Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 7, 1915, Page 3

(Copyright, 108, by W. G. Chapman) | “Now then, Vincent,” he observed, “all you've got to do is to strap that model into the hind seat of your ma-, chine, put & vell on it and—isn't it ' natural?” i For a fact it was, as the two schem- ers perfected their plan—to all seem- ing a charming, up-to-date young lady occupied the rear seat of the motor- It had cost Vincent something to ; help out his precious scheme, but he did not mind that. Just as the sun DANGER ZONE By MARY WORDEN BLISS. i OO (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) There was not one of the odd one hundred choppers who did not know the full history cf Leoti Rogers and of Rob Marsh. A school had been start- ed in the encampment, and the father of Leoti and an aunt had been given charge of it. Both had died. Leoti was left without a relative in the world. A half-breed teacher and his wife then took charge. It was pos- sible for them to give Leoti a posi- 0 0 0 0 0 Q Okeechobee Farms" Will yield big crops of corn, cane, cowpeas, velvet beans, rape, peanuts, kudsu, spineless castue? besides raising Bermuds, Rhodes, Para, Natal and other grasses f and pasture. With anvmfimmflumhnmlwdt::zm Thousands of Acres of Our Land at the North End of Lake Okeechobee Are Now Ready for Cultivation These lands do not need draining ether than small ditches necessary on any to Okeechobee on the new divisiem of the Florida East Coast Railway without delay, sad yowulliunwhubsellmhm Note that Okeschobes is new ocaly a trifie ever twelve journey from Jacksonville. 81012 & m. and .| °T won't stand it any longer!” de-| YeBt down and twilight came bn he Sp.m clared Vincent Brown stormily. |dm-outo(thu|hod. ‘The figure was well strapped on, the gloved hands and Ex-Facuity e asserted RIS |, o004 quite paturally on the handles e R ! tion as assistant teacher. The gov- ernment supplied quarters for them in the school building, and Leoti was Consultation a free -at office. D. MENDENHALL NG ENGINEERS $315 Drane Building Fla. fnd Examinations and arthwork Specialists kel pne, 278 Black. '8 Blue. H B. WHEELER TEOPATH Door South of Firs: 1 Bank 3, Florids . B. GROOVER N AND SURGEON 4. Kentucky Buildins 'W. B. MOON AND SURGEON phone 360 2 to 4, evenings 7 to 8 Postoffice nd, Florida pw Office of . ERICKSON 4 n ERICRSON D. WILLIAMS W. THOMBOR positions attended. Edwin Spencer. J' & SPENCED neys 8t Law, t Bullding Florida | H. HARNLY ,TY AUCTION CU Sales a Spetialty LAWYER Bldg., Lakeland, Florids EY BLANTON, DRNEY AT LAW in Munn Bullding HARD LEFFERS N AND SURGEON , Skipper Bullding Dver Postoffice ON, LAWYER jirs East of Court Hous TOW, FLA. ot Titles and Rem &v Law a Speclalty H. THOMPSON DTARY PUBLIC ! Building ne 403. Res. 313 Red ation to drafting lega papers. licenses and abstracts faralehed \ WATSON, M. D. jan-Groover : Office 361; Res. 113 Red nd Sanitariem nna HARDIN BLD in front of it. Vincent drove on until he came into the street where Nellie's home was * located. As he neared it he gave his doesn’t he,- hiring the town!” “She”’ was Nellie Duncan, the belle of the place. “That fellow” was a sus- pected rival, a stranger, and this, in- deed, was the third time he had taken Miss Duncan for an afternoon spin. “Who is he?” inquired Tom. “T hear his name is Ralston. He is eer or something of that sort, and has some interest in the bullding of that big dam down the riv- er. He can't be very busy, to come up here each day and spend two or three bours with Nellie.” “Well, you said you weren't going to stand it any longer,” observed Tom aft- er a pause. “And I'm not!” vociferated Vincent, firing up. “What you going to do about it, if I may inquire?” “Get even with Nellle. She’s either trying me out, or wants to make me Jealous.” 7 “Why don't you ask her which?” propounded Tom bluntly. “I don't have a chance. You see, it was at a picnic we got engaged. Her mother is a contrary. irrational plece of goods. Just as likely as not, Nellie told me, if she saw me atten- tive to her daughter she'd put the A Last Glance Showed Nellie Still Staring. clamps straight on, so Nellie advised that we keep our affair a secret until her father got back. She can coax him into anything, see?” “I do see,” responded Tom, “but I also see this fellow Ralston cutting the ground out from under your feet. You've got to have an explanation, or do something.” “I'm going to,” asserted Vincent stanchly. “What?” “I'm going to make Nellie jealous.” “How?" “By letting her see me with some girl driving around, just as she does. You know that double seated motor- cycle of mine? Well, for an evening or two Miss Nellie is going to see me g0 whizzing past her house with & well-dressed veiled 1ady seated behind me on the machine.” “Why, say!” brightened up Tom, “that harum-scarum sister of mine will