The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-04-23
Her HEARTS BLOOD
BY JULIA CORNELL,

l
Herbert Englerth. bachelor, man o.
! business. was sitting on tho 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
should be acclimated even to the
extent Of reading coast news"
After looking over the different
pages. with . stifled yawn he turned
to the magazine section.
TO the Unknown Man.: Humph!
Queer title for . story!"
You are the man. I am the woman.
! am sitting by the window. my harp
beside me. looking a: 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 girlho0d hours I pictured you
clad In purple. dashing into town on q
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 1t means to . girl to face thir.
ty unloved. unmarried! Why. why have
you made this possible for met u It
that your time 10 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-wifs to the realS No. the
thought b unworthy Of you. who are
unsslnsh ana true. Ny faith. In you
has not wavered. but dear. The time
grows long. I am waiting. waiting: mot
for the schoolgirl ideal but for you. In
any form you may coma. ] have trav.
eled much. ! have gased into the eyes
Of men All ~ should know each
other. Am I good to look uponf you
that am considered fair Of face. The
wind plays with my curls. I have kept
myself pure and sweet for you. No man
has entered my life.
Oh, the happy. happy hours. I have
spent smbroidering linen. making clsh-
ions for my home-your home. have
been collecting al these years. My
chest 10 overlooking. All! the 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 am very
happy But sometimes, at night, when
the wind 70 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! It
Is torture, because, dear, am not one Of
those strong. self-sufficient creatures who
can rise above the old law Of nature. I'm
simply home-lovtng girl. who asks moth.
ing Of life but her inalienable right Of
husband. homo and children.
Oh, dear. unknown man, visit me Ia 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 I
think am. OF course, she's eastern.
possibly southern. I'm away out here,
but what's distance! Ill get her I'd.
dress from the publisher"
With Herbert Englerth. thinking
was doing. But to his dlsmay he
found no addresses were given out.
L was, however, characteristic Of him
when he started out to do . thing he
lid T. This quality had made him
IN indispensable factor In bis bust.
hess Arm. So when he asked for an
immediate leave Of absence Il was
granted.
Upon bio arrival east altar spend
nS some time posing - =, man Of.