The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-10-22
Nanaswan had long been aware that

scrape acquaintance with him. These
SO, ial oyeltureS. made first out OF
sheer curiosity and in most Instances
inspired by the women. oGenpd To Maui
number Of pleasant. II somewhat
stiff and old fashioned, households
And he was led finally into the eXtrav-
aganre of buying evening clothes and
began to cut modest dash in Mama
swan society
II wasn't the best society. however
ihpre WAS an upper crust sun. 10
which the Cleghorns the Ra!ldallS, the
RusSe,lS and the Bucks We're as hours
outside the gates In this higher realm
were the MarShallS. the old general
and his daughter who rode thorough
bred horses and lived within vast
park. the Derwents. owners OF the
shoe factories; the Bells. and others
an ariStocracy Of wealth and compact
" exclusive. The old general had been
American minister to half the courts
Of Europe and was described as very
'grand"
Matt enjoyed the homespun gayeties
to which he was now so often invited
tile candy pnllngs. the parties where
they played games. the jolly slelshns
rides and Suppers. They offered him
a more enlivening companionship than
he found in the boarding house. which
in contrast grew drearier every day
till its fly spetked walls took on the
aspect Of a m0rgue. But money WAS
ebbng fast. and the arrival Of spring
and Daggancourts frightening face
all FASTENED his resolution to leave
Manaswan and pay flying visit to
Kentucky to spy out the land The
mules were calling. and 1t was time
for dreams to become realities. Dag
gancourt would have bought pair
in Mnnaswan. loaded their joint ef-
fects on a wagon and started of But
Matt was not such burner Of bridges
He would prudently inspect mule ter
ritory and mule conditions and then
return with well formulated mule
plans.
While nerving himself to depart and
putting it Off from day to day on one
excuse or another. he wrote to SnoOd
& Hargreaves. the San Francisco
jewelers.. saying that he had made up
his mind to part with the ring and
requesting them to remit him the ST.
500 by express. deducting whatever in
tcreSt had accrued 1t was not with
ont 4 pang that he dropped this letter
into the box. 1t marked the knell Of
those easy going days at Mrs Sat
tanr'S II had now 70 be mules in ear
nest. with hard work and frugal living
and evening clothes put away perhaps
forever
Ne spun out his farewell calls. dilly.
ianicd held back all he could. but
II la@t .he ineyorabln mornin. arrived
Dag"2n"onrt was there in an antomo-
hilr Natt's suit case. packed bursting.
stood rca,,r on the porch. together with
a ar." brown paper package OF the
0yer3nw His pockets bulced with
hard boiled eggs and sandwiches. and
never WAS a man more apparently dcs-
tined for instant departure when the
telephone bell suddenly rang and Bird.
ret came rushing out to say that Mr.
Doty wanted Mr. RrouShton on the
wire
At the moment 1t seemed an intOl-
cradle intliction. MIR poty was
clergyman. a mild creature Of an anx-
ious cordality whose acquaintance
with Matt was OF the slightest Matt
took up the receiver with the inten
ton Of making short work of the rev
erend gentleman. an intention empha-
sized by the honk Of NictorS horn, inn
peronsly bidding him to hurry
"IIello." he said
"Oh. Mr.. Bronchton," returned
Doty. this is just to remind You of
our church social tomorrow night.
tickets p cents. including hat check.
and to say | simply cannot take a re-
fusal. Please tell ME that you will
come"
"Come" cried Matt why. I'm leav-
Ing this minute for Kentucky.
Put II off. then" protested Doty
cial rcason-for wishing yon to come.
Indeed, must make my request i'm.
perative. Oh. Mr. Brouchton. refuse
me II You like. but do not say no to
one Of the sweetest and most gracious
Of our young patricians."
Cant help It," exclaimed Matt
CURLY. ''SOrry to disappoint you, but
really
"Mayn't l try to persuade you. Mr.
Broughton?" said new voice in his
ear girliSh voice with the indescrib-
able cadence Of good breeding I've
been counting SO much on meeting you
tomorrow night--in fact. | only agreed
TO come for that reason"
Matt'S own tone Softened.
"bo tell me who you are" he asked.
i on"htn't even To whit for that. but
I'm too tlnttercd not to"
I'm Miss MarShall." she replied,
General MarShalls daughter. vou
Know or suppose you don't know.
though
Miss MarShall!" cried Matt, dazzled
at the name. Il had no idea | was
talking To nnrelS nnnwnrns or cnnrSa