Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 2, 1915, Page 6

(Copyright, 915, by W. @. Chapman, Face to face for the first time in fif- teen years with his almost forgotten early love, Mr. Archibald Newton raised his hat politely and his face be- came pleasant. The lady shook hands with him and smiled with a genuine greeting for an old-time friend. “A bappy surprise,” remarked Arch- ibald. “Some changes since you and 1last met. Married, of course?” “With two children,” and the lady's face saddened as she murmured soft- ly—"“widow.” “Widower,” explained Archibald. *“Two children also—girls.” “And I have two boys,” mented Mrs Burton. live here, surely?” “But I do,” replied he, with a rath- er proud wave of his hand, including within its scope fair acres enclosed by the fence against which he had been leaning. “How strange!” observed Mrs. Bur- ton, with a slight flutter in her voice —“I have just bought the place ad- Joining® “You don't say so!” exclaimed Mr. Newton. “Then we shall be neigh- bors.” “And friends, I hope, as we always were,” added his companion. “Those dear old days!” and she lowered her eyes and he sighed. “I declare! Mary has made a fine looking woman,” commented Archi- 'b-ld as they parted for the time be- Ing. “I always thought Archibald hand- some,” Mrs. Burton communed with herself. “He's more so than ever now.” And Archibald smiled with warmth and Mrs. Burton simpered, and it brightened the moment for both in & pleasing happy way. In about a week the Burtons moved into their new home. Mrs. Burton ex- plained that she had seen it adver- tised and had purchased it on the rec- ommendation of & lawyer friend. She had never dreamed of the good for- tune of getting next door to a helpful accommodating old friend. It was when for the first time Archibald got sight of the two boys that he seemed to get a new life im- pulse. They were bright, lively, up-to- date urchins, eight and ten years old respectively. Such lads! It made Archibald chuckle over his own early boyhood as he watched them up to all kinds of fun and mischief. They climbed trees to the topmost branch. They hitched up the cow to a dog cart and had a runaway. They supple- “You do mot “How Strange!” Observed Mrs. Bur ton. slid down the barn roof with Indian- like yells that set their mother in & tremor. “I declare, Mary,” exuberated Archi- bald, “I never saw smarter lads! They've got activity and brains. How I'd like to own them!” “What! With those two little angel girls of yours? Archibald, they're so sweet, I feel like hugging and kissing ; them all the time.” Certainly the little girls were very ladylike and well-behaved, They had a somewhat subdued air about them, however, and Archibald spoke of it. “You can’t expect an old fossil like me to bring them up cheerful and hap- py like a imother,” sighed Archibald. “They need a woman's direction and company. See lots of them, Mary, it will do them good.” “And Archibald, do try and tune down those rude boisterous boys of mine.” “You don’t give them work and they like it,” explained Archibald. “Mary, I've an idea.” “What is that, Archibald?” inquired Mrs. Burton sweetly. “Let’s trade.” “Oh, dear!” “I mean for a time. See here, give those girls the advantage of your kind motherly gentleness and love for a month or two. Meantime trust the boys to me. I'll show you the real merit there is in them.” The bargain was really made. Of course every day the families visited to and fro. The girls began to lose their shyness and reserve. The boys became interested in everything about the Newton place. They loved prac- tical work, and the cheery helpful old man was constantly with them, for the time being a boy at heart and chirpy as a lark, One day there was quite a row at the Newton home. The hired man had cat intoxicated apd- bad & runaway. ‘The Wilson Hardware Co. Place of Business Is where you SHOULD GO at all times for HARDWARL Building Material Such as Lime, Cement, Brick, Wall Plaster, Sash, Doors, Oils Paints, Stains & Varnishes Stoves, Ranges, Oil and Gasoline Boss Ovens Farming Implements, Plows, Cultivators Garden Tools, Hoes, Rakes, Hand Plows LR ] Our highest Ideals are Quality ano Service Come to see us and let us supply your needs WILSON {HARDWARE CO.} “T'll get even with you!” threatened the latter.. “Don’t show your face around here again,” ordered Archibald. “Yah!” retorted the insolent fellow. “Mighty loving about those two mis- chievous brats, ain’t yer? Huh! guess | it’s the mother you're after.” “You wretched scoundrel!” raved Archibald, and made for the man, but the latter darted away and back to his cups at the village tavern. A week later one morning the younger of the boys startled Archi- bald with a quick alarming cry. “Fire—see, it's our house!" They all ran for the Burton home. The girls were outside on the lawn, weeping. They had been carried to safety by Mrs. Burton. “Where is she?” shouted Archibald Once only Roy had met her, & SAWKY: ' frignds for years. She frantically. “She went back to get the bird you teen. That