The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-09-10

coldly aloof, and discourage any atten-
tions.
But today when l read her letter
urging me to come to HONEYWELL for
the month of August, l mutinied, for
there was the inevitable postscript:
ooh. Allene, Tom has invited the
dearest man in the world-next to
himself-to spend the month with US!
We met him when we went west last
winter, although Tom used to know
him long ago in college. He's just
your sort of a man.
My sort Of a man, indeed; / don't
know, myself what sort that may be.
] sat down in white heat Of anger,
and laid bare my pent-up feelings to
Nan
received in reply such dear little
note from Nan. She was so sorry
and she would not match-make any
more. She and Tom had recOnciled
themselves to the idea that | was
heart-whole and fancy-free, and would
probably remain so, so | telegraphed
that would start tonight.
When | reached the little station
near HONEYWELL. MY heart failed me
at beholding, in waiting with Nan and
Edgar. man, big and brown. He was
introduced to me in careless way by
Nan as Mr. Saltern | was treasured
when she bade Edgar occupy the front
seat of the touring car with him, and
she and | took the back seat
"Who is he?" I asked, in forbid
ding way.
only Edgar's tutor" she replied
"The lad got so behind in his studies
last year when he went with us, that
Tom engaged this man to coach him"
We had a lovely evening There
was a soft misty rain-what Edgar
called "drizzle-drazzle," and we all
spent the evening within. Mr.. Saltern
seems to be quite en- fannie. He Is
such a strapping, manly fellow, I
shouldn't think tutoring would be his
line
never had such a delightful week
at HONEYWELL. Such quiet, restful
time. am studying Spanish with Mr..
Saltern and Edgar. We three 90 on
excursions together. Edgar explores
the woods and the river while his tn.
tor and | sit on fallen log and he
reads Spanish
Tomorrow Is my last day at Home
wild in peace and comfort, for Nan
has invited some people down. shall
continue to devote most of my time to
Spanish, however as I am making
such progress, and enjoy the study SO
much, but 1t won't be quite the same
with curious people about We are 60
ing for our last row on the river TO-
night.
We went far up the river last night,
and drifted back He didn't have to
row. The light from a moon of pale
orange shone deep down in the river.
and somewhere off In the wooded
shores. a mans rich tenor voice was
ringing forth. the notes falling with
caressing cadence. We were talking
seriously about life, and the end OF my
visit. and then. don't remember how
he told me. but the orange moon, the
lights In the river, the soft tapping of
the water against the boat, the dis
tant song and what he whispered to
me were all blended into one beauti-
ful whole.
After awhile he talked seriously
again. this time about himself and
his-I mean prospects. It seems
he has big business, but it has come
TO standstill pending the issue OF a
lawsuit, and in the meantime he IA
tutoring Edgar. In the fall he will
be in position to 60 on with his bust.
ness, and at Christmas | am going to
his home with him
! | told Nan this morning while ba
had gone to the station with Tom n
bring back the guests. To my surprise
she was greatly pleased. Then she
looked little frightened.
oh, Allene, | don't know how n
tell you, but he isn't Mr.. Saltern. He
isn't Edgar's tutor-don't look 90
stern, dear but he is"
Jim Wilde, Toms friend" replied
calmly.
On Ailene. how did you know? He
told me he hadn't confessed vet"
Tell me first why he is here in.
cognito." '
he was here when your awful let.
Ter came, and l didn't know what 70
10. l read it to Tom, and he inst
roared, and handed it to Jim and tbav
nxed UP this scheme. 1t WASN'T W.
plan | felt guilty, but you were how.
: it." uiun spou
And So after all, had mate,
maze Tor me by my sister-in.law