The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-11-05
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Nv .t. 81 coincidence. just as
the rlceL aas striking s that balmy
su;l,,a.r IL. Miss Anita Wallace
stared eat .or solitary stroll from
'he aof,h end of the boardwalk.
Will ii he south end. Mr.. Franklin
shcla.. having shaken off his gay
friends at his hotel, lighted cigar
and sauntered moodily nOrthward.
The strangeness of it lay in the fact
that only forty eight hours before
these two young people had quarreled
and parted forever. as each one pas
sionately affirmed.
Il shall go to the Canadian forests
and you may never hear Of me again.
was Sholes' parting shot
I'm going abroad with the Mac
Phersons." called out Anita. hooking
ly. "Goodby"
Each one believed in the others in
tention. but after day spent in mis-
cradle reelection decided that broken
heart could best be mended nearer
home, SO, doubtless actuated by sim
liar reasons. both the detected lovers
once, but strangers now" had migrat-
ed to the popular shore resort where
year ago their courtship had begun
and run happily through wonderful
summer season.
Anita's thoughts were travelling
backward as she slowly pursued her
way with her pensive face turned to-
ward the sea What was the shifting
throng Of pleasure seekers to her?
What did she have in common with
the festive world where in every di.
rection that her glances turned she
saw couples arm in arm. fond-eyed
and smiling? Franklin Sholes was
on his way to Canada and she was
alone.
After all. was foolish to come
here of all places" reflected Anita
Il don't want to care for him any
more. want to forget, and there's
nothing like stirring up old memories
to make folks remember And those
were happy times. But he has
changed-and ! hate stingy man.
Some distance ahead solitary
figure leaned over the narrow railing
and tossed half-fnished cigar into
the waves
Tastes like a stogie," muttered
young Sholes. well. | suppose Miss
Anita Wallace is on the high seas to-
night. The sight of the ocean gives
me the blues-what did come down
here for, anyway? Brings back the
old days when Anita was so dear and
sweet. Societys spoiled her-and l
hate frivolous. extravagant woman!
BESIDES, my income would not sup.
port her. Glad found 1t out In
time"
Then, as he leaned over the dark,
tapping water, his meditations keyed
to their melancholy music, he re-
called Anita as he had seen her last
"a dazzling figure in pale pink, with
delicate hand.embroideries OF deeper
rose shades necked with crystal beads
beautiful gown. but quite incon.
sistently worn by young woman OF
modest means
There had been other times when
his practical mind had revolved
around the pcrplcxing subject Of his
swecthcart's attractive-and. as It
seemed to him. extravagant-wearing
apparel II was Sholes' frank criti-
cism that had started the quarrel that
ended SO disastrously. How defiant.
how tantalizing Anita had been. and
how harshly she had forced him to
! speak
"Oh, we'll she'd be no wife for a
poor man Vanity and extravaganza
have broken up many home. But
perhaps might have expressed my
self more automatically Anita
Young and has been flattered lot.
And that pink dress was mighty be-
coming
Then h continued his way. Mean
while \nita. hoping to find diversion
for her faded mind, had turned in at
one Of the little Japanese bazars that
bordered the boardwalk where the
regular evening auction sale was in
! Progress
The place was thronged. but she
found single front seat at one side
where the glib auctioneer's interest
ing prattlc came plainly to her. He
was dsposing of some fine linens; a
small Oriental rug followed. and after
that the nimble assistant brough,
out some gay fat boxes that dis
hursed soft folds Of radiant color
Little silk scarf, made in Japan
all hand embroider." chanted the
auctionecr. Here's a beauty-whar
YOU call that color" Yes. 'Mericar
Beauty. 1t is most suitable for 'Meri
can beautv-vcs. il will make Lowell,