was five years 8§ODS. | toted ag he led her gave her,” replied one of the little misses. “Why, she’s hemmed in with the flames!” cried Archibald. It was fortunate that he entered the burning house, for in one of the upper rooms he stumbled across Mrs. Burton. She had fainted away. He lifted her in his arms. She partially recovered sensibility. Her arms en- circled his neck. He felt quite the hero as he got her safely out of the house. “The house was set on fire, Archi- bald,” declared Mrs. Burton that eve- ning. They were all housed comfort- ably now in the Newton home. “The flames started in the cellar where no one had been for two days.” The village marshal was advised. He started a still hunt for the incen- diary. Archibald and Mrs. Burton were dis- cussing her plans for rebuilding the next évening when the marshal ap- peared. The dismissed hireq man was in his charge. “I've found the person who set that fire,” said the official. The hired man looked reckless and ugly. “What shall I do with him?" in- quired the marshal. Archibald hesitated. It seemed so nice and homelike to see Mrs. Burton under his roof that he almost forgave the firebug. “Make hitn sign the pledge and send him away. man on the way to the penitentiary,” he said. “But ‘why did he set fire to my! house?” inquired Mrs. Burton in an injured tone. “Revenge, ma'am,” muttered the in- cendiary. “Why, I never harmed you.” “No, ma'am, but I was mad with drink and down on Mr. Newton for discharging me from his service.” “What had I to do with that?’ asked the lady. “Well, I knew it would hurt him m;;-u to have you suffer than him- self.” * “I don’t understand—" “Because—well, because he was in love with you!” blurted out the man, Mrs. Burton looked at Archibald. Both blushed. The officer and his prisoner departed. Archibald crossed over to the woman's chair. “Mary,” he said softly, “we don't need two houses. One will do, if—" “Oh, my!” fluttered Mrs. Burton. “It we bring up the boys and girls under one roof. Make me happy, Mary,” and Archibald was eloquent and earnest as a young lover of twen- ty-one. “I wish I could,” responded Mrs, Burton—*"as happy as I am myself aft- er what that man said.” “It's true, Mary—every word of it!” declared the ardent swain thrillingly. And then he kissed her, just as he had in the far past when she was a blushing girl of sixteen. Bright Policemen. During the early period of the work on the Panama canal many persons were injured by jumping on and off trains in motion-on the Panama rail- road. There were on the zone police force many West Indians, who were trained and capable men, but incura- bly literal. An order was issued to the force to arrest any person found jump- ing on or off a train in motion, and the next day two West Indian police- men brought into a police station a white man who was struggling fiercely to break away from them. “What have you arrested him for?" asked the police sergeant who was on { duty. “For jumping on and off the rear of a train, sah,” one of the policemen re- plied. “The blamed fools!" cried the ar rested man. “I'm the brakeman!"— Youth’s Companion. First Shall Be Last Miss Gushington—I think your nov- el has a perfect ending, Mr. Scrib- bler. Seribbler—How do you like the apening chapter? Miss Gushington—Oh, I have not come to that yet!—Judge. Microbes That Eat Rubber. 7 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 ot 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 value. f an Atchison news- paper sent the following to the editor: that Ben Hurley took I have been T don’t want to start any | HIS SISTER'S CHUN By MILDRED CAROLINE GOOD- RIDGE. “Miss Nettleton will be at the 7:20 train, Be a good brother, and show her every attention!” This was the telegram at which Roy Bastburn stood looking with & wry face. , It had been antedated by various letters, all from his sister, at Milburn, |'a hundred miles away—his married sister, Mrs. Nettie Douglas.. Roy| knew what it all meant. Miss Irene Nettleton was his sister's durflti ! school chum. Then, too, she was rich. | disagreeable, purse-proud girl of ot ‘Mmthooldmmmhll‘ “flkmhbcntumnmtch.nl »won't work,” he decided forcibly. “Miss Nettleton’s manner may have changed, but the old-time selfish heart, never!” ., Like a dutiful brother, he went down 1n the depot at the time appointed. On the way he bought a dozen roses at a dollar apiece, a two-pound box of the choicest chocolates, half a dozen of the latest magazines and two railroad tickets to Milburn. “That will occupy her till I deliver her safely into Sister Nettie's charge,” he soliloquized. “Then I'll make my escape, some way.” Roy reached the depot half an hour , before train time. His sister had for- | gotten to post him as to the difference | between Miss Nettleton at fifteen ,and the same young lady at twenty. , He fancied, however, their mutually looking for one another would bring things about all right. Roy found himself all at sea regard- ing this. He spoke to two young “Dear Sister Nettiel” ladies by mistake. He grew confused | and anxious as ten, twenty, twenty-five ! minutes passed by. Then he moved out to the gate and scanned every young lady who passed through it. ! “She hasn't come,” he declared, as | conductor's sonorous, “All aboard!” rang out. The guard clicked the chain of the gate to hasten some ! late comers. The train was moving, the guard had pulled the gate shut, | when & young lady in a terified tumult ; rushed towards it. “Ah, it must be Miss Nettleton at last!” Roy decided, but he traced no familiar features in the eager, excited face. He grabbed her arm. “Quick!” he said simply, “the train is just pulling out. I have the tick- ets.” Breathlessly, the girl allowed him to ' rush her through the gate. They just ! caught the last car. Then the door ; locked against them, they stood on i the rear platform of the coach and : looked at one another. As to Roy, he could scarcely real- ize that this dancing-eyed, jolly-faced girl beside him waa. the dowdy, sour- { visaged Miss Nettleton to whom he had taken such an aversion five years previous. The conductor came and let them into the coach. “If you please, let me take & seat in the shadow here,” prettily pleaded the young girl. “I have a headache from hurrying so. The light hurts my eyes, too.” “Why, certainly,” answered Roy, as Do turned a seat and sat down oppo- site to her, laying aside his light over- coat and hat. “Dear! 1 am quite chilly!” shivered his companion. “It will pass away it I can rest for a little. May I'™ and as Do nodded promptly, she took up his | overcoat and wrapped it about her. Then she asked him to place her hat fn the rack overhead. When he had done this, he was surprised to see that she had appropriated his own broad- brimmed hat. “It shades my poor, suffering eyes so splendidly,” she explained, looking for | all the world like some pretty boy as {she snuggled into the corner of the seat. “Well, she is an original!” com- mented Roy, a little wonderingly. He passed the tickets to the con- ductor as he came along. That official Wwas accompanied by two men. They looked like detectives. They scanned | the various passengers sharply. ‘ “Well,” remarked one of them, as he ! reached the end of the coach, “she’s not aboard this train. We'll get offt at the junction and walt for the mext one.” Abruptly, as the train left the june- Did Service to Humanity. Captain Hutchinson, the dockmaster at Liverpool, is credited with having | originated the reflecting lighthouse in 1763, and another great improvement in the invention of a light for light- She accepted his flowers with a grate- ful look that thrilled him. She took to the candy like some bright school- girl. She charmed, she enthralled. “gister Nettie will be so glad to see you,” he had said. i “Dear Sister Nettie!” murmured his // companion, and Roy eyed her. strange- Iyuhmuctodthohlnunm, tone chuckle in the utterance. ‘When he told her of the profession for which he had recently qualified. that of & lawyer, she betrayed 80 mummmmmmmno was pussled. : They reached Milburn as well ac- quainted as if they had been close grew suddenly | serious as they left the train, and hesi- to the carriage in “Had 1 not better—that is—perhaps I had better not see your sister until tomorrow,” she stammered vaguely. | “Why, Nettie is expecting you!” re- plied Roy, fairly astounded and mys- tified at the strange remarks. | “My dear Irene!” cried Mrs. Donn-l 1as, ready to rush into the arms of her i visitor as she was ushered into the house by Roy. Then she paused. | “Why, who is this?” she asked, vague- 1y. H Her guest sat down in the nearest chair. Her bonny face grew pale. She. controlled herself in a moment or two. | ‘She arose to her feet. All the anima- tion and fun was gone from her sunny face. | “I am an impostor!” she sobbed. “1° hope you good people will forgive me,; but I had to do it to—to escape.” ' “To escape what?” projected q:e per- plexed Roy. It was a brief but an interesting story. It told of a wicked tyrant, of a | guardian, of a plot to defraud her of a fortune. She was Violet Hayes. She ! had been accepted as Miss Nettleton | by Roy, and it enabled her to escape emissaties of her untle looking for her. “You see,” she eaid, with a bewitch- ing lock of appeal at Roy, “yvou are a lawyer, and T have 4 lot of papers to be 1~oked over, and so—"' “You poor, homeless dear!” ex- claimed Mrs. Douslas, and she took the ornhan and stranger int6 her lov- | ing arms. “But what can have become of Irene?” i Irene had eloped with a youns man | her parents opposed, they learned next day. | Roy actually became the attorney of , Miss Hayves, and Nettie her best friend. They soon straightened out . the tangle of her affairs. Nettle wanted her as a sister. and : Roy as a life companion, and Violet | loved them both so much she could not say them nay. (Copyright, 1915, by W. NOT LIKE THE POLITICIAN Statesman Well 8aid That Horses Re- quired Something Solid for Their Sustenance. . Chapman.) Representative F. W, Mondell of Wyoming is something of an orator, and when he gets to describing the glories of his state he lets himself ; out a link or two more than for ordi- nary occasions. Of course, Wyoming is a great state and the only one in . which the cowboy is preserved alive in captivity, the species having be- come extinct elsewhere. But Mon- dell claims for his home all the glories of America and Europe, with several | acres of the Garden of Eden chipped in for good measure. One day when he was orating about Wyoming the matter got on Repre- sentative Swager Sherley’s nerves. ' Sherley did not object to Mondell's praising his own boundless prairies and his fine climate, but when he came to making claims about fine: horses, the soul of the Kentuckian re- belled. “I would like to interrupt the gen- tleman from Wyoming for a moment,” exclaimed Sherley. “I have no doubt that the climate of his state is all he- claims for it. With horses it is different, however. In this case I must remind him that horses, unlike politiclans, cannot live on air.” i Only Slightly Feazed. A party of New Yorkers were hunt- fag in the “piney woods” of Georgia, . and had as an attendant an old ‘whose fondness for big words Uncle Mose scratched his Toft moment and replied, with & shake of his woolly head: “Mistah Gawge, the exuberance fl_m-m'mnmw Preparedness. . “Me husband says we must look out fr this unpreparedness for war,” sald Mrs. Rafferty. “An' it's a cowrageous man your husband it,” commented Mrs. Dolan. “He ought to know what he's talkin' about.” “It's far too courageous he is, Mrs. Dolan. He's always got a black eye or a cut lip that he likes to look at in the glass by way of remindin’ him- self of what the other fellow got. What Danny needs is preparedness for peace.” History of Linen Manufacture. The Scots in Ulster first established linen manufacture during the reign ot loaded several sticks with | bouses was made by Lieutenant Drum- | James the First, and from this begin- lor last Sunday night; and I know Hurley lives near me, and early Monday morning he drove urriedly to town and bought a new mond, who was the first to suggest the using of oxyhydrogen light. To- day there is no danger rock or point along any of the navigable coasts but | has its modern lighthouse. Varied Menu. The chorus girl dines one day o orust and the next on a crustacean— New York Evening Mail. = njng has the business of the present day developed. Sliwork out idees of my own vd of these same thare is afey I'd like to Jest refer to you /)IDervidin’' that youdon't object ¢ LALTO listen clos't and pickollect. | glallus a that a man (:"; \\?I\o doe';g:bout the best he can Is plenty good enugh to suit This lower mundane institute- o matter of his daily walk Ps subject fer his neghbors talk, And critic minds of evry whim Jest all git up and go fer him! ¥ /My doctern is to lay aside_ YA dContensions, and be satisfied; est do your best, and at follers that; t d N \S , Sto L 1DDIES, I'm going to tell you a story about two orang out: live and travel with a circus. Thelr names are Estella and daddy bad begun the evening story. “These animals are very full of fun. They play and the time. They will take off the bat of a_visitor and try it on their o Thbey will examine your watch or steal your bandkerchief and pinch pull your bair, not so very much different from children. “They wear clothes, too, and it is a very funny sight to watch B toning up Estella’s dress. “They have & big square table on which they play. This table is the mast of a ship, from which ropes dangle, and Estella an ve heaps of fun running up and down these ropes and swinging. have four hands instead of two, o they can do as much again you kiddies can. “They chew gum, too, and like it very much. It's a funny sight one chew up a stick of gum and then pass it along to the other one stringing it back and forth between them. “But there is another way they are like buman children. They do to be separated. If Estella is carried away where Barney cannot s will bump his head on the tioor and cry very pitifully, and Estella wi same. Estella is a great mischief, and sometimes to vex Barney she | trom him, and then such a rumpus you never heard. Barney runs the place and squeals and cries, and at last, after be has searche time, if he doesn’t chance to find her, Estella will appear and actu at poor Barney. “Then they pretend to fight. but they mever harm each other, and gentle with visitors, tvo, and will bite the hand of a visitor only ¥4 gently. “Once when a man was buoting in the Malayan peninsula he acd shot and killed a mawma -orang outang. In her arms she was o little baby orung outang, which, ot course, she dropped upon the gro she was shot. “The baby orang outang cried and cried all the way to the masl where ne carried it. and after he reached home with it he fed it one of the servunts had to rock it to sieep.” J.B. STREATE CONTRACTOR AND BUILDE Having had twenty-one years’ ce -in bu and contracting in Lakeland and’ vicinity, I feel com to render the best-services in this line. 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