Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, April 28, 1915, Page 7

- R et r e ——— ...;..AM-. s Cniropractor ps. J Q. SCARBOROUGH, Lady 1n Attendance pyches Bullding Between Park 4 Auditorium. "Ruouk. nnnounced Ivan, poin! OFFICE HOURS. to the village plainly visible u'vourut:: ollao‘--' 1:30 to § p. m. | Intervening miles. 7:00 to 8:00 p. m. Ragorsk! What a world of bitter- X ation Free. ! ¥Weet memories rose within me! 1 longed, yet dreaded, to be there. Was Katrina still there? How would she reeelvo me? And Paul—ah, yes, Paul! I shuddered at the thought of him. But I must get to my destina- tion; I must know the facts—the truth. jce. Hours 8 to 12. a. m. a0d 3.| As Ivan lashed up the horse it oc- < and 7 to 8 D. B curred to me that I had not known Grld“‘“-" ‘and Ex-Faculty mem- | Peace of mind for a quarter of a cen- of the Palmer Selfll of | tury. Often had I wished to make the ratic. Comsultation aa/|trip, but a flourishing -business had bnirap! : Tria G afios. required almost constant attention. nal analysis Settling back in the robes, I thought. The landscape had not altered; mo ‘ecent buildings marked progress, though the line of telegraph poles along the roadside was new. Just round the bend the horse floundered to his shoulders in a mudhole; the tarantass keeled to one side and I alighted to assist Ivan. It was then I caught sight of the old Cossack-guardhouse, high up on the hill. Again I shuddered. Originally constructed from bficks lof baked clay and quartz sand, during KUE‘ D. VIA. D.C. poctors of Chiropratic. Over Post D. & H. D. MENDENHALL 'CONSULTING ENGINEERS suite 212-215 Drane Bullding Lakeland, Fla. posphate Land kxaminations 8n« lsnt De-xn- wxartawork Spectal grveys. f idence phone, 278 Black. pce phone, 278 Blue. DR. SARAH B. WHEELER phe Tatar invasion In Catherine’s OSTEQPATEH | time, it had later been used as a shel- yuuu Anuex, Loor South of Fire ,',er in the troublesome military days National Bank { of two hundred years ago. Near by Florida were the ruins of the officers’ quar- Lakeland, ters, and beyond, those of the men. But the old guardhouse, partially built into the solid, frowning rock, had resisted the ravages of time. It was within the grim walls that I had seen DR. W. R. GROOVER PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON gooms 6 and 4. Kentucky Buildins Lakeland, Florida DR. W. B. MOON PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Telephone 350 gours 9 to 11, 2 to 4, evenings Over Postoffice Lakeland, Florida Law Office of A. X. ERICKSON Buildi Bryant N ture for America. Again I let Ivan talk. With much crossing, he told me of its history; of the scenes, brutal and cruel, that had taken place there! of the ghost that made his home in the building, and 7 to 8 | how everyone shunned the very hill. Even the priests were afraid of it, he said. I laughed to myself. for I had been there many times, and Paul had been there cnce—just once. On a sudden impulse I determined to 80 there before geing to the village. Ivan paled at the thought; not for a million rubles would he accompany me. Tremblingly, he agreed to wait for me, and I ascended the steep hill. Paul and I had been boys of an age. We had ‘many quarrels and always hated each other with an intensity that almost amounted to affection. Perhaps the expression sounds strwnge; it is not—that is, to my mind. Both sons of comparatively rich parents, we had been orphaned about the same time. He did me many in- juries, petty meannesses of boyhood, and I retaliated in like manner. No, not in like manner; for my brain was quicker than his and more fertile in devising subtle revenges, as you will p 0. Rogers Bdwin Spencer, J* ROGERS & SPENCER Attorneys at Law, Bryant Building Salos Maneger ee. NATIONAL REALTY AUCTION CO. But these are small things; little Auction Lot sales & smlu"m nothings of no consequence compared . Lakeland, with the cause of my great hatred— 11 Raymondo Blag Katrina, the starosta’s daughter. Katrina of the Golden Hair, I called her; for all the other girls were dark, and Katrina—ah! who can describe Katrina? That she could prefer Paul never once entered my mind. 1 was far faymondo Bldg., Lakeland, Flofllll cleverer, far better set-up. But there is mo accounting for a woman's choice. Paul won; he and my Katrina were engaged. At first I set about for mevenge, but soon realized