The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-10-06

| ACA lu0I WOulO Wv hOAOl W oAy A0lul4y
to any society in Philadelphia or any.
where else."
Lord love ye," drawled Kirkby, his
eyes twnkling. There amt no three
men on the Atlantic seaboard that kin
match up with two of us yere, to say
nothin' of the third"
Well said Robert Maitland, the
thing now is to decide on what's to Be
DONE"
my plan" said Armstrong, is to &c
to the old camp.
yep said Kirkby that's a good
point of departure, as my seafarin' ia
Their down Cape Cod way used to say
an wots next?"
Il am going up the canon instead OF
down." said the man, with a fash OF
inspiration.
THAT amt no bad idea, nuther,"
assented the old man. I'VE looked the
ground over pretty thoroughly down
the canon. Mebbe we can find some.
thing up It,
And what do you propose to take
with you?" asked Maitland.
What We can carry on the backs of
men. We will make camp some
where about where you did. We can get
enough husky men up at Morrison who
will pack in what we Want, and with
that as basis We will explore the up
per reaches of the range"
And when do we start?"
There is a train for Morrison in
two hours" answered Armstrong. I'VE
can get what we want in the way of
sleeping bags and equipment between
now and then, if we hurry about it."
'Ef We are goin' to do it, we might
as we'll git Il move on us. assented
Ktrkby. making ready TO go.
Right answered Rober, Maitland
grimly when three men set out TO
make fools Of themselves, the sooner
they get at it and get over with
1t the better. I've got some bust.
ness matters 10 settle. You two
get what's needed and III bear my
share"
A week later little band of men on
snow shoes, wrapped In furs to their
eyes, every one heavily burdened with
q pack, staggered into the clearing
where once had been pitched the Matt.
land camp. The place was covered
with snow, OF course, cut on a shelf Of
rock half way up the hogback, they
found comparatively level clearing,
and there, all working like beavers,
they built rude hut which they GOV.
cred with canvas and then with tight
ly packed snow, and which would
keep the three who remained from
freezing to death Fortunately they
were favored with brief period Of
pleasant weather, and few days
served to make sufficiently habtable
camp. Maitland, Kirkby and Arm.
strong worked with the rest There
was no thought of search at first; their
lives depended upon the erection Of
suitable shelter, and it was not until
the helpers, leaving their burdens be-
hind them, had departed that the
three men even considered what was
to be done next.
We must begin systematic search
tomorrow" said Armstrong decisive
ly, as the three men sat around the
rhpprful fro in tho hnt
Yes assented Maitland Shall we
go together or separately?"
Separately, of course. We are all
hardy and experienced men. Nothing
is apt to happen to us. We will meet
here every night and plan the next
days work. What do you say, Kirk
bye
The old man had been quietly smok-
ing while the others talked He
smiled at them in way which aroused
their curiosity and made them feel
that he had news for them.
while you was putin the finishin'
touches on this yere camp. come
acrost heap O stuns that somehow
the wind had swept bare, there was
big rift in front OF it which KEEP US
from seem 1t afore; it was built up
In the open Were there was no trees,
an in our lumberin' operations we
wasn't lookin' that away l came
acrost 1t by any chance an"
We'll, for Gods sake, old man"
cried Armstrong. impatiently, what
did you find, anything"
This" answered Kirkby, carefully
producing a folded scrap of paper from
his leather vest.
Armstrong fell on it ravenously. ard
as Maitland bent to him, they both
read these words by the freight.
miss Enid Maitland, whose foot 10
30 badly crushed as to prevent her
travelling. is safe in cabin at the head
Of this canon. l put this notice here
to reassure any one who may be seek
ing her as to her welfare. Follow the
stream up to its source.
"WM. BERKELY NEWBOLD."
Thank Cod" exclaimed Robert
Maitland.
"You called me fool, Kirkby.' said
Armstrong. his eyes cleaning. What !
do you think OF ii now?'
Its the fools, ind" said kirkby !
sapiently. that gener'ly gifts there. |
Providence seems to be a-watchin' |