The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-01-04

about eight CLOCK tonlgnt, sdiu 49,
lit. 81 might be able to help you
know yourself You have trouble III
YOUR heart mademoiselle l can
trace il in the third line Of your right
hand running from the Mount OF
Hercules to the Oasis of Luna.
And with these enigmatical words
ne beat a retreat into his tent, leaV-
ing me decidedly annoyed and a III
tie Inundated.
krew he couldn't possibly nave
heard about me and George, because
our engagement had been kept pro-
found secret outside the family, anu
only the relations and the servants
knew about it. and they wouldn't nave
breathed a word to anybody. How
ever. began to get piqued by MT
ITS words. and about eight O'Clock
that night, finding myself-quite by
chance YOU understand-in the vlcln-
ity of Mr.. tits tent, thought | would
drop in to see whether there really
was anything in what he had sa'o
about the Mount Of Hercules.
Though it had begun to dawn on
me that l had had my hands IN my
muff and that he hadn't seen them
at all.
Mr. lit seemed to have been wait
ing for me, for hardly had drawn
near his tent when he was outside
selling me by the hands.
"You have come" he said Il am
glad you have come. Mademoiselle
you remind me of my dear friend His
Excellency Ching Foo, the grand
vizier of Tartary, who had fearful
quarrel with his wife last week over
the spending money. He came to me
! "'Mr. it, he said I have had a
row with my wife and wish l were
dead. She wants hundred yen a
week to buy her own clothes with
What would you do?'
I "'Give her two hundred | an
swered, and he saw the justice of II
and went away happy. They're recon
ciled now"
Mr.. tits views seemed sensible to
me, but all the while he was repeat
ing this absurd patter he kept
glancing back nervously over his
shoulder, as though he were expect
ing somebody. And as he ended he
made an abrupt little dive into the
tent and pulled the flap to. l heard
a murmur of voices inside, and I won
i dered whether I had happened along
when another couple was there.
And l was still wondering when
to my amazement, somebody put his
hands over my eyes.
! And now my heart began to pit-a
pat. Yes. it was George.
I'm so sorry, sweetheart" he said
81 see how wrong was to dance
twice with Florence Smith. I'll new
er look at her again. Mr. lit per
suaded me that l had been fool
Won't you forgive me. dearest?"
Well. was considerably hurt, but
then felt something being squeezed
over my finger, and it felt like that
half-hoop of diamonds, which I had
loved SO much, and which had in
tended to have enlarged the day be
fore l gave 1t back to George. Sc
what could l do?
We had the happiest time there
and then we decided that we ought IL
thank Mr.. lit. 1t seemed too wonder
full to be true. So we went up tc
the tent and called.
Mr.. lit seemed to be scolding some
body. thought. and he didn't hear my
voice. wanted to thank him and sc
! opened the tent door And who dc
you think were inside? Uncle VIII
and Miss Barrett.
Uncle Will was on his knees be
fore her. and her face was as hare
J ms stone Just then Uncle Will saw
us, and he sprang to his feet, lookinf
rather foolish
60 away. you young vipers." HI
beloved. What do you mean b,
intruding upon-why, it's little Lydia
And George!"
Somehow instinct told me just wha
to do at that moment. went up tt
Miss Barrett and kissed her ant
placed her hands in Uncle Wills.
Suddenly Miss Barrett's face soft
ened. and a minute later she wa
crying in Uncle Wills arms. incl,
Will said afterward that it must hav,
been the force of our example.
think this was correct. But woult
you ever believe that Uncle Will hat
hired Mr.. lit for the performance
That's what Aunt Rose Barrett TEN
pleton says. And Uncle Will doesn'
deny it. He says he's got such
good wife he doesn't want to remem
Der the trouble he had in getting her
Strangely enough, George sait
something like that to me yesterday
Copyright. 1914 by w. G. Chapman)
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