The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-20

He was obliged to let 1t 60 at that;
but when they reached the phaeton
and the horse-holding clerk had been
relieved, he spoke of another matter.
I'm little worried about Ken
meth" he told her "He came down
this morning looking positively
Wretched, but he wouldn't admit that
he was sick Have you seen much of
him lately?"
Not very h"-guardedly-"Did
you say he had gone homer"
Il don't KNOW whore he has gone
lie left here about half an hour before
Nyu cline. and haven't seen him
since"
And you are worried because he
doesn't look woll?"
Not altogether on that account. I'm
afraid he is in deep water of some
kind. | never saw person change as
he has in the past week or SO. You
know him pretty well. and what big
heart he has?"
She nodded, half mechanically
'Well there have been times lately
when I've been afraid he'd kill some.
body-in this squabble of ours. you
know. He has been going armed
which was excusable enough, under the
circumstances-and night before last.
when we were walking uptown togeth-
, err, l had all / could do to keep him
from taking pot-shot at fellow
who, he thought, was following us. |
don't know but I'm taking all sorts
Of unfair advantage of him, telling you
this behind his back. but"
"No; I'm glad you have told me.
Maybe I can help"
He put her into the low basket seat,
and tucked the dust-robe around her
! carefully. While he was doing 1t he
| looked up into her face and said: I'D
love you awfully hard for what you
have done today-if you'd let me-
1t was like her to smile straight
into his eyes when she answered him.
when you can say that-in just
that way-to the right woman. you'll
find great happiness lying in wait
for you, Edward. dear" And then she
spoke to the Morgan mare and dis.
lance came between.
As once before, in the earlier hours
Of the same day, Miss Grierson took
the roundabout way between the Ray.
mer plant and Mereside. making the
I! circuit which took her through the
college grounds and brought her on,
at the head of upper Shawnee street
The Widow Holcomb was sitting on
her front porch. placidly crocheting
when the phaeton drew up at the
curb.
"Mr. Griswold." said the phaeton's
occupant. May l trouble you to tel
him that I'd like to speak to him q
| moment?"
Mrs. Holcomb, friend of the Ray
mers, the Farnhams, and the Oswalds
and own cousin to the Bars. was o.
the perverse minority; and, apar
from this, she had her own opinion o.
young woman who would wait at the
door of a young mans boarding hous,
and take him off for a night drive t.
goodness only knew where. and from
which he did not return until good
ness only knew when So there was M
stitch missed in the crocheting wher
she said. stiffly: mir. Griswold ism
/ in. He hasn't been home since morn
ing"
Miss Grierson drove on. and tn,
most casual observer might have re
marked the strained tightening of tn,
lips and the two red spots which cam
and went in the damask-peach cheeks
But it was not until she had reache,
Mereside. and had gained the shelte
Of the deserted library. that speed
came.
20 pitiful Christi" she sobbed. dror
ping into chair and hiding her fac
in the crook Of her arm: he's done /