The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1911-12-08

had been told. You say he sneaked
upon you"
yes"
"And began right off abou. the
"owo"
YES"
Didn't wait to introduce HIMSELF"
No"
And stammered and blushed with
guilt as he sneaked away"
Il think it was with guilt"
"Of course it was Clara. that man
had poisoned somebody's well and
vas fleeing from justice. Don't you
lay any attention to what he said.
That painting is going to have a 81
frame and hang in the parlOr op-
rosita Napoleon Crossing the Alps. F"
"Eui haven't | got the cows eyes
wrong?" asked the artist. SHOULD
one of them be looking up and the
other down."
They should dearie. That's what
first made me think you were born
artist. I've watched cows thou.
sand times. They always keep one
eye on the grass and roll the other
up as if thanking heaven for the
fodder. Don't you worry about her
eyes
but what was the young man 60
Ing To criticize if | hadn't stopped
him."
Land only knows! When per-
son Is mean enough to poison a fami.
l.. well You cant tell what he will
say or do next. At first thought
The cow t.i might be too long. but
then remembered that il must he in
Ay time "a vas painted. You just
chirk riahl up and forget that villain.
If WAS YOU Id start a new picture
tomorrow"
BIT Miss Clara didn't There were
seycr9l doubts in her mind now, and
she didn { agree with her grand.
mother abo"t tie young man being
well-poisoner and an unhung vii.
lain AS she remembered his face
it was attractive and interesting, with
not line of villainy In it. Thus
when she went forth next afternoon
it was not to sketch, but to think as
she walked. She didn't climb Thorn.
apple hill, but skirted 1t, and by and
by she came to brook and turned to
the left to look for crossing.
Mr.. Burt Delevan was again look.
ing for blackbirds. His encounter
with the artist on Thornapple hill the
day before had left him rather hu.
INFLATED. He therefore strolled an.
other way, yet all the time hoping for
another meeting. He had his nerve
with him now and he was sure he
could put the case In such light that
he would be forgiven.
Say! Say! Help! Help"
Mr.. Delevan threw aside his gun
and plunged through a thicket 10 and
himself on the bank OF creek.
Standing in the shallow water. which
reached her knees and was bubblins
higher, was the girl artist.
ITS quicksand, you see," she ex'
planned, as the young man stood
staring.
Being in the real estate business,
which includes all kinds of soils, Mr..
Delevan knew just what to do In case
OF quicksand. and he did It, II was
a hard tug, but at length a muddled
and bedraggled figure stood on the
bank beside him. Not a word had
been spoken during the rescue. None
was spoken now as the girl was as.
sisted home and left In the arms Of
her grandmother at the back door.
1t was two weeks later before there
was any conversation stenographer
would have thought worth her pot.
hooks. Then Miss Clara asked hel
grandmother:
DO you think will ever make an
artist"
No, don't" was the prompt an
swer. THAT Mr.. Delevan has called
here seven times since he hauled you
out Of the quicksand. and II | know
anything about apple sass 1t won't
be m0re'n seven times more before
both Of you will be SO head over heels
In love that painting will 60 to pot!