on a lost young lady!” was demanded as the girl rose up. “Why—why, I thought it was a—a woodchuck!” “But it wasn't, you see!” His cap came off and he gave his name as Robert Bonham. Miss Nettie could do no less than give her iden- tity and explain how she came to be Hold him till |a Babe in the Woods. She laughed The limbs and briars soon made tat- | ten of her dress, but if she thought of ! Did you enr:“ she talked, and the young man see a pirate’s cave?” i laughed as he listened. He explained that he was also from the city and visiting relatives, and was out on the hills that afternoon for the sake of the tramp. “Your name is Robert, but I shall call you Bob,” said the little girl. “You can call me Net or Nettle. Of course you will see me home?” “Oh, certainly.” “I want to get at that boy and roll him in the dust.” “Do you know that you are about six miles from the Eagle’s Nest?’ he asked. “Mercy on me!” “It's & mile or more to the house where 1 am stopping. We will go first and get a bite to eat, and then I will take you home in my auto.” The coachman’s boy had returned to hide out, and although Miss Nettie was missed and inquired for he gave no information until dark. Then there was a rumpus. A searching party started out with lanterns, and the women left at home were crying, and it had got to be nine o’clock when the lost girl was driven up by the finder. In the interval Mr. Bonham was posted on the Shields family, particu- larly as to Fanny. Miss Fanny had never been in love; she had a sweet disposition; her aunt was going to leave her $20,000; she would make some one an awfully good wife, and a great deal more. The cave-searcher knew that she had broken her word, and she was conscience-stricken over it. She must do the square thing to pay for the anxiety and trouble she had caused. She did it like a little brick. As soon as released from her sister’'s arms she introduced Mr, Bob Bonham, and with a lump in her throat added: “Fanny, I was intending to marry him, for he is all that a trusting girl could ask for, but being I ran away— and got lost—and tore my clothes— and broke my promise—and am going to have a scrap with that boy, why, take him and love him and marry him!” This speech was embarrassing enough, but had no fatal effects. It was just a year ago, and Mr. Bob Bon- ham has made such good use of the time that he can now say he is en- gaged to Miss Fanny Shields. WOULD TEACH HOW TO EAT One Man Bold Enough to Say That Americans Have Much to Learn in This Respect. “By a little thinking a family of five can save $120 a year in the cost of liv- ing and yet have all that they want to eat, for it is not the quantity, but the proper combination and the proper mastication that the body needs,” says W. Earl Fiyon, commonly known as Daddy Fiynn, who is lecturing in this city on health. He is an advocate of the no-breakfast plan and he says that the number of meals that ave eaten is largely a habit. “It you eat no breakfast, cut dewn the meat and in general regulate the intake according %o the expenditure, you will be surprised with the result. Moet people eat just as much when the old machine is not working as when it is doing the hardest kind of work. A person should not eat just to satisfy his craving for food. He should eat intelligently, having an ob- ject in view, as there are foods for different conditions, foods for thick and thin blood, foods that furnish nec- essary salts, foods that will make us fat and foods that will make us thin.” Mr. Flynn believes that the people should be educated so that they know the difference between a protein, a carbo-hydrate and the other necessary foods, for it is of more value, he says, to know what to eat than it is to have a knowledge of astronomy and many of the subjects that are taught in the schools. He says the gnimals are far ahead of man in this, for they know by instinct what they should eat under the conditions in which they are liv- ing.—Indianapolis News, Love in a Cottage, Scene—The cottage. Time—After the honeymoon. She—I am going back to mother! He—I hope you do! I She—Then I shan't go! —— ! In a State of Doubt. “Your legal department must be very expensive.” “It is,” sighed the eminent trust magnate. “Still, I sup- Pose you have to maintain 1t? “Well, I don't know. Sometimes I think it would be cheaper to obey the law."