The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1913-01-10
IT WAS PApA's IDEA
And It Went Awry as Papa's
Ideas Usually Do in Love
Affairs.
By DONALD ALLEN.


Those who had known Mr.. Forbush
for a single year-and there were
many who had know him for a dozen
or more-would have laughed at the
idea of his scheming He had money
lent out, and the interest on it, to-
gether with the dollars he made as a
notary and other ways, kept the little
family going In nice shape. There was
no usury In lending the money. and II
the borrower couldn't return 1t on the
date recorded he was granted more
time.
Mr.. Forbush paid his debts II he
made any. had a pew in church. and
never wrangled with his neighbOrs
about religion or politics. He went
around very quietly, smiling at all and
there wasn't baby in the town with
less guile than he, Judging by his face.
In his home life he was loving father
and fond husband. One might az
we'll look for thunder without clouds
as for such man to scheme, and
against his own family at that
AS Miss Jennie Forbush was by far
the handsOmest girl in the town she
had plenty of admirers. She wasn't
girl to be won by money. but as she
would get little or nothing from her
father it was only natural that she
should do a bit OF thinking now and
then. Scarce one Of the young men
about her could have shown hundred
dollars laid by. It's nice to be in love,
and it's nicer to be married. but the
landlords expect their rent, and gro
GERS and butchers must be paid.
Mr.. Forbuss could not help but
know that his daughter was sought
for, but he was only mildly interested
Once in awhile he and his wife talked
the matter over bit and went as far
as to hope that Miss Jennie would
make good match, but they said very
little to her on the subject. They did
not know when or how young Gilbert
Dale came into the field, and the
daughter did not enlighten them.
Gilbert Dales father was re.
spected citizen Of town ten miles
away. The son wasn't respected so
much. He was twenty-three years old.
and staid old members OF the com.
munity in which he lived held up
their hands In horror when he came
racing by In his auto. or they heard
that he had participated In another
wine supper. Nothing at all vicious
about him, but just going the pace
till something should happen to bring
him up short An old hen and a
young man must turn around few
times before t"sy can settle down
In due time young Dale got part
Of what was coming to him. He was
racing his auto along country road
all alone, and acting as his own
chauffeur, when the machine suddenly
swerved and he was thrown out to roll
down the bank and into river where
the chances of stunned man for be-
ing drowned were nine out Of ten
Miss Jennie Forbush was no heroine
She had never even scratched the kero.
sene can from the hands OF her moth.
er as the latter was about to hurry
up the fire II she had ever even read
OF heroines she had not sighed 70 be
one. Yet, when the critical moment
came she went at it as il she had
played the part many seasons. She
was on her way to visit girl friend
living a couple Of miles outside the
| town, and she was on the spot when
| the accident occurred. Down the
bank she went after the young man,
and at some peril to herself dragged
him ashore before it was too late.
Miss Forbush had saved Mr.. Dale's
life. Why shouldn't she fall in love
with him? Mr. Dale was grateful and
full of admiration Why shouldn't he
say as In the play: My life belongs
to thee?"
At anS rate they met again, and
again, and II was a cause for wonder
how the young man settled down and
mended his ways. Even his mother
said that the change was something
beyond her to figure out
And now came the scheminR. Mr..
Jason Brush was widower OF the vii.
lage. He had been for fifteen years
when he had a dream one night that
he ought to get married again. The
dream made great impression. and
he went to his minister with II. The
good man heard the particulars and
replied:
Il can't say that am a believer in
dreams have dreamed that the con.
gregation raised my salary and ,aid
it cash down as fast as due, but moth.
ing Of the kind followed"
But the voice was SO plain" sighed
the caller
Did it tell you to marry the widow
Spicer?"
No sir. Why parson she is Older
than be-"
Was any name mentioned,"
Il can't remember"
Just told you that you opyh, :.
get a second wife,"
That's all. Do you think /, u..
my dead wife talking to me FROM
heaven"
Hardly" was the dry reply. BET.
ter wait and see II you don't DIRE, ~
the same dream again and get a nama