The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1913-06-14

sparks OF electricity printed the latest
news and illustrated the happenings
Of the moment with moving pictures.
On the main tower OF the new CAPT
toll building "a colossal creation of
pure American architectural the Bell
Orchestra, comprising four hundred
players. played the march OF Com
ing Peace" a march that thrilled the
hearts with its melody, that elevated
the souls with thoughts of Heaven,
that drove away evil thoughts with it's
exquisite harmony and foretoId the
happiness awaiting beyond Resonant
horns spread the melody farther and
farther. until it soothed the mourning
people in neighboTing towns
The fourteen-hour San Francisco
limited had just slid into the central
depot of the Tube Lines; the broad
glass doors were flung open and the
passengers hurried out.
One of them, noticeable for his tall,
upright figure, clear eyes and bronzed
face, fastened to the helioboard; he
was followed by short man, whose
rotundity more than made up for his
lack of height. The tall man with the
bronZed face eagerly watched the
sparkling news, as he had been cut
off from any form of communication
on the Tube Line for fourteen hours.
The sparks at that moment were print
ing some uninteresting commercial
news, but soon the following notice ap-
peared:
The cremation or Ine ex-PresloenI,
Hannibal Prudent, will be held at 400
p. m. Thursday"
"Too late!" whispered the stranger
sadly, removing his hat. Friend San
tos, we are too late. How happy, how
contented he would have been had he
received the news / wanted to give
him personally before he left" He
took the arm of his friend. Come,
Santos, we have some hard work in
store"
They took the elevator to the aero
station of the depot, where they board
ed the south-bound aero bus. A few
minutes later they landed at the ter
race of the American Hotel.
The same morning Astra received
several committees offering their SYM
pathies and condolences. When the
last one had gone she sank exhausted
on a couch. She had rested but
moment when a servant brought in a
card. She sighed YEARLY and made
a motion of dissatisfaction when she
read the name "Ambrosio Hale"
The man was admitted. As he en-
tered he bowed deeply before the
weary girl who stood there in her
black gown, looking like an angel of
sorrow. The exquisite face had taken
on a new beauty through her affection,
which the newcomer quickly noticed.
It have come, my poor, suffering
girl, as a friend of your father. Dur
ing these days of sorrow your wom-
ans heart needs the aid of a strong
man. Your father honored me with
his intimate friendship, and want to
offer you my services
Thank you very much, Mr.. Hale.
Your kindness touches me. 1t is good
to know that there are friends upon
whom can count during these sad
days. My beloved father, however,
made such far-reaching arrangements
that I hardly think there is any need
of your assistance. But I thank you
with all my heart
With these words she offered her
hand to Hale, who retained it in his
grasp greedily.
Il also want to tell you something
confidential, my dear Astra: The Con-
tinental Club feels that this coming
election will bring the long expected
event-that is, the nomination of the
first woman President. And the eye
of the Continental Club rests on yeu!"
Astra smiled serenely.
Should the country select me for
it's executive, shall be glad to serve,
and I will do my best to carry out the
plans formed by my father for the fur
therance of the United Republics.
She looked at the man whose ferret
like eyes could not leave her face,
whose thick lips were parted, showing
row of cleaning teeth. In spite of
his handsome appearance Astra had
long ago discovered some bestial trait
in him, and had often wondered how
her father could extend his friendship
to such man. These thoughts fitted
through the brain of the girl, then an
afterthought came and she asked:
''Mr. Hale, can you give me any in
formation in regard to a place / can.
not find?"
~ viii do my best, my dear Astra,"
said Hale. IS Astra hesitated.