The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-04-16
Her HEARTS BLOOD
EY JULIA CORNELL.

Herbert Englerth, bachelor, man of
business. was sitting on the veranda
of the California hotel smoking q
pipe, when an eastern Sunday news
paper was handed him.
Silly sentiment to have this trail.
ing after me. Surely in six months
l should be accIimated even to tho
extent of reading coast news"
After looking over the different
pages. with a stiaed yawn he turned
to the magazine section.
"To the Unknown Man. Humph!
Queer title for q story!"
You are the man. am the woman.
I am sitting by the window, my harp
beside me. looking at the stars, think.
ing of you. Indeed. you have lived in
my thoughts ever since the day I packed
my dolls and stopped climbing trees.
During girlhood hours pictured you
clad in purple. dashing into town on .
prancing steed, carrying me of In your
arms! What II other girls had boy
lovers. was happy in the thought that
my Prince was on the way. I was six
teen then. Tonight the clock Of time shall
strike thirty for me! All! You can never
know what II means to a girl to face thir-
ty unloved. unmarried! Why. why have
you made this possible for me? Is 1t
that your time Is taken up with bust.
mes cares. or have you drifted into an
easy-going, careless life, content with
your pipe and dog, man who prefers
= dream-wife to the real? No. the
thought is unworthy Of you. who are
unselfish and true. My faith in you
has not wavcYed. but. dear. the time
grows long. am waiting. waiting. not
for the schoolgirl ideal. but for you. in
any form you may come. have trav-
eled much. I have gazed into the eyes
Of men. All! we should know each
other. Am I good to look upon? you
may wonder. Dearest, let me whisper
that am considered fair Of face. The
wind plays with my curls. have kept
myself pure and sweet for you. No man
has entered my life.
Oh. the happy. happy hours I have
spent embroiderlng linen, making cush.
Ions for my home-your home. I have
been collecting all these years. My
chest Is overlooking. All! tho tender
dreams I have Of you and me In our
own home. sitting In the twilight or BY
the evening lamp. YOU reading to ms
while sew. At such times I am very
happy. But sometimes, at night. when
the wind Is blowing and the rain dash.
ing against my window. the cruel thought
that you may never como flashes upon
me-a long. lonely life without you! II
Is torture, because, dear, I am not one OF
those strong, self-sufficient creatures who
can rise above the old law Of nature. I'm
simply a home-loving girl. who asks moth.
ing Of life but her inalienable right OF
husband. home and children.
Oh, dear, unknown man. visit me In my
dreams tonight and promise that you
will. will come.
by George! I'm the mani" gasped
Herbert Englerth. "For twenty years
I've been on the lookout for just that
type Of a girl. Heavens! that article
was written with hearts blood! Ill
find the girl or I'm not the man !
think am. OF course, she's eastern.
possibly southern. I'm away out here.
but what's distance! I'll get her ad-
dress from the publisher"
With Herbert Englerth. thinking
was doing. But to his dismay he
found no addresses were given out.
Il was. however. characteristic Of him
when he started out to do a thing he
lid It. This quality had made him
m indispensable factor In his bust.
ness arm. So when he asked for IN
leave Of absence Il was
granted.
Upon his arrival east, after spend.
Ing some time posing a. . man q
letters. he at length learned that the
article had been written BY Angela
harrington Of Baltimore. Md. She
vas one Of the new writer's who were
slowly gaining g foothold in the lit,
erary world. he had been informed.
Timidity was an unknown element
10 Herbert Englerth's life. He. how.
ever. found himself % timid az the
proverbial schoolboy when Q trim
little maid ushered him into the Bal.
rington home.
Did you say It was Miss Barrims.
ton you wished to see?"
Yes. the writer Of short stories"
"Oh, yes; she is not in Just now.
But, cir. she's no miss: she's married
md has four children"