that nothing I could do in the way of retaliation could make up for that. Katrina his, Paul could afford to Jaugh at me. Finally, [ could stand it no longer; 1 made up my | mind to leave for America, where 1 had relatives. Setting my affairs in order, I sold out my interests, houses, mill and PRESTO! WYER land. w. 8, ¥, Lo Paul was away on a trip at the time, Ofice Upstairs East of Court House so 1 did not hurry, but sent my bag- Re | sage ahead to Karnoul, where it ‘would await my arrival. On the day of my departure, 1 drove over to a neighbor- ing vill Putaski, transacted my business, and in the afternoon drove back along the road below the guard- house. Dickson nflu’ 2 Red The trip that had taken Paul away Omce phoae 402. Res. 31 had been to a remote district on the Gpecial attention to drafting 188i | Nanchurian border, and as the way lay across the foothills, the road being rough, it had necessitated travel by foot. Paul was not expected back for at least ten days more; s0 you may judge, then, of my astonishment at meeting him on the road. 1 do not know what possessed me Bug. at the time—some devil or a twist in Res. 113 Red | the skein of fate, perhaps. Anyway, I alighted, and at the sight of his cynical smile my blood set itself on fire. We were alone—absolutely alone on the deserted road. Of course he struggled with all his -l‘ht His strength was no match for mine, and soon I had him trussed up like a fowl. Then I carried him up to the guard- house. Betablished in July. 1000 Fastened to the walls were strong R W. 8. IRVIN chains, ending in rings for the hands 'DENTIST and feet, collars for the neck and Room 14 and 15 Kentuoky Buillding | 004, tor the watst. To one of these chains, the broad LOUIS A. FORT ARCHITECT iron band round his waist, 1 secured Paul. Withdrawing my handkerchief Kibler Hotel, Lakeland. Fiorids | from his of his cries mouth, for there was no fear being heard, and I had no object in causing him physical discom- protestations, EPPES TUCKER, JR. LAWYER BLANTON ATTORNEY AT LAW Office in Munn Building Lakeland Florida HARD LEFFERS yEYRCIAN AXD SURGEON Rooms 3-3, Skipper Building Over Postoffice Cxamination of Titles and Rem tate Law & Speclalty FRANK H. THOMPSON NOTARY PUBLIC papers. Marriage licenses and abstracts turnianed W. HERMAN WATSON, M. D. -Groover Telephones: Office 351; Lakeland, Floride . H. PETERSON A'l!l'OBN“ AT LAW Dickson Building .Practice in all courts. claimg located and contested T. M. BRYAN ARCHITECT Room $ Elliston Building P. 0. Box 608 Lakeland. Florida _ Gaked Flords SICK? 78 Lakeland Sanitarium Ors. Hanna HARDIN 1] | | ; I h i ; i it l | | 1 it b E i | ] i i £ I H § ! ! i | all in a day, for there will be none left the last of Paul previous to my depar- | entered my home for the made certain preparations emd with a parcel under my arm. This I placed under the seat of the vehicle in which 1 would drive to| Karnoul, arrangements having been made to send the conveyance back. Farewells said, amid the cheers of my friends—and every person in the vil- lage was my friend—I took my depar- ture. \Katrina, I did not call upon, though she waved her handkerchief from the window. This act I pretended not to see. An hour's fast drivigg and I was 1h sight of thie guardhouse. Paul brightened as I entered. “I was afraid you meant to leave me here all night for a joke,” he said, a trifie nervously, I thought. “I am even now on my way to Kar- noul. I called to bid you good-by,” I said simply. There was a narrow billet of wood which T had carried to the place long before for a seat. This I picked up and placed upright within bare reach of my captive. On the top I placed the loaf of black bread from the parcel. “Why did you return so soon?” I asked him. 3 “My business took a shorter time than expected,” he replied, giving me a strange look. “And the road you traversed is a dangerous one,” I observed smilingly. ! “What do you mean? he asked quickly. “That you will not be missed.” “Alexis! Surely you are not going to leave me here? No one has been here for fifty years; none will come. I shall die,” Paul moaned. I folded my arms over my chest and laughed. “This loaf of bread is the artistic toych to my joke, Paul. It is food. You will be hungry. Don't devour it for the dreary days to come when you will hope for rescue; hope, when in your heart you will know that there can be no