— Birmingham Age-Herald. Many Sources of Paper Supply. News print paper has been made by the forest service laboratory from 24 different woods, and a2 number com- pare favorably with standard spruce pulp paper. l Climbing the Clouds (Copyright, Wi, by W. G. Chapman) And odd trick of fate made of me an amateur aviator. My father had been a professional balloonist. The average of life among men who fol- low that line is brief, and I was called from college to attend his funeral. My mother had died several years pre- viously, but an aunt had been a faith- ful housekeeper. My ambition was the law and I had been a credit in my college class. In fact I was so far ahead that another year would have seen me fully quali- fied to enter the official legal exami- nations. “It's come, Bertram,” remarked.my aunt day after the funeral. “What I suspected 1 find to be true, what I feared has come with full force.” “You mean?” I asked, fairly troubled at her serious words. “That your father has left nothing but debts.” “You amaze me!” I said, and stood shocked at a flashing thought of this dear old woman left stranded, and gave a gulp of dismay as I remem- bered Fay—loving, peerless Fay, the only girl 1 had ever loved or ever would love. “These later years,” aunt, “your father has devoted all his time and money towards perfecting a dirigible airship. His dream was to inaugurate an aeionautic mail serv- ice. I fear my little savings have gone into the scheme. I grieve, be- cause I believe further that Fay's father, the judge, risked his pension in the investment. The family law- yer this morning sent me the results of his investigation. They are fairly appalling.” Within an hour I knew that my legal aspirations were doomed. Near- ly all my father could raise of money had gone into an impossible aerial mail cloud climber. My aunt's little savings were swallowed up, The judge had invested all he had. “It your father had only lived an- other year,” hg said, “how the world would have stared at his marvelous invention! Someone else will perfect it and attain fame,” added the honest jurist with a sigh. “So we have pushed the world ahead as pioneers. That is one satisfaction. As to the rest—I went on my presume my past servicee on the bench will win me an humble clerk- \\ Il w ship somewhere.” w% ;;; }1”5 ‘“ " ll'\ \ l My Grim Passenger Never Lowered His Weapon. “At sixty—you, my father's dearest friend, you, who have sacrificed all you had for him—never!” I cried and my heart was melting with tenderness and tears were in my eyes. “I have thought it all out, sir. Our home is mortgaged, but the debt can stand indefinitely if the interest is pald. It must be your home, and Fay's, and that of my aunt. Give up the expense and care of your establishment here. I am going to work and I would be a poor stick if I could not provide for the needs of so small a family.” There was a general reconstruction of affairs. Those dear people agreed to my plans. I sold some odds and ends and placed enough in the bank to cover household expenses for six months ahead, and I set out to meet the world with a loving kiss from the dearest girl on earth, whose faith in my energy and ability was sublime. I was idle in the big city for a month and affairs began to daunt me, but one day there came a flash of hope and fortune. 1 was walking dejectedly along the street when a hand slapped me briskly on the shoulder and a cheery voice spoke the words: “The very man!" 1 recognized Revell. I had not seen him for years but I recalled him as a former partner of my father. “l am in on a great new trend,” he advised me. “The balloon has had its day—now comes the airship. Heard of the big international meet at k. e ——— e ——— It Vanished. “Now,” said the great magician, roll- ing up his sleeves to show that he neverfailing experiment” Taking from his pocket a five-dollar bill, he sald: “T shall cause this bill to dis- appear utterly.” So saying, he lent it to a friend. Reputation and Character. Reputation is what men and wom- en think of us; character is what God ;:clln the angels know of us.—Thomas .. aero grounds here? Well, I've got the latest in the biplane line and I'm an entrant for the great $50,000 prize. Your name, Bertram, is worth some- thing, for your father is not forgot- ten. Come up to my hangar and I'll open your eyes to a fine business proposition.” I drifted into aviation with this fascinating optimistic airman gradual- ly. 1 could not resist his hopefulness and eloquence. Revell had a superb biplane, the latest model in its line. Then there was & small monoplane for practice stunts, He initiated me into its pos- sibilities. In a week I was a fair birdman. I doubted our ability to compete successfully with experts from all over the ‘world, and, indeed, in the end all we won was fifth place and a twenty per cent interest in a $10,000 minor prize pool. However, at dusk one evening that happened which led to my abandonment of the perilous field of aviation Revell had arranged for a night flight, he in the big machine and my- self with the little monoplane. 