Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 1, 1915, Page 7

| urgent errand. | Jewelry thrown over the transom in i my room by tomorrow morning, well Eugene Ronald Briggs DDA, ght, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.) ow street in a wretched tene- quarter, a hand organ lying on ground, a frightened chattering y beside it, and the apparent of the instrument, fierce-visaged tal, hammering a shrinking girl about sixteen with his ipator in the scene. lic as well as handsome. One , then a reaching out of a force- nd and he had wrenched the ee from the grasp of her inhu- persecutor. That sinewy arm t once again. With a shriek- mprecation in Italian the girl's int went dashing back across gan, the monkey springing to de with a curdling squeal of P, he will kill me for this!” pal- d the girl. was poorly attired, of stunted a typical suggestion of a pad- slave. She glided forward to the hand of Alan Pearce. ep him here till I can get far never to return!” she gasped, ressed Mer lips in token of deep nt gratitude on his hand and was like a sprite. Pearce waited e had disappeared, a square dis- Then he cast a look of con- upon the wretched tyrant, who ed like a beaten dog, and went way. told Annette Ryther, his flancee, e incident that evening. In her g, pitying way she wondered | would become of the poor young beggar. Then, amid bright for the future, the theme drifted f their minds. e than bright were those dreams fnow. Pearce held a good posi- he had saved up quite a sum poney, and “love” and ‘“home” the words that beckoned them happy married life. rce lived at a private boarding He came down stairs from his one morning, whistling gayly as nt Dashing Back Across the Organ. his wont. As he passed the room the “star boarder” on the second or, he paused. It stood open, and lively breeze, pouring in at the win- , had blown loose letters and pa- from a writing desk across the or and out into the hall. The star boarder was not a favor- p with Pearce, nor with many others the house, unless it were the land- jdy, who valued him because of his ral tips to the servants and the xtras” he allowed her to put on his 1. He was a man of about forty, bachelor, seemed to have plenty of oney and dressed flashily. He had met Annette several times pd made no efforts to conceal the that she attracted him. As to nnette, she had conceived a violent islike for him from the first. Pearce ely tolerated him. The star boarder med to think, however, that his ealth might finally make some im- gsion upon the young lady upon hom his heart was set. Pearce gathered up the scattered pers and placed them on the desk. hen he closed the window so that no arther damage might be done. As he came out of the room two servants fmet him. He did not, however, deem 4t necessary to explain his intrusion, regarding it as an ordinary act of obliging consideration. He went to his office and forgot the incident, but ft was revived in a marked way be- fore that same evening was over. Bolger, that was the name of the star boarder, had been robbed. He ‘had left his room that morning for a bare five minutes. The window of his room fronted on the street. An organ grinder had come along with a whang- ing disturbing instrument. Bolger was aroused from a late morning nap. He hurried on his dressing gown and went down the rear stairs to the kitchen, bribing the cook to run out and drive the pest away. When he returned to his room, he found his diamond pin and two rings missing \ Sustaining Moral Energy. The moral energy of nations, like that of individuals, is only sustained by an ideal higher and stronger than they are, to which they cling firmly when they feel their courage growing weak.—Henri Bergson We Conquered Nature. * " sald the geolo we walk on . “Well,” replied the party, that you | a warrant.” ' this remark was made. ;Bolger and tell him of being in his | nounced, ntly a casual passer-by, a well- | d young man, became an active | He was | \ i | that was manly in his nature, Io‘; ~ from the little stand where they had lain when he rushed away on his “I know the thief,” he declared to a group in the parlor. “If 1 find the and good. If not, I shall swear out Pearce was not in the room when He heard of it when he came home from a call on Annette. His intention was to go to room that morning. As.he passed it on his way to his own, however, the absence of a light induced Pearce to consider that Bolger was either away or asleep. Pearce was just leaving the house the next morning, when a man wait- mg at the front doorway touched him on the shoulder. “You are under arrest,” and produced a warrant he an- charging Pearce with the theft of the missing jewelry belonging to Bolger. Pearce offered no resistance. All ever, came to the surface as, glancing back at the house, he saw the face of Bolger peering malevolently