hope. “First, you will pick off a corner of the bread; then, when hunger grips, a little more. Soon all will be gone, and you will die. I shall never return. Good-by, Paul.” ‘As I made my way back to the horse his voice came to me. “Alexis! For pity's sake, Alexis!” This, with variations, I heard until halfway down the hill, When the sounds became like whispers, and long ere I reached the road all was silent, though I knew he was still calling. Twenty-five years had passed since all this had happened. I would look at the guardhouse, then proceed to the village, posing as a traveler until I could hear of Katrina. As I approached the place my fear of recognition vanished. None would know me, I had changed so greatly. Even my voice was different. I would just peep in before returning to the waiting Ivan. As I stepped inside something caught my eye. I stopped abruptly; my heart started tapping in my ears. Perspiration broke from me. I was afraid. ‘Then, as the truth flashed upon me, I shrank back and clutched at the wall for support. Under the iron waistband to which 1 had fastened Paul lay a pile of bones, while shreds of clothing hung from the chains. There was no need to look at the buttons, the little personal arti- cles from the pockets; that was un- necessary; I knew them at once for Paul’s. 1 shivered. Paul must have reached out for the loaf and in his fright knocked over the ! Insecurely placed log, the action caus- ing the bread to roll out of his reach. Yes, that was it. Naturally, the bread had long ago disappeared—the rats had seen to that. Aud the flle—the strong fllew-1 had imbeddéd i thd loaf—tHe filé with which he was to release himself—lay on the floor, a good two feet out of his reach! “What is it? Did you see the ghost?” Ivan asked on my return, starting as he saw my face. “Yes—that's it—the ghost,” I stam- mered. “Drive back to Karnoul. I1am not going to Ragorsk.” 1 dared ngt ask bhim of Katrina. Miles Here and There. In England a mile means the fa miliar 1,760 yards, but in Iceland it means 2,240 yards, and in the High- lands it may mean the old Scots mile of 1976 yards. In Switzerland the bardy mountaineers think 9,163 the roper thing, even when, as generally it is very much uphill. The Swiss is the longest mile of all, being fol- lowed by the Vienna post mile of ,296 yards. The Flemish mile is 6,869 yards, the Prussian 8,237 yards, and in Denmark they walk 8,244 yards and call it a stroll of a mile The Turks are satisfied with 1,826 yards and the Ttalians shorten the distance of a mile to 1,766 Effective. An irascible Irish colonel was lead- ing a regiment on a long and difcult march. Fagged and worn out, they Dalted for a rest by the wayside. When it became necessary to move on, the colonel gave the order, but the weary men remained stretched upon the ground. He repeated the order per- amptorily, and still there was no mo- tion. By this time his temper was at . a white heat, and he thundered out: “If you don’t get up and start at nce, Il march the regiment off and eave every d—d one of you behind.” Thav startad at once. e TR NOT WITHOUT EXGUSE By GRACE KERRIGAN. SOOIV OOOOOS (Copyright, 1915. by the Hcclure Newspa- per Syndicate. “Buster said he had tvo sisters and baby brother,” mused Helen Smith, as she turned into the little white- painted gate of the Peterby home. There was a garden crowded with flow- ers growing rankly, and the draperies at the windows hung awry as if pulled by childish hands. “Careless!” commented Smith, spinsterwise. Her knock at the door brought Bus- ter Peterby, who turned first pale and then red at sight of her. “Good morning, Buster,” pleasantly. Helen said Helen “Is your mother in?" “Come in, please,} quavered Buster. opening the door into a disordered kitchen. Helen stepped inside and paused. In the middle of the room was a washtub. Over the tub, scrubbing valiantly at bits of children's gar- ments, was a big, blonde man, whose blue eyes met hers without embarrass- ment at being found in this feminine employment. A baby chuckled on a rug; two little girls were eating at the table and Buster had been labori- ously washing dishes. It was a busy scene. “Place a chair for the lady, Buster,” saild Mr. Peterby, as he deftly wrung out a pink frock. “It's my teacher,” whispered Buster in an agony of embarrassment. “I been late every morning and she wants to