belp you out in that.” “Oh, dear, no!” demurred Vincent in & way as if he “Why not? Sh other fellow. She won't try to lure you away from this devoted flame of " “I don't want to burn all my bridges behind me,” declared Vincent vague- ly. “In fact, I—that fs—I haven't much heart in getting close to any other girl than Nellle, so I—well, I've got my scheme.” “Have? Then why don't you tell 1t?” challenged Tom, but Vincent would say no more. They parted, and Vin- cent went gloomily on his way, medi- tating deeply. About the middle of the afternoon Vincent went to the shed behind his home where he kept his motorcycle. Another friend of his, the son of & local merchant, was waiting for him. “Got 1t?” inquired Vincent eagerly. “The whole outfit,” was the prompt reply. “Will it work?” “Like a charm!” The speaker proceeded to open & Camel's Working Life. Camels are fit for serious work at five vears, and their strength begins to decline at twenty-five years, al though they live for thirty-five and ! : ! | i 1 | i ! if i i ER i i f I | 1 I : i | | ¢ : | i i i t cil. I South Carolina a woman was appointed printer to the state after the close of the Revolutionary war. ! signal horn a blast. Nellie was on the porch. Vincent pretended not to ob- serve her, but a sidelong glance ld-l vised him that she had recognized the signal of the machine and he saw her stare fixedly. < A brisk breeze was blowing. Vin- cent put on power. As he circled di-| rectly in front of the house, he saw Nellie spring to her feet. Her eyes seemed glued upon his “young lady” companion. “It works!” chuckled Vincent rapt- ly. “Aha, Miss Nellle! who is the: jealous party now?” A last glance sideways showed Nel- le still staring. She had descended two steps of the porch and was en- wrapt in attention to the disappear ing machine. “Devoured with curiosity as to my new fair charmer!” gloated Vincent. “What's that man goggling at?” A pedestrian, was indeed, “gog- gling.” He had halted. He was star~ ing at the machine. Then he slapped his thigh and burst out into a peal of unrestrained laughter. Then, farther on, two women likewise paused. They stared, they giggled. Vincent shot a backward glance at the rear seat of the motorcycle. He shivered—ap- palled! A frighttully depressing discovery was his. The wind had blown the veil off the model. Then the hat—and the wig! The bare poll loomed up, unique and grotesque. One of the Jointed arms swung loosely, wobbling. No wonder that observers glared at this monstrous travesty on humanity! A whirl of the machine sent the model sideways. By this time a gib- ing mob of boys were in pursuit. Hoots and yells of laughter filled the air. With a groan Vincent dove down a side alley, gained the home shed, and prepared to leave town that night to escape the jeers of his fellow towns- men. He returned in a week, but kept shady, as the saying goes. The next afternoon, despairingly promenading in the woods near the town, he was suddenly confronted at a side path by Nellie and a girl friend. The latter was full of mischief and she halled him. “This way, sir!” she ordered with pretty peremptoriness, “Miss Duncan wishes an explanation of your erratio adventures with that young lady who went to pleces.” Vincent flushed and trembled and stammered. Nellle was calm and smil- ing. There was a knowing expression in her bright eyes which Vincent re- sented. “I guess you know what I was try- ing to get at.” he floundered. “I would have had a real girl on that machine 1f—if 1 didn’t think so much of—that 1—" “But what had Nellie done to be the subject of such a peculiar experi- ment?” challenged Nellie's compan- fon. “I guess Mr, Ralston can tell!” mut- tered Vincent. “You mean my married cousin?” spoke Nellie innocently. “Your married cousin!” “Surely.” Vincent drew a step nearer to his flancee. “Is your father home yet, Nellle?” ‘he inquired meaningly. “Yes, Vincent,” she replied demure- 1y, and fowered her eyes. “Then, unless you think I've been the biggest dolt in the world, I'd like to call on him.” “Do, Vincent!” whispered Nellie, taking his arm and looking lovingly up into his face. Deadly Evidence. A Louisville business man was rum- maging through his pockets. He turned to his wife with, “You never put anything where it belongs.” : “Why are you scolding me now?” asked the wife, mystified. ‘What have 1 done that's <ad “Well, you see,” he replied, coolly, “on several occasions I have found my knife and my keys in my right hip pocket; why don’t you learn that I Wear them on the left side?” And his wife has wondered ever since just how much he knows.