1 had got into the pilot seat and started up, expecting him from the hangar at once. Just as the tail of my ma- chine left the ground a man, a strang- er dashed up to the spot. He was in a frantic state of excitement. He ended a sharp ruh in a daring spring that carried him clear over the wings and into the pit just back of the pilot post. The delicate mecha- nism of the monoplane shivered at the unusual shock. I was about to shut oft the control when he leaned to- wards me, pressed the cold muzsle of a revolver to my temple and hissed out: “Keep on going or 1 will kill you!” 1 was conscious of shouts below, a blurred sense of Revell rushing out of the hangar, of uniformed men rushing to the spot. alarmed, I let the monoplane shoot up into space. Then there happened a series of starts and thrills, tained, my grim passenger never low- ered his weapon. He ordered me to proceed ,due north. Less than five miles accomplished, he let out a wild yell of dismay and rage. Suddenly a great white glare shot up, down, narrowed in a steady oircle to a direct focus, and as in a wpot- light picture we were nalled by the powerful headlight of the big biplane, the loyal, intelligent Revell at the pilot post in hot pursuit. “Drop! drop!” panted my passemger. “They're after me. Drop, I tell you!” “In that forest of trees?” I objected, glancing below., “Impossible!” “Get lower, or I will shoot!” yeMed my companion, and I volplaned till we were skidding twenty feet above the thick grove of trees, My blood ran cold as the man jumped. I saw his outspread form strike the top of a towering titam of the forest. He crashed through the branches. The headlight followed his downward plunge. Then it focused the monoplane. At a clearing I de- scended. The big biplane landed be- side me. “Hurt?” inquired Revell, spring- ing out of his machine. “No? Good! Hurry, we must find that man—it's important.” ‘We came across him under the tree, crushed, mutilated, stone dead. As we carried him to the biplane a long metal box fell out of his inner coat pocket. We placed him in the big machine and were soon back at the exhibition grounds. Half a dozen policemen and an excited bustling old man who looked like a millionaire ex- citedly awaited us. : He was what he suggested, it seemed, and the dead fugitive had robbed him of papers of inestimable value to him. As I handed him the metal box he cried out with vivid de- light. He glanced eagerly over the papers it contained. “All safe!” he gloated. “It means half my fortune. Young man, have you a fountain pen?’ I almost fell over as he wrote out a check for twenty-five thousand dol- lars! Faithtul old Revell was induced to accept a quarter of it. Then, good-by to aviation and— home, Fay, the mortgage paid, and a wedding and bappiness complete. Our Tolerance—for Ourseives. “One of the greatest diffculties with which Christians have to deal,” writes A. C. Benson, “is the tolerance with which they regard their own charac- ters, which is quite different from the way in which they see and mark the faults of others. We make every al- lowance for ourselves, because we know our own difficulties and tempta- tions. The results of many of our own faults escape us. We are quick-tem- pered and excuse it by saying we say frankly what we think, or we are sul- len and pretend to ourselves that we restrain our outbreaks of temper, and know what our faults are more truly than we know ourselves; while we take refuge in thinking we are well- intentioned and that God will not be hard on us.” Ossian. Ossian, & mythical Gaelic hero and bard, is said to have lived in the third century, and to have been the son of Fingal, a Caledonian prince and hero, whom he accompanied on various ex- peditions. The story goes that Ossian was carried away by his fairy grand- mother to the “isle of the ever young,” but he returned later, and then old, blind and alone, “Ossian after the Feinn,” he told the story of the heroes to St. Patrick. In 1760-63 James Macpherson published two epics, which he claimed to be transla- vions from Ossian's poems. Hibernation. All sleep is phenomenal, but the sleep which endures the winter through with some warm-blooded ani- lfll'hfl find themselves suddenly surrounded by frigid weather, and when all functions that make for the best of life are as if they had mever been, is most curious. While it is mainly explicable it is none the less astonishing. Life and Work. I must do my own work and live my own life in my own way, because I'm responsible for both.—Kipling. Then, fairly | door. | A steady level at- | | pleasantly. “Number threes, black calf. i and 80 to his heart from those boots. MISS GWENNIE'S BOOTS nwwmmnmw O B By IZOLA FORRESTER. (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure News- paper Syndicate.) Gwennie left them herself under the bed in the hotel room the night be- fore she sailed for England. They were very new boots. She had had them made specially for all those won- derful tramping jaunts she had been planning for months. “I don't see what you can do about it now,” Amy said, in cousinly apathy, | sitting back in her steamer chair. | “You can write to the hotel to save them for you.” “Save them!” repeated Gwennle.! “Where are they now? Probably the chambermaid grabbed them.” “Wireless after them,” murmured Cecily, the next cousin in the steam- ‘ er chair row. “Or, wait, can't yau' send letters back by the pilot? We haven't dropped the pilot yet.” Thus it happened that a strenuous, | somewhat urgent note went back to’ the proprietor of the St. Alban, the | select private hotel near Gramercy Park, and the rest of Mr. Hubert Sea- bury was disturbed thereby. He had only taken the room for the night, and had left an early call, intending to sail the following morn- ing for Southampton. The tap on his door about eleven was disturbing. “Boots?’ he repeated, groping un- der the brass bed. “There aren’t any boots here. Whose boots?” “Ladies’, sir,” said the bellboy, Maybe she left them in the ward- robe.” All around they hunted until Sea- bury pulled them out from behind a Something like a deflnite thrill passed through his hand, wrist, arm, They were small yet sensible, distinc- tive yet modest. He eyed them re- flectively, approvingly. “She sailed this morning, and they’re to be sent on to London,” vouchsafed the boy. “It's a good thing the chambermaid didn't cop them.” “I am going to London,” mused Sea- bury. “I could easily deliver them. I sail in the morning. Tell the pro- prietor I'll bring them down myself.” The boat was overdue, and it was the night of the 7th when he drew up in a cab before 7 Willoughby square. Miss Marsh and her cousins had left for Scotland with their aunt, Mrs. Cavendish Leland. The address was | Cavendish Lodge, Dunlevy. Seabury ascertained the exact spot | in the Highlands where Dunlevy lay, rested overnight, shunned London, and went up on the morning express. Dunlevy was a jewel nestling in the heather. He made inquiries at the inn, and engaged a cart to take him up to Cavendish Lodge. It was a drive of eight miles. A gardener seemed the only human being around the place. He was on his knees, clip- ping at the low hedge. “Mrs. Leland hae gang awa’ for the week,” he said. “To the isles.” Seabury took off his cap and wiped his forehead. Had the young ladies gone alone to the isles? They had Seabury drove calmly back to the inn, engaged rooms and settled down to wait, with the boots. But the days dragged, and he be- gan to take long walks up over the hill paths, and through the glens, and | he found that another wandered over them daily. She was a bonnie High- land lass, too, blue eyed and fair haired, with a way of looking at one sidelong. He asked the innkeeper her name. “'Tis a young American niece of Mrs. Leland’s,” he said blandly. “A Miss Marsh. “I thought they had all gone cruis- ing to the isles.” “This one sprained her ankle the first day she was here. She's all well now.” Seabury went outside and stared at the surrounding highlands. Twelve days and more he had wasted. Dog: gedly he secured the boots and start- ed up to the lodge. Yes, the gardener said, the leddy was there, coming from the collies’ kennels. Seabury waited her approach. Four or five collies accompanied her. He held his precious parcel under one arm. “Miss Gwendolin Marsh?” he asked. Gwennle bowed in graveeyed sur- prise. He tried to find the proper in. troduction, the best choice of words, but under the searching look in her blue eyes nothing came, only “I've got your boots.” “Have you, really?" cried Gwennie, “the ones I left in New York Oh, I'm so glad to get them back.” She reached her hand for the par- cel, but Seabury held on to it. i Gwennie blushed at the look in his eyes. It did seem good after two | weeks to see a youngster with the | home cut to him | She held out her hand, and he gaw them to her reluctantly. It was sun- set over the glens when he said guod by to the group out on the lawn But Gwennie strolled down the hedge row with him, and smiled back in his ews\ when he said softly: “Good-by, for a little while, Cin- derella.” | Good-by, Prince,” she answered, “un- ( til Paris” | _— The Defense. “I can prove that this prisoner nev- er, as charged, clearly uttered these forged notes.” “What is your proof?” “He stutters.” | Armour Star Hams BRSPS EPPRIOPPPEFPPIIESPP Uncanbassed ™ at 18 Cents i BB BHDBERDPODOBDDEE E. 6. TWEEDELL PHONE 59 L et e ettt et te sttt Rttt D st Land of Cocoa. Beuador’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 And He Did. A country deacon went home o evening and complained to his that he had been abused down at store shamefully. “One of the nei trade. but 20 per cent direct. An Englishwoman “Soldier.” The most famo Englishwoman “soldier” was Dr. James Barry, who Joined 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 until many years later that the fact that she was a woman was discovered. [F 7 v v e v e e s e e Europe buys 80 per cent of this article, and although we are the biggest individual consumer of choco- late on earth, our merchants purchase bors,” he said, “called me a liar.” eyes flashed with indignation. didn’t you tell him to prove it? exclaimed. “That's the very thing that's the trouble,” replied the hi band; “I told him to prove it, and Earth’s Diameter. The earth’s greatest diameter is n necessarily at the equator. Accordin to the eminent Professor Henkey, actual greatest diameter is that taki from the summit of Mount Chimb razo. 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