The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-23

surviving to define what impulse w..
STIRRING the witless Margaret.
Never mind. I'll tell Won wban
Su"e oack' replied the woman with a
sly laugh, and she darted awav
NeVa was on her feet in an inst.n.
one was greatly alarmed She 49, !
ou' .ne object of her anxiety disan-
pearlng through a hedge and ran !,
rapid pursuit of her -
Margaret darted through row :.
macs fringing the rear If tho No
vile place. Neva halted bes,tatina
ana undecided She sbrank 80
meeting Portia Manville The verv
name caused a great pang of main At
ner heart. Then, recalling some vic.
| lent escapdes of the mad woman che
ran on again. AS she peered tbrouob
the lilacs Neva witnessed a startline
scene preceded by wild Shrek
+! MAD Margaret had come I'D SOFTLY
behind Portia Manville. lust NOW
sne stood grasping in one hand the
iong iuxuriant braids of hair. In the
otner she waved the keen slitterinp
scissors threateningly.
Don't you cry out again." her voice
sounded harshly because if Won do !
will stab-stab!"
What-what do you want?" fall
tered the frightened and trembling
Port1a, shrinking in dread from the
brandished weapon.
i am going to cut off your hair"
declared Margaret determinedly. ITS
so beautiful. Besides that I've got
TO have it. Little Nellie wants it, and
l must always get anything for her
that she wants"
Portia dared not stir. Her heart
sank at sense of her certain help.
lessness. She sickened at the thought
OF chance mar from those glitterins
, scissors on that faultless face. TIC
be shorn of her chief glory, those lone
. sllken tresses, was to bid adieu to a
| marvellous adjunct to her rare beauty
, See, Margaret" she faltered "the
pretty brooch | wear-or | will 90 tc
) the house and get you some money
Please don't cut off my hair"
!, Take care! take care," warned hel
captor, you're stirring. I've got t.
have your hair. I've made Nellie :
great rag doll and want to put rea
i hair on its head. Light hair, colder
. and shining, just like yours
. The scissors made a snip With
n frightful scream Portia tried to tea
|. away from her prosecutor Instant
e Margaret ierked her back, never re
g taxing her hair, but holding her hea
a tightly, raised the scissors, the blade
crossed till they became a dangerou
dagger.
mot the hair now!" she cried, 10:
ing all control of herself Its yol
If | let you go now, you'll tell on m
and | shall be locked up again
mo, no" choked the nearly il
sensible Portia
I've got to kill YOU
Just as the cruel blades were d
scending, Neva reached the spot. Sh
grasped Margaret by the shoulder
with all her force, tore the scissor
from her hand. and threw them as f;
as she could away from her.
Then placing her arm about IL
poor distracted creature, she soothe
her gradually, promised her son
false hair her aunt had, and gent
drew her away from the place.
Just before dusk that evening Pc
tia Manville came over to the Throt
home There was strangely subdu'
expression in her face. Well the
. might be! BY some strange fate, Oh
: hour after her rescue by Neva, a Il
ter had come that had changed
the tenor of her emotions
It was from the only man she h;
ever loved, still loved, just releas
from a penal institution. He had e.
. bezzled to make her expensive pre-
I ents: now he was free. He appeal
y to her for the sake of the old love.
"You saved my life" said Port
coldly as ever, but with her restle
soul a volcano, Il am going aw
ad from here tonight forever, and 81
hit you back-Dolph Merrill"
Copyright, 1918. by W. G. Chapman