The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-07-26
Angela $
Arrival


to the clubhouse in search Of theil
comrades.
Hi, boys" shouted the first tl
enter. have you heard the news"
What news?" queried lank and
unsEaven individual.
Jaw. nothin' to interest you
Shorty. You amt interested in fe.
males. ! reckon"
Females" chorused the remain.
ing occupants Of the room.
why. sure. amt you heard? The
boss sisters comm to visit him."
"How old is she?" inquired the
youngest Of their number, called
Handsome Bob Barnes" because Of
his fondness for the cracked mirror.
"Oh. amt sure" drawled the
bearer OF the news. but Skinny here
seen a photo of her up to the house,
an he says she's somewhere round
twenty. Curls an dimples an purity
as picter. amt she. Skinny?
WAL. now. l cal'late she's a purity
fair lookin' gal as females CO." said
Skinny. slowly.
when does your Ging.busted fe.
male woman arrive?" asked Hamlet"
Wilson. betraying a spark Of interest
Day after tomorrow, the boss
says. Train gets in the junction at
twothirty." replied the man who
seemed to be the possessor Of all the
information.
Give US some particulars, Pete"
demanded a scholarly appearing per-
sonage called Percy"
Pete peered around the room and
swelled with Importance.
Far as know" he stated con.
descendingly. her names Angela. |
Seems she's his youngest sister an
he amt seen her for about five years
SO now she's comm out from Moo
iawk to take charge of the ranch.
house an sect he gets fed decent"
nc ended. looking sigNiilcantly at
hamlet" who was the ranch cook.
"l!uh," 2rowlcd Hamlet, cch.
''mr'uously Il guess rs how he's
survived this long on my cookin', he
'an ~ 4 little louecr."
Veal, Pete proceeded. Il guess
tai's about all, 'crpt the boss SAYS
up to one Of us tp 20 meet the
ady. lie paused to note the effect
y HIS last statement. Each man.
S!lh the exception of Hamlet, pricked
- his ears, but Handsome Rob was
he first TO speak.
We'll, boys, he said confidently.
II seems TO me that If the LADY in
uestion is about twenty years old
no as purity as a picter with curls q
nd dimplcs' and all such rot, wy Il
s only right that a young an pro.
ressive man like me should welcome
er to our happy home She wouldn't
ant no old codger like Skinny, an
amlet. wy, he'd scare her out"
After much discussion Of the oues.
on 1t was decided that all points
ere in favor Of Bob, much to his
y. for. as he told Skinny afterward,
I'd been thinkin' Of buying a ranch
r himself an it would be kinda
ce to have woman around to
tighten up the landscape"
During the course Of the next day.
andsomc Bob might have been seen
make many furtive journeys to the ;,
acked mirror. His spare moments. NJ
those of his comrades, were spent Sc
polishing his spurs and doing in. M
merable little things to improve his VI
pearance
The next morning Bob hunted a
'an shirt and gorgeous bandana.
llch he considered especially en-. q,
lndng to his charms. While wait. =
for breakfast, Pete came upon ca
n engaged in studying battered In
'ume OF Shakespeare. which he had Al
rrowed from the boss.
Well. III be darned!" Pete ejacu.
Cd. III it amt readIn' poetry" se
'Aw gwan." sputtered Bob, don't .,
gals like poetry! How sweet the =,
onlight sleeps upon this bank" he -
ian. but with a howl. Pete had fed. "a
It noon Bob shaved. and with the
OF Percy manicured his finger
10. arranged his bandana In the me
It becoming manner and finally da,
messed up the team Of lively pintos IN,
drove OF for the junction amid ~,
loud OF dust and the cheers and ~
9 OF those left behind. pei
tier what seemed endless waiting,
team hove IN sight and as Hand.
% Bob and little Angela, as the I
} called her. drew near, the boys At
Tered as close as possible for Ter
OF the wonderful damsel. a;.,
be rig came to a stop with a Jerk
Bob alighted to assist a lady Of ,
ertain age, attired In garb de- T.
Oily masculine, with a mans felt
and a pair OF huge spectacles.
peered through these at The as. r
blage OF onlookers. at ,
Why" she exclaimed in her inc
, harsh voice, what queer COX
Individuals" whereupon they
ed Into the atmosphere ~ith .
rising speed. \
at night when the bows sere
cred In the bunkhouse, Hand.