The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-09-30

Are you that wonder of wonders"
asked the man, smiling lightly, IAN
educated woman who knows how to
sew"
TT is a tradition in Philadelphia"
answered the girl, that her daughters
should be expert needlewomen."
"Oh, you are from Philadelphia.
Eyes, and your"
She threw the question at him so
deity and so quickly that she caught
him unaware and of his guard Sec
ond time within the hour.
Baltimore" he answered before he
thought, and then bit his lip. He had
determined to vouchsafe her no infor.
nation regarding himself, and here she
had surprised him into an admission
in the first blush Of their acquaint.
ance, and she knew that she had tri-
umphed for she smiled in recognition
of 1t.
She tried another tack.
"Mr. Newbold," she began at ven
ture, and as it was five years since he
had heard that name, his surprise at
her knowledge, which after all was
very simple, betrayed him a third
time. 1--WE are like stories l have
read, people who have been cast away
on desert islands and"
Eyes" said the man, but no cast
always that | have ever read of have
been so bountifully provided with ev-
erything necessary to the comfort of
life as we are. told you lacked
nothing for your material welfare, and
even your mind need not sta gnate."
II have looked at your books al
ready" said the woman, answering
his glance.
This was where she had found his
name, he realized.
you will have this room for your
own use and / will take the other for
mine,"' he continued.
II am loath to dispossess you"
,, 81 shall be quite comfortable there,
! and this shall be your room exclusive
ly except when you bid me enter, as
when l bring you your meals. l shall
hold it inviolate."
But" said the woman, "there must
be an equal division Of labor. must
do my share"
There isn't much to do in the win
ter except to take care Of the burros,
keep up the fire and prepare what we
have to cat"
Il am afraid | should be unequal to
outdoor work, but in the rest must
do my part
He recognized at once that idleness
would be irksome.
so you shall" he asscued heartily,
when your foot is well enough to
make you an efficient member Of our
little society"
THANK you, ard now"
is there anything else before ! get
suppcr?'
You think there is no hope Of their
searching for me here?'
The man shook his head.
"If James Armstrong had been in
the party" she said rehcctively, Il am
sure he would never have given up"
And who is James Al" strong, may
I ask" burst forth the other bluntly.
"Why he-I-he is a friend of my
uncle and an-acquaintance Of m.
own"
"Oh," said the man shortly and
| gloomily, as he turned away. '
| Enid Maitland had been very brave
In his presence, but when he went out
she put her head down on her arms
on the table and cried softly to her.
self. Was ever woman in such a
predicament, thrown into the arms Of
man who had established every con-
Ceivable claim upon her gratitude,
| forced to live with him shut up in a
two-room log cabin upon lonely
mountain range, surrounded by lofty
and inaccessible peaks, pierced by ter
rifle gcrges soon to be impossible
from the SHOWS? She had read many
stories of castaways, from Charles
Reade's famous Foul Play" down to
more modern instances, but in those
cases there had always been an island
comparatively large over which to
reign with privacy, seclusion, opportu-
nifty for withdrawal bright heavens.
balmy brcezes, idyllic conditions.
Here were two uplifted from the earth
upon sky-piercing mountain. They
would have had more range Of action
and more liberty of motion if they
had been upon derolict in the ocean.
And she realized at the same time
that in all those stories the two cast
aways always loved each other. Would
it be SO with them? Was it SO? And
again the hot flame within outvied the
fire of the hearth as the blood rushed
to the smooth surface of her cheek
again.
What would her father say If he
could know her position what would
the world say, and above all what
would Armstrong say. 1t cannot be
denied that her thoughts were terri
bly, and Overwhelmingly dismayed,
and yet that despair was not without
a certain relief. No man had ever so
interested her as this one. What was
the mystery of his life, why was he
there, what had he meant when he