see—mother!"” “Buster’s mother went away when the baby came,” said Mr. Peterby gravely, as he resumed his duties without apology. “I am afraid I am a poor substitute, but we manage to get along somehow. Dish washing and bed making come awkward to a little boy of eight.” “I should think se!" cried Helen contritely. “You see, 1 didn't, know about it, Mr. Peterby.” He nodded. “That's the trouble in this world—folks don’t take the trou- ble to understand each other.” “I know it; this has taught me a lesson. Oh, Mr. Peterby, I don't think you should pour boiling water on those flannels!"” protested Helen. Then Horace Peterby took a lesson in washing clothes that he never for- got. He stepped back in respectful admiration before this little lady who did not hesitate to risk the daintiness of her attire in his wifeless kitchen. When she had finished the lesson S PR A ey NOT VERY WHITE LIES By GEORGE MUNSON. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G, Chapman.) May Halliwell sat staring into the fire while the winter gloom came down and filled the living room with shadows. Jack Strange was to return that night from his trip West; she had not seen him since he had slipped ¢he engagement ring upon her finger the night before he was called away on a business trip to Calfornia in Au- gust. And now—she was trying to think how she should meet hira and what she should say to him. She was a sensible girl. She had never believed in romantic love, and Jack, too, was of the matter-of-fact temperament. She knew Jack was a8 true as steel;’ he was rising in his business and had excellent prospects. After Jack’s departure she had brok- en down and gone with a girl friend, Louise Martin, to a small summer ho- tel in the Catskills. A week was all she could afford; besides, there was no one to look after her aunt and the old woman wik largely dependent on the kindly neighbors. So she had hastened back, leaving Louise to spend the second week of the vaca- tion alone. But by then the mischief had been done. The man’s name was Frank War- ner, and he had made love to her| from the beginning. At first amused, later the girl had been thrilled by the impassioned nature of his love-mak- ing. He ‘had been everywhere and done everything; his stories read like romances, and the thought that she | was the only girl who had ever en- raptured him gratified her pride. He touched her heart too. How different from prosaic Jack Strange! She remembered, with a mixture of /penitence and delight, that last eve- ning he had taken her into his arms. “I love you, May,” he had said, “and 1 shall always love you." Then she had blurted out the story of her engagement. She had told him that her fiance was away, that she could not in justice release herself until he returned. “After he comes back I shall know my heart, and write to you; till then 1 cannot see you again,” she had sald, and fled from him, She had the address he had given her in New York. It was a fashiona- ble hotel, where Frank Warner lived most of the year. And now, with the lapse of two months, she was still uncertain. Helen Smith and Horace Peterby were fairly well acquainted. She could not help but like the big, blond, blunder- ing young man who was trying to be both mother and father to his chil- dren. While Buster was in school it was his custom to trundle the baby and the twin girls down to the little shop, where they remained until Bus- ter came from school. “Of course the business suffers, sighed Mr. Peterby, as he shook hands with Miss Smith, Helen Smith hurried into the schoolroom, quite forgetting that Bus- ter had gone on ahead lon; 0. It was half past nine and she found a room full of whispering, idle pupils. She, the dictator, was late herself— and without excuse. Before the round- eyed wonderment of her scholars Miss Smith called the room to order and be- gan the day's lessons. After that Helen often stopped in the little shop to inquire for the baby or the twins. On her advice and with her help, Horace Peterby restocked his little store, and even placed a mod- est advertisement in the village paper. Then school closed and Helen pre- pared to return to her home in a dis- tant town. She bade farewell to her new-found friends with some regret, but there was sorrow in her heart when she kissed the Peterby bables good-by and strained Buster's chubby form to her breast. y “You will not return in the fall?” asked Mr. Peterby, regarding her with grave, inscrutable eyes. “We shall miss you, Miss Smith.” “I shall miss all of you, Mr. Peter- by.” Her homeward way led along & pleasant river path; it was the same river that flowed through Greenville, and Helen leaned over the railing of the bridge and watched its liquid flow with dreamy eyes. She did not see the dimpling river. Strange to say, she saw a big young man caring for four little children with all the tenderness of ‘a woman— of the woman who had been compelled to leave him alone. Helen's heart beat faster for the recollection. A step sounded on the bridge and | of the house. she looked up to see the young man of her dreams, or—could this young man, well dressed in blue serge, with irreproachable linen and blue tie, be the disheveled youth who had washed baby garments in the Peterby kitchen? It was, beyond all doubt. He swung off his hat and held out his big, capable hands to engulf her own trembling fingers. “Girl—I need you,” he said choking- “I've thought of you every day hs—ah, Helen, we all need your love!” And Helen, needing his, straight to his arms. went Facts and Figures. Little Lemuel—Say, paw, what is simple addition? Paw—The simplest kind of simple addition is when the parson adds one and one to make one. i Ibernation. Cynical Comment. Bvery man is as Heaven made him, Jervantes. She was walting for Jack. She ex- pected him that evening, and she started up as a ring came at the door, her heart beating wildly. But it was only Louise, who often came in to see her at that hour, on her way back from the office, where she was de- tained an hour later than May. “He hasn't come yet?" she asked. “No,” answered May. “You must be anxious to see him, May. If my fiance had been away for two months, you bet I'd have worn out my shoes running to the door to peek up the street and see whether he was coming.” ’ “I hope you will have one soon, Louise,” said May. Louise Martin giggled. “I came near having one this summe! she said. “Listen, May. Can you ep a se- cret? You won't tell a soul, because ~~well, there's somebody I shouldn't like to know about it.” May promised. “Do you remember that awfully good-looking fellow at the hotel, who seemed interested in you—what was his name? Frank Warner, to be sure, Well, after you'd gone he just fol- lowed ma round same way he followed you, My! I used to laugh at him at first, but he had a sort of irresistible way about him, and—and I let him kiss me once. That was the night be- fore I went away.” May felt her heart grow colder than fce. “Well, what do you think? I found out after, through the Hoffmans—ycu remember those nice girls from Snra- toga, who were staying then?—thn he'd tried the same game with half a dozen of the young women at the ho- tel, and some of them had fallen for it. And what do you think he is? A professional lady-killer. I mean, he does it for a living." “Louise!" “I shall never go there again, will you, May?” “Indeed, no,” well. “Well, that's all, dearie, and now I guess I'll be going, because I don't want to spoll your pleasure when Jack arrives.” And she made her way out answered May Halll- May looked into the fire, and the re- membrance of Jack came home to her with a flood tide of bitterness. She thought of his goodness, his unfailing kindness, his tender consideration for her, his eternal faith. “I've been a little fool,” she said, “and I've been justly punished. And now—I must make it my task always to love Jack, and never let him sus- pect 1—I—' The door bell pealed. She opened ‘it, and the figure upon the threshold caught her in its arms. “May!” “Jack, dearest!” And she knew the episode of the summer was the merest forgotten phantasy of dreams. In her own room Louise Martin stared thoughtfully out of the window. “What a liar I am! But I'd lfe hard- er than that—for a friend—and for | the max.low"' she murmured. Valuable Sest, When the chimneys of the reyal — 'mint at Berlin are cleaned about one Mousand dollars worth of gold is tak- o from the soot. Pameus Cennaught Rangers. n.c.un‘unnmm“ tnally -nu the “Devil's Owa" be drruu.\lty,'““r- — l.-m-mdn mb one of honor. At Fueates d'Onoro and at Badajos they Mnt, with amasing fury. . i} SR A L I wD M i Get Your Coupons in the Great Yoting Contest at the Hub. 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