from behind a curtain. It was less the man mourning a loss, than of one gloating over the opportunity to degrade and disgrace an envied rival. Pearce was taken into the court room of the examining magistrate. Half a dozen other prisoners were seated just beyond him awaiting ar- raljgnment. Amid his own troubles, Pearce did not particularly notice them. He had sent for his lawyer. The preliminary examination took place. Bolger appeared. His two wit- nesses were the servants who had | seen Pearce leave his room. I It was just as Bolger was describ- ing the pin and rings that there was an interruption. One of the other pris- oners, awaiting trial, sprang up. With a quick dash she reached the side of Pearce. She clung to him, crying out to the judge: “He was my friend. He is a good man. I will prove it.” “What is this?” demanded the baf- fled judge. “Sce, you, sir,” went on the girl, “I am the girl arrested for begging. Pietro, the padrone, makes me beg. For that T am arrested. I escaped him through this good man. He found me out. That man,” and she pointed at Bolger, “say my friend steal. No, no—it was Pietro—Pietro and his monkey.” “What are you telling, girl?” de manded the lawyer sharply, pricking up his keen ears. “] see what Pletro bring home—a pin, the rings, diamonds. Ah! that s his trick. The monkey climbed to the window. Pletro teach him. He take jewelry. Come, I will show you where Pietro hide his plunder.” The judge began to question the girl. Within an hour officers of the law visited the den of Pietro, to re- cover the stolen jewelry. A free man, with the real culprit in custody, the first act of Alan Pearce was to see that the poor girl was placed in kind hands. And when Annette and himself went to housekeeping, little Carlotta be- came maid of the happy household. Just to Be Sure. “Gawge Washington Ab’ham Lin- coln Christofo Colombus Andy Jack- son Jeff'son Davis! You all come in dis heah house dis minute, fo' I tan you all!” Mandy was yelling it at the top of her voice, 1 waited, expectant of a cowering, obedient regiment, which I expected to see file past, says a writer in the New York Telegram. There rushed by one little kinky- haired pickaninny. 1 stepped up to Mandy. “Of course, it is none of my business, but that little fellow seems to be the most obedient child you have.” “Suttenly he am,” she replied. “And he's all I has, too.” “But you called a round dozen dif- ferent names?” ki “All the names you done heard me call is his'n. We done give him them thar names so when he's growed up and his name’s called outsin co't white folk will sure know he comes from a quality family i e Potatoes and Buttermilk. An Irishwoman well expressed, the other day, the value of the national diet of potatoes and buttermilk. “When 1 was young,” she said, “we never heard of consumption. The people were content with potatoes and butter- milk. Now they must have meat and tea. They are healtly enough as chil- dren, but few grow up strong. They become consumptive as they grow. They cannot afford good meat, or enough of it, and they will not eat the potatoes and milk that would cost them little and keep them strong.” Po- tatoes are more nourishing if boiled or baked in their skins. The Irish know this; and, passing the open doors of cottages today, one may still some- times see the brown, smoking balls turned out of the big pot onto the clothless table, round which the family is sitting. Spider's Olfactory Organs, After disproving the theories of all the other writers concerning the seat of the olfactory organs, Doctor McIn- doo began to search for organs simi- iar to those which he found a few vears ago in spiders. These organs were soon ‘ound on the legs and wings of all insects examined. Many ex- periments were performed which proved conclusively to the author that - these organs are the true apparatus for receiving odor stimuli in the in- sects tested. Popular Russian Beverage. A popular drink smong the peas- ants of Russia ia called quass. It is made by pouring warm water over rye or barley meal. It is a fermented liquor and s very sour, dut has Jwen used for years by these ponro-' stricken people. | ——— Daily Thought. Youth comes but once in a lifetime, therefore, let us so enjoy it as to dbe still young when we are old.