The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-03-18

out you.
Beth stared aghast at this recep
ton. 1T was evident that Mrs. MARSH
had mistaken her for some otner eA
pected person. In a few words she
explained who she was and the oisas
, ter that had befallen her finances.
I'm awful sorry. Miss Tilton, saio
Mrs. Marsh when Beth had finished
her story, "and it seems too bad tna'
you have to lose your vacation after
all-if It was out Of the season !
tell you to stay any way. but were
crowded, of course, and every room
is engaged. l can rent yours tomor
row."
"Of course will pay you for the
day or SO 1 shall remain" explained
Beth.
my land-I wish you was a walt
ress-I'm so short Of help" bemoaneo
Mrs. Marsh, suddenly turning to
subject that appeared to be on hei
mind. annie Brian left yesterday
and u sent to Beechmont for another
girl, and I've been expecting her by
every train. To tell you the truth,
thought you was one"
Wouldn't do?' asked Beth.
"You wouldn't want, though itf
honest work, Miss Tilton," said Mrs
Marsh, eagerly.
Trl do it," agreed Beth. "if you
will allow me to spend every after
noon out of doors after ! have nm
ished my work In that way | can
pay for my vacation and get some
good from it, too"
THAT will suit me-now, what shall
call your"
you might call me Lizzie" smiled
Beth. I'm glad brought plenty Of
plain cotton dresses along. If you
will lend me some aprons I'll begin
now"
mot until you've rested. Armies
little room is clean and cool and you
60 lie down and rest till 5 o'clock
Drink a glass of buttermilk first ano
help yourself to cookies from the jail
on the table there"
Thus Beth Tilton began her strange
vacation, which was half work. She
did not write home to her family anc
tell them of her loss and how the
vacation money had vanished after all
They would be disappcinted-theI
had all helped to get her of. She
; wrote of the pleasant people who
were stopping there. of the games o.
tennis end croQuet. of the fishing II
the lake, the long tramps over hill
and dale and of long afternoons which
she spent in hammock under the
apple trees in the orchard.
She tod them about Bruce May
nard. who was stopping at Wildwood
J Farm for a few weeks. She mentioned
+, what he had said to her in man!
/ interesting conversations held undel
the apple trees. but she did not tel
them that some Of the feminine
boarders were shocked at his atten
lions to the pretty young waitress
and how she had 1t last been obllgee
to avoid him.
| Then one day Bruce Maynard wen
away and life at the farm became
very dull for Beth. but she continued
I to be the best waitress that Mrs
Marsh had ever employed and sh'
was we'll liked and courteously treate,
by all the boarders.
At last came the FIRST Of Septembe
ord x,fth a. v,;%co,~>d eh> d.Do ~ =, -.
Of the last boarder. Mrs. Mars hin
sisted upon Berth assuming her prope
name and position. The cook wa
able to manage all the work now ant
there followed q week Of idleness.
She had paid her way and ha,
money in the handbag to pay her wa.
home, and yet she. was not quite hap
py. Life could never be the same Il
her after meeting Bruce Maynard. l
fate had been kinder she would hav'
! met him under more favorable condi
/ lions and there might have followe,
something more lasting.
The night before she was to leav
for New York Bruce Maynard cam
back. He found Mrs. Marsh sittini
alone on the front porch.
! "I've come back to marry you
waitress, Lizzie Tilton." he sal
bluntly. where is she?"
"She's gone" smiled Mrs. Marsl
demurely. I'm her place IL Miss Bet
Tilton-who really came here to boar
with me, but took a waitress position
because she had her pocket picked o.
the train"
where 10 she~ insisted Magyar
Just a. II he had not heard her 81
PLANTATION.
II believe she - watching the sur
set from the orchard fence"
But before Mrs. Marsh could CON
plete the sentence Bruce Magyar
had darted around the corner Of tn
house and disappeared.