—Lou- fsville Times. Woman Printers of Early Days. Several colonial newspapers were published by women. Benjamin Frank- | lin's sister-in-law, at Newport, printed for the colony, supplied blanks for the public offices, published pamphlets, and in 1746 printed for the government an edition of the laws, containing 340 folio pages. Margaret Draper of Massachusetts printed for the government and coun- | Placing Both of Them. “It was simply a question of verao- fty between us,” sald the oldest in- Bhabitant. “He sald I was a liar, and I “Humph!” re- Joined the village postmaster. “That's the first time I ever hear of either of you telling the truth.” ' content to stay. It was a wild, crude, even perilous environment, but Leoti was glad to be able to earn a living until she could think out a coherent future. The even tenor of her life was at length inter- rupted, however. Wineka, the son of the chief, returned from a long Alas- kan chase. Leotl had shuddered the first time the dark flashing eyes of the impetuous young savage rested upon her face. Every day after that he managed to cross her path. He was respectful, but determined. It became known among the tribe that Wineka had resolved to take Leoti as a bride. Then came the logging gang, and | Rob Marsh among them. The young | lumber cruiser met Leoti one day at | the spring. It was a case of love at first sight. Something of this Wineka had learned. He began an active courting, or rather attempted it, to be repulsed by Leotl. | “I will kill the pale face lover,” he told her flercely one day. Leoti im- parted the dread information to her lover. One evening both were miss- ing. Between the lovers a perfect under- standing had come about. They would have then married at once, only that Rob owned a mining claim a ort ‘istance away from the lumber « It was necessary, in order that Lc might file a claim upon this, that he make a survey of it and stake it out. Then he could sell it for a sum sufficient to warrant Lis taking a wife, and he and Leoti would settle down,in the city. Rob had attended to the claim, and, on his way back to the city, had stopped at the lumber camp for a food supply. He hoped to evade no- tice from the savages. Someone had seen him. Wineka had been apprised of the fact. Bill Budd had discovered his danger. He had hidden him away in a cave. The question now was as to getting Rob back to the city. One of his men came to Budd about noon. “Blll, I've been carrying out your orders and nosed around the Indian camp this morning. It's a blockade.” “You mean?” inquired Rill anx- {ously. “Bear Bluft is completely surround- ed. I suppose there isn't a hundred foot space that hasn't a friend of Wineka on patrol or in hiding. The orders are to shoot Rob Marsh on sight.” “All right,” observed Bill abstract- edly. “You and some of the others be- gin shooting a few logs into the river in sbout an hour.” “Why!" exclaimed the other, “we're not ready to make a run yet.” “Do as I say,” ordered Bill, anc himself proceeded to a part of the camp near the stream where the bluffy formation was a shelter against observation from the Indian camp. Half a hundred logs were sent adrift by the men within the next two hours. The current of the stream was rapid, and the logs floated swiftly down the river and past the Indian encamp- ment. There was an interim of about forty minutes, and then Bill and two helpers came to the edge of the river and set afloat another log. The old foreman watched it shoot down the stream like the others. He gave utterance to a fervent sigh of re- llef as it passed the encampment and rounded a curve in the stream, taking it out of sight. “Good!” he muttered to himself with profound satisfaction. “Holler—Rob Marsh is in it, and Leot! will soon greet her future husband.” But, wise and confident as was old Bill, he had not sufficiently counted on Indlan vigilance and cunning. Two miles below the Indian camp a canoe shot out into the stream navi- gated by Wineka. He proceeded to sink the hook of a short pole into the bark of the log and pull it ashore. “Pale face come out,” he ordered, and kicked the plug loose. “You and Wineka, for Leot,” he added fero- clously as Rob stepped forth, and he flung at his feet a counterpart of a long hunting knife he held in his hand. The young chief made a spring. Rob warded him off, but he saw death in some dexterous maneuver held in store by his adversary. Then he stared. From the brush an agile form bound- ed on tiptoe. He recognized an In- dian girl, the discarded flancee of Wineka. She held outspread a heavy blanket. Just as Wineka was preparing for an- other onslaught on his opponent, she flung the blanket over his head. As he struggled helpless, she whipped a stout lasso across arms and body, pushed him to the ground, and, turn- ing to Rob, pointed down stream si- lently. Rob Marsh did not hesitate or lin- ger. Within an hovr he was safe from pursuit, within six at a second outpost, and the next morning he reached the end of his journey—-and Leotl. Hibernation. All sleep is phenomenal, but the sleep which endures the winter through with some warm-blooded ani- mals which find themselves suddenly surrounded by frigid weather, and when all functions that make for the best of life are as if they had never been, is most curious. While it is mainly explicable it is none the less astonishing. Cynical Comment. Every maa is as Hea: ‘made him, and sometimes a great worse.— Jervantes. Investigate This Wonderful Country While You Can Have a Choice of Locations for Your Farm You will find it unexcelled for general farming, livestock and poultry raising and for growing kinds of vegetables common to Florida as well as the finest citrus fruit. This town and will grow at an unu.\n% rate during the next few years. We also have excellent land lots £t Chunluota and ¥ vill—the former a fine lake section in Seminole County fio ' ‘ral farming, and the latter a fertile pine land country in County especialyy #uu,ivu « swock raising, general farming and fruit growing. Write full particulars to J. E. INGRAHAM, Vice-President Land and Industrial Department, Florida East Coast Railway . Reem 218 City Building ST. AUGUSTINE, FLORIDA Proof Absolute. ELECTRIC “Do T belleve in platonic love?” * ‘The question with humor is rife. If you doubt there's such a thing Just look at husband and wife. Sunday Papers. “Hubby,” she chirped, “did the allies |i win this world's series I see so much |G} about in the papers?” “No, my dear, you're a trifie mixed. The allies are fighting in Europe.” “And whom are they fighting, the !|H Athletica?” & “Here,” sald the goaded man, “you gimme that sporting sheet and you take the society section.” CONSULT US ON THE ELECTRIC WIRING IN YOUR HOUSE OR STORE No Ragtime There. ¢ oo 1 by & ie ot coton” i We Are Electrical Experts sald Mr. Crosslots, cautionsly. “Why, " iThink of the advantage! . No amir' FLORIDAELECTRICEMACHINERY Co THE ELECTRIC STORE Kibler Hotel Bidg. teur musician is going to sit down in ' front of a bale of cotton and try to play and sing.” The Appointment. The two men were playing billiards, “I have only ten minutes more,” said the first one. “It is nine minutes after five.” ‘Got an appointment?” “Yes, my wife promised to meet me , at three.” Didn’t Apply. | “I believe in the motto: ‘Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.' “Pay me that five dollars, then.” “The rule doesn't apply; that’s some~ thing I can’t do today.” Send your Palm Beach Suits : to the Steam Laundry SURE THING. We are prepared to handle them in the proper way, and our price is 50 cents a suit, The Lakeland = Steam Laundry PHONE 130 R. W. WEAVER, Prop. fo o o o o o o o s 00 0 oainiain o7e o 8 0 s o o o o 8 Dealer—Has Jones enjoyed his auto- mobile since he got it two weeks ago? Auto Flend—He should have. He's run over three men, six dogs and ten cats. Loss of Appetite. A man put on a mournful look. High living made him holler, For nearly every bite he took ‘Would cost about a dollar. Must Little Homeless Children Suffer In Florida? WE DO NOT BELIEVE that the good people of Flor- ida realize that there are right now in our State Hundreds of littde children in real need—some absolutely homeless— that just must be cared for. The Old Way. Crawford—You can’t reason with & woman. Crabshaw—I never try. easier to jolly h Johnny—Maw, I haven't got enough butter for my bread. Mother—Well, then, put some of the bread back. WHERE IS THIS GIRL? Nation-Wide Search For Mary Bleuher. A nation-wide search for a seven- teen-year-old girl who disappeare¢ from her home in Winsted, Conn., ¢ year ago, centered in Chicago wher detectives were assigned to hunt the city for her. The missing girl I Miss Mary C. Blenher, high schoo graduate and seminary student. It is not known whether she was kidnapped, lured from home or racr away to be married. The search fo her at Chicago is being made at th¢ request of her brother, F. E. Bleuher manager of a clock company. Vanishec We feel sure—that they do not know that there are hun- dreds of worthy mothers in Florida who are just struggling to keep their little ones alive—and at home. We just cannot believe—that with these facts true—and every orphanage in Florida crowded to the doors—that the people of Florida will let our great work which has cared for 850 of these little ones this year alone—go down for lack of funds to keep it up. Your immediate help—is greatly needed—right now—Please send what you can to-day—tq R. V. Covington, Treasurer of The Children’s Home Society of Florida Florida’s Greatest Charity 361 St. James Bldg. After Doing Murder Negro Kills Self Sumpter C. Harrison, superintend ent of the county workhouse al Pulaski, Tenn., was attacked with ar ax by Leavitt Gilbert, a negro con- vict. He received a wound on the head from which he died. The ne gro escaped, but finding himeelf pur- sued by officers and citizens ended s life. IT WILL PAY YOU§ TO 8 O LOATH & JACKSONVILLE, FLA.