—Longtel- ‘ow. I Dividing the I Treasure L] : [ ] (Copyright, 1912, by Assoclated Literary Press.) “Well.” The crusty little lawyer regarded Phillipsborn with a glance of scrutiny in which Dick imagined there was more triumph than regret. “It's not well,” retorted Dick cheer- fully. “I understand you to say that every penny is wiped out?” “There are a few thousands to be saved,” explained the little lawyer, slowly—almost unwillingly. Crew had come to dislike this young man who had health and wealth and the ca- pacity for enjoyment. Crew had all three, but not at the same time. Wealth had come at the expense of health and the power of pleasure, and he envied Dick his opportunities. “I believe that with judicious man- agement as much as ten thousand can be realized by selling Parsons up and—" “That will be ail of that,” inter- rupted Phillipsborn. “Wkat Mr. Par- sons has been able to save from the wreck, let him keep. He needs it more than I do.” “But when you have sacrified your entire fortune in seeking to save a comparative stranger, it is only right that what is left should be yours,” pro- tested Crew. He knew where he could eell up the crippled Parsons and make a cool ten thousand for himself on the deal. Phillipsborn swung around in the swivel chair in which he had been sit- ting. “We won't discuss that at all,” he said quietly. “I scarcely knew Mr. Parsons before I went into this deal, but there was a time—years ago-- when my fathe® needed $5,000 in cash to protect his little fortune. Mr. Par- sons let him have it. That was the real start of dad's career.” “And now you let him have a hun- dred times that—and it is the end of your career,” reminded the little law- yer. “Now that 1 know just where I That Night He Ran Across Payton at the Club. stand, suppose that you render your bill and close the account,” said Dick. That night he ran across Payton Clavering at the club. It was cheaper to eat at the club than at a restau- rant, and Dick had gone there much of late. Tonight he was sitting at a table by himself when Clavering dropped into the seat opposite. “I hope you don’t mind, old chap,” he sald with an apologetic smile. “I hate to break in on a fellow, and if you'd rather be alone, I'll seek some other victim, but the fact is I'm bored to death. I wish I was back in the old days whem a fellow could hire a fittle hunchback to give him a chance to laugh now and then. The theater’s a bore, and if I hired some of those vaudeville persons to give me a show all to myself, they'd talk and I'd get my name in the papers.” “You're just the man I'm looking for,” announced Phillipsborn. “I sup- pose you've heard that I backed the Holmes-Parscns deal, and that it busted me. I'm the Millionaire Amusement company now. Want to give me my first commission?” “I say, you'd look jolly odd in cap and belis,” suggested Clavering. “I'm not going to put on a clown suit and tell you jokes,” protested Dick. “Mine is a better scheme than that. You want something to do, and you don’t know what you want. You pay me a retainer, and I'll find sol thing that you want to do and tell you what it is. 1f you like it, all you have to do is to make out a check, and I'll look after all the details.” Clavering glanced sharply at Dick to detect a lurking emile. He was a good-humored, rather dense young fellow, and the other men ip the club had a way of quietly guying him. Dick’s face showed only eager fin- tenseness, and Clavering nodded an approving head. “That sounds pretty good,” he con- ceded, “and I always was a duffer at planning things. I gave a picnic last summer when Bess was away and I got 18 people 10 miles away from s decent eating place before I remem Sawed-Off Sermon, ‘When a young widow takes a youdg man into her confidence, he is up against the worst kind of a confidence game.—Indianapolis News Tommy's Costly Vietory. Mrs. Bacon—“What's the matter with Tommy's face and hands? They are badly swollen” Mrs. Egbert— “You see, they offered a prize at his school for the boy who would bring in the greatest number of dead wasps, snd Tommy wo= " bered that I'd forgotten a funch. What | would you suggest, old chap?” Dick was staggered for a moment. “The company isn’t in working order vet,” he began slowly. “You see, the idea is only half formed. I didn’t sup- pose that I should find a client imme- | diately but—what do you say toa bunt for buried treasure?” he added as his eyes fell upon the evening pa- | per that he had laid beside his plate | when the oysters had been brought. “It's just the time of year for a cruise in southern waters. Form a little party, and I'll come to you with some charts that Sir William de Morgan or one of those pirate chaps left. I can get one done by that man who makes fake family trees for the recently ar-f rived. I've seen some of his work—so have you if you only knew it—and it' only lacks the trade mark to be the real goods. We'll have to pretend that | it is real, but there will be the fun of ' pretending and there will at least be a | pleasant cruise and something to talk | abont.” “I say, I like that,” cried Clavering. | “We won't tell the others, and- we can get our fun fooling them. You fix it up, and when you're ready, Il sign | the check.” | A few days later he sought Claver- ing bearing a masterpiece of forgery. The parchment was old and stained. It was worn on the edges and patched | here and there with bits of cloth and | paper