The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-05-03

got a year. 1t would do her good, the
Judge thought He wanted her taught
while she was in JAIL Taught? She
flung the spelling book at the lady
missionary's head and called her
few names that sent her running out
of the place with her hands before
her eyes.
after that there was no doing any
thing with Ida. The matron had
handled some tough characters in her
day, but she admitted that Ida ter
rorized the Jail, and, as you can't ,
fog a woman, she had the run OF |
the place She did what she wanted +
to, and we all looked forward to
the time when she would be set free. !
And we hoped that she wouldn't serve |
her next time in Edmonton.
1--WE learned afterward that Ida
and the lady missionary had got along !
very we'll together until the lady mis-
sionary asked a question that she
shouldn't have. She didn't understand
Ida, which wasn't to be wondered
at
Then Rev. Johann Haufer came
upon the scene. He was German,
as you might guess by the name, one
of those Moravian missionaries who
travel up end down the land and are
only equaled in devotion by the trav-
cling cures. He was tall, delicate
looking man of about thirty-five years,
with a thin face, blue eyes, lot OF
silky fiaxen beard He had heard OF
Ida, and wherever there was soul
in torment he liked to be there to
help.
81 shall never forget the meeting be
tween that mad girl and the gentle
looking padre.
WHO are you? she says, springing
to her feet and staring at him. And,
when he told her, l never heard such
abuse from woman's lips
thought it would have knocked Rev.
Haufer down, like it had the lady mis-
sionary. But it didn't bulge him an
inch.
"'You are in trouble, my dear girl,
he says There is something in your
mind that is troubling you. Yes. and
it won't give you any peace, neither,
until you out with it.
He got just so far when she sprang
at him like a wildcat. You see, she
had been badgered to death by people
who wanted to reform her; and then
she hated men anyway, not having
, met any but the worst specimens OF
them. We had to pull the padre away.
His face was all scratched and bleed
) ing.
But he came again the next day,
, and a week later, and at last he had
sort of awed the girl Didn't preach
to her or anything, but just asked her
: to tell him what it was that troubled
d her. We couldn't make it out at all.
We thought he had overcome her, the
cowed way she acted.
- Then he had to go away He new.
%% or came back to Edmonton, at least
not that year. We heard afterward
miles north, from one of the police
who said he'd seen the padre after the
accident, and that he didn't think he
could recover. That was after Ida
@ had served ten months.
I'VE let her out after ten months
i, glad to. First thing she did was to
- 90 looking for the padre, breathing
=, vengeance on the way he'd treated
- her, asking questions he knew wor
= ried her, about her soul, and all that
= Said she'd kill him if she got hold Of
- him. Then she found out he'd gone
North and was believed to have dice
:. there. Anyway, there wouldn't bt
:; any news of him for the winter, no
= until the police came down in tn,
- spring with their report.
m Ida disappeared from town. No
NJ body guessed she was going north t.
At kill what remained Of Reverend Haul
ia er. She disappeared completely from
os the minds of all. Edmonton wa
changing all the time and new face
NJ. succeeded the old ones.
az 1T must have been two years late
7 when who should turn up in town bu
"a Reverend Haufer himself. He locke,
an sort of changed. He'd grown stoutel
N filled out physically and spiritually
N too, should say; but he was as fin
man as ever
n $50 you wasn't killed? aske
ny him.
=. Not much. he answered. Nv
or got that bearskin at home What
=, Edmonton like?" he continued, II
in to have charge of the Moravian churc
~ here.
ng He'd given up the rowing life. Al
og parently his superiors wanted him I
by take hand in the care of the grow
a ing frontier town. He'd put up a
Shamus' hotel. and was starting on
ad to build a house on what was the
,w Main street. There it is. Pretties
no little place along the road, isn't il
da And he did it all himself-laid ever
TO stone and the carpentering was tn
no work of his hands besides.'
no Down the street came a burly, mi,
dle-aged man, accompanied BY
vi charming woman in middle life. Sb
an looked half-lndian. but there was hig
"a refinement in the sweet face and q
the noble forehead.
"a THAT washer" said the old frol
he tiersman in low tone. There ain
many know it now, and We old-timel
don't do much talking"
That was-Lida?" l demanded il
Z credulously.
q Fact, sir. Shed gone up north q
= SnOWShOeS go miles or moro. On