The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-03-16

lege boys from the north After one
+! glad yell to rouse the adjacent vii
| lage, they took counsel together as to
where Brooke lived, how to reach
where Brooke lived, and what to do
when they had found Brooke.
He said he'd meet US with a trap,
or something at the station" Brix-
ton said. Said his place was down
along the Chesapeake shore"
Tidy little green bungalow, set in
a nest OF trees sang Tip. the kid Of
the lot. Place where no female of
the species ever intrudes her archly
lifted nosetip. Place where We may
wear our bathing toys all day long,
and no man may say us nay. Place
where food is cheap and plentiful, and
We may hunt the merry piscatorial
game by day or night as the mood
seizes us. Rah for Brooke!"
Good old Brooke. Fine old boy!"
chanted the rest in chorus, when sud
denly by common consent. they ceased
and stared at the far side of the sta.
ton platform. There was trap, a
black and yellow affair. very smart,
very practical. a mode Of conveyance
that bore the hallmark of Brooke all
over 1t. Even the horse bore it, a
deep chested bay, with reaching
nose, and impatient feet. neither
bobbed nor checked up. just 'all
horse" as Tip said.
The crowd discussed not the situa-
ton. Here was Brooke's equipage.
Somewhere on the horizon line was
Brooke. They made a rush for the
trap and piled it up with suit cases
A lone pickaninny watched them with
attentive curiosity. from the edge OF
the platform.
"Er-say, boy, do you know where
| Mr.. Brooke isl" called BriXton
He didn't come on dis train, sab
"Oh, he didn't? Then this was sent
to meet him. Who drove it,
"Ah did, sab"
You shy eyed chocolate drop
watching us elope with your boss en-
tire turnout. Come and drive us to
the place where this trap belongs
The boy obeyed, and the trap
swung around down the side road
over little bridge and into the shore
country. Finally. when the wheels
began to sink in sand, they drew w
before broad low cottage, mostly
piazza
TITS winsome spot and home
like" said Tip Tune up, lads"
NN1arn,,,,1, 10 a
sonorous yell of their home college
broke on the still, hazy afternoon
We will bide wee until Brooke
arrives. Maybe We'll get supper fol
him. I'm starved now. Let's rustic
for supplies"
THE boys going back with the
trap" announced another. Hi, there
where you going?"
Have to meet de next train" came
back wavering reply They stood
alone on the curving shore. No signs
of life appeared about the cottage
Setting their suit cases on the verands
the boys followed on to the kitchen
! by united and harmonious impulse
THE icebox is jammed with truf
fes and trifles. Also, one colo
roast ham. and some remains OF friet
chicken, also"
Brixton stopped, as center rusl
swept over him towards the ice box
The feast was spread on the top O
the ice box for convenience in han
ding. "a buffet luncheon" said Tip
| hl;fhaly en- prpnEa hn AM n1f
boy? 'Rah for Brooke once more"
Richly the shout swelled out OF
the air. AS it died away, Brixtor
held up one finger.
Anybody hear sound above?"
Nobody had. There didn't seem t
be any above-garret, attic, or other
WISE After the feast, the boys played
college melodies on Brooke's guita
and mandolin and lounged around OIL
the couches. Then Tip proposed {
swim Suits We're hauled out of tn,
luggage and arrayed like line up o
animated barber poles they went dowi
to the shore, leaving their clothes a
the cottage.
And while they splashed in thu
beautiful waters of old Chesapeake
suddenly Brixton said cautiously:
Look at the dormer window"
There were two dormer windows t
the cottage They had not noticed
them before. White muslin curtains
fiuttered from them, and just beyon,
was a face. a girls face, looking dowl
at the swimmers with mirth and any
iety, too. Brixton at once stopped hi
side stroke, and started in shore, Blu
, the face vanished. Counsel was held
Tip recalled that Brooke had said b,
had a pretty sister. In fact. as TIP
J memory warmed up to the tax pu
upon it, he remembered that Brook
had said he had the finest sister II
the world, and the best locker. too.
Blonde or brunette?" queried Farms
less, sarcastically.
Medium" Tip swung back prompt
ly.
shes probably unprepared for on
coming" Brixton said. Maybe TAX
ing a siesta. and wakened to find
bunch of blooming dolphins cavortinl
in her front aquamarine garden. so u
! speak. I'm going to apologize"
Your clothes are on the ice box
Tip put in cruelty You're a pictur,
In that green and pink outfit. Tr.
wireless"
"If t'were done when it were done
then t'were well it were done quick
ly." chirped Randy Phelps, the col
iege bard Go on. Bixy. Don't mint