of other texture. No one not “in the know” would have guessed i that a week before the parchment had { lain in the stock of an art dealer. On ! it was set forth the fact that Sir Wil- | llam de Morgan, being hard pressed, ; had hidden his plunder on an itland, | the location of which was given—"and | by signs to be seen,” the plundergould | be located in a certain cave. | “How about the cave part?’ de- | manded Clavering. “It gives it the ) right touch, you know, but what shall | we do when we reach the island and find that there is no cave?” “But there is a cave,” explained | Dick proudly. “I told you that this would be worked out right. There is a little cave on the island, and I know just where it is, but it will take a lot of looking, and we can string it out as long as we want to. IU's off the coast of Nicaragua. It's a great little place with good springs. I Jocated an old ship captain who told me all about it.” “Now we need another document that sets forth that you get haif, you know,” reminded Clavering. “That will explain why 1 happen to be on your boat, instead of my own. You know what I mean. You have the paper and I put up the cash.” “Suppose that we do stumble across a fortune?” asked Dick jokingly. “It goes just the same,” was the serious response. “You're entitled to half of anything we find. It's worth it, by Jove! 1 feel like a boy. It beats just a plain yachting trip all hollow, even if we two do know that it's all & fake.” “We're children still and we like to pretend,” reminded Dick as he folded up the paper. “I can have the Ven- turer ready in a week.” “None too soon for me,” cried Clav- ering, and eight days later the com- fortable yacht slipped from port. It was an uneventful trip to the southern ocean. The seas were calm and the little party spent entire days on deck. Dick was almost sorry when at last the island was reached. It avas a tiny little dot on the surface of the blue sea, scarcely ten miles long and not quite five wide, with black, forbidding rocks instead of the white coral they had all expected. *Without premeditation two search- ing parties were formed and for a week they ranged the island before hope began to give place to discour- agement, and Dick and Clavering agreed that’the cave should be discov- ered the following day. Even with his knowledge, it was not easy for Dick to locate the tiny open- ing, but at last he got his bearings and by cutting away the brush the opening at last stood disclosed. With eager exclamations the treas- ure seekers swarmed into the narrow mouth only to be driven back by the swarm of bats and birds that had sought shelter therein, It was an hour before they at last stood inside the cave. It was long and narrow, leading directly into the heart of the sole- eminence on the island and eagerly they pressed forward. No “signs to be seen” gave hint of the location of the treasure and Edith Barclay pouted. “l1 suppose the silly old pirate marked something with whitewash and imagined that it would last for- ever,” she exclaimed petulantly. “We'll have to dig up the entire floor of the cave to find anything and then per- haps we won't find anything.” A cry from Bess Clavering inter- rupted her, and she and Clavering hur- ried towards the end of the cave where Bess and Dick had gone. “I've found the treasure, but not de Morgan’s,” explained Bess with a tense little laugh. “We've located something better than gold pieces. I was pretty good at geology at Vassar, and unless I'm very much mistaken, I've located an underground lake of asphalt, She pointed to the somber wall that seemed to be bulging from its place. Dick was eagerly digging at the sur- face with his machete while Bess col- lected the specimens. “It has hardened in the cool of the cave,” she explained, “but it is the best quality of asphalt and we can buy the island from the government for almost nothing. We've found the treasure, Edith, and it's more than you ever dreamed of.” “And half {s Phillipsborn’s,” remind- ed Clavering. “You're a millionaire, old man, and you jolly well deserve to be.” Or He Believes So. Every bachelor is a hero to some married woman -—S8mn»= Qat Truth and Duty. Truth waits on duty. If we do not live up to what we already know, of what use to give us more truth? | “Every duty we omit,” says Ruskin, | “obscures some truth we might have ' known™ This is just, and, we can- not resent it. To do the duty that lies next us i1s the only way to take a step toward larger vision. | Miss Elfrida Burrows, dainty, pretty, | the young man for a week. His hab- hapman.) i Pettigrew Simpson had “a case.” 1t appeared that twice within a month the Planter's National bank had lost a package of bank notes. In both in- stances they were small parcels. Each had contained ten one thousand dol- lar bills. | The packages had mysteriously dis- appeared from the