The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-08-15
The Other Side
Of the Wall
And Different Kinds
of Love
By CLARISSA MACKIE

lance. while the legs looked like tele-
graph poles. Leaning on a fence in
closing yard about a cottage beside
the road was young girl. Her feet
were on the bottom rail, her head and
shoulders being above the top one.
You're looking mighty pretty to-
night" said the young fellow.
The girl snickered.
The setting sun shining on that hair
Of yours makes 1t look yellow enough
to be pure gold"
THAT must