The Lakeland evening telegram., 1913-08-14
IT WAS so PUZztlNG
ey JOHN NEWTON.

Doboxy and Angyal were sitting On
the divan in the smoking room talk.
ing OF fair-haired lady. The still.
ness Of the night, the red light Of the
lamp on the armors. swords and
shields on the wall, the strong Turk
ish tobacco wrapped everything in the
room in = blue fog and led their imas.
nations into the empire Of mystery.
They talked Of many things in the ab.
| stract, though the principal subject Of
their conversation was . golden-hairsd
lady who Wa very real indeed.
You know that am madly tn love
with her" said Dobozy, the magnats.
When I see her ! have to use all my
sell. control not to throw myself at her
feet. But listen-last week we were
on our way towards the Turkish ruin
and It was getting dark - We return
d. she and / had walked . little
ahead Of the others. We stopped on
Q 'heidse to wait for them. Below %
the Danube was rushing and above
our heads the moon was shining.
Suddenly felt her hand gripping my
arm ana she said: Il can look into
your very sou - tfitlwere made from
glass. I can read every word writ
ten there. Surely you can also read
mine. No. rleass do not say any
thing" Strange words. you mnst
admit. I did not answer. The others
caught up with us. She was unusual
y quiet all the rest Of the evening.
Occasionally she looked at mo and
smiled sadly.
And what happened then?' asked
Angyal, the poet, very much interest
ed.
We arranged new excursion 70
BoolEstal, and then We drove home.
The next day we started out in six
carriages. She sat opposite and until
We reached Jause she was bubblins
over with good humor. There some
gypsies began singing their ugly mel.
ancholy songs. Her face had turned
quite pale and she bit her lips nervous,
ly. At last l did not dare say any.
thing more to her, for / felt her soul
was filled with bitterness. Suddenly
she arose and went away from the
rest Of US to sit down alone on q
bench in the wood. I followed hel
and noticed that her eyes we're full
Of tears and her face was convulsed
with pain"
"Irma, do tell me what is the matter
With your" / asked.
"She stamped her foot angrily and
said: Please leave me alone An
hour later she drove home alone with
out saying goodby to anybody. But
now comes the strangest part Of oil
When We returned we passed hen
villa. She stood on the balcony with
her sister waving her hand at us. and
when my carriage passed she threw
. red rose to me and cried Goodnight
Doboxy.' What do you think Of this
my friend? How am / to explain thl
sudden change in her treatment o.
me! She must have . secret. Blu,
what can it be?"
"a vezy interesting woman" sail
Ansyal. 1T would be something to ,
poet to look into her soul. Perhapl
he might be able to solve the riddla.'
Now, here is the real explanation
On the day Of the excursion to Roe1
stal Irma had just received . pair o
new shoes. which, Of course, she mus
put on right away. Until they reachs'
Jsuse. % long a. they were sittinl
In the carriage. everything was vel
but when she put her foot on u
ground she might have screamed viii
pain. She felt as II she were sittinI
on . crater Of glowing lava batnin
her fest in It. The others who N
ticed her distorted face began
question her and to put an end
this she walked to the bench in Ii
wood and when Dobosy did not leav
her alone even there she had an q,
tack Of nervous crying. At last tn
pain became SO unendurable that Oh
drove home. As soon % she got RI
Of the two instruments Of torture Oh
felt a. happy AZ ever before and he
happiness eliminated when she say
Dobozy driving by and she threw hil
the rose.
The next day the golden-hairsd O.
beautiful and charming - ever. prou
enaded in the park.
In front Of the bandstsnd she N
4 DoboEy. who at frst felt rather 20
barrassed, but Irma's bewitching sunlI
soon gave him back his courage.
An hour later Dobosy called on n
friend. the poet AngyaL In . buttsa
hole was . rose Irma had worn
tho n6fnans.s AZ som g - SSv n
fgyll hs burst ont:
II Congratulate me. old boy, lrma h
promised to be my wifa"
LII But neither Of the I've sver %
Eeseded In solving the riddls e6 Nh
EIrms Dobozys life.
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