currency pen. There were only two persons behind its secure grating. One was the son of the president of the jpstitution, “learning banking,” and, as he was independently rich personally from his mother’s estate, there was no reason to suspect him. His assistant was a for five years a trusted employee of the bank. Simpson, detective, had shadowed its were beyond criticism. As to Miss Burrows, she lived plainly, dressed ' modestly, and about all that Simpson | learned concerning her was that she | was engaged to the credit manager of the bank, Roy Desbrough. Now a new and brilliant idea had come to Simpson, which he had just imparted to the bank president. En- tire}y surrounding the sides of the 1of bank room was an onamental grill to shut off the barren unfinished space just under the roof. The plan of the sleuth was to locate himself there with a pair of opera glasses, and select anyone of a hundred interstices in the grill work to secure a complete unsuspected view of every worker in the bank. It was at the noon hour that the giant discovery was made. Everand always Simpson had kept his gaze fixed upon the currency pen, for was it not to that section of the bank that the missing money belonged? What he saw was Roy Desbrough pass from his desk and go by the in- ner end of the enclosure on his way to lunch. As he did this he decreased his gait. As he reached a little slot in the high wire netting through which was taken and given out notes and other documents, the detective saw Miss Burrows cast a furtive, hur- ried glance all about her. Then she drew an envelope from her pocket. She shot it through the slot with the precipitation and manner of a guilty person. In a flash young Desbrough seized it, thrust it into his own pocket, passed on. ¥ This was tike saying, “Get up!” to a horse. Simpson got up. He scram- bled across the rafters. He nearly fell down the stairs leaving the dark and dreary loft. He got to the street in time to overtake Desbrough. Simpson followed the young bank man into a restaurant, shadowed him thence to the street. Then-at a con- venient doorway he deftly edged him off the pavement. “Hello!” hailed Roy. “What's the idea of so much roughness?” “Want to see you,” was the brisk response, ‘“See?” Roy did see—a coat lapel thrust back, a seven-pointed silver badge flashed into view. “Detective, eh?” smiled Roy, quiet- ly. “Where's my interest?” “Letter in yofr pocket—right there,” and Simpson smartly tnpp('dI the spot where he knew the letter from the pretty currency pen reposed. ‘“Treasure—" Ah, a treasure, indeed, was tho writer of that missive! Roy's eyes glowed at the thought. Then he won- dered what this bold stranger had to do about it. “Save time, trouble, giving it up,” announced Simpson. Then Roy laughed. Then he took out the missive in question, remove: its inclosure, read its contents and handed the sheet to Simpson. | “Dear Roy,” it read, “uncle fis cross, 50 you had better defer call un- til Thursday. ELFRIDA." “U-um!” muttered Simpson in; tones of mingled disappointment and chagrin. “False trail. Wrong clue.” “I guess 80,” nodded Roy, “if you're | trying to connect that estimabl> young lady with the disappearance of | those money packages.” Pettigrew Simpson felt persuaded | that his usefulness ih the present case : wag at an end. He allowed Roy to! depart without further question. He | went back to the bank, but not to his | former covert. | Simpson went the rounds of the | place, studying the faces of the various | workers, No “intuition” came to him, however, that might start him on the trail of the guilty criminal. Thought- !| fully, scmewhat mournfully, he neared | 2 Simpson felt a lit- | = tle ashamed of himself as he viewed | E: the currency pen. the charming Miss Burrows at close | range. | “The owner of that sweet face could never engage in theft,” he told | | himself. “Hello!" With a startling scream the young lady had jumped upon a stool. “Why, what has happened?” ex-|| claimed her companion in the cage. || “A mouse!” faltered Miss Burrows, pale and flustrated. “Oh, dear!” and she shivered as she gathered the skirts closely about her shapely feet. | Then there was a quest for the in- | truder, and then Pettigrew Simpson, || the great detective, sneaked away. For in a little vacant gpace under the partition was discovered a com- fortable rat's nest—an expensive con- trivance, for it was formed of frag- at present a vour purchase from LAKELAND, 'SPECIAL SALE ON FLOUR While the present Stock lasts we will name the following prices for SPOT CASH. WE NEED THE MONEY 12 Ib. Ideal Plain Flour - 45¢ 24 1b. Ideal Plain Llour - 90c 98 Ib. Idcal Plain Flour - $3.50 98 Ib. Self-Rising Flour - 4.00 Abpout 100 Barrels at these prices. Get your supply at once. Other Goods at a Bargain E. 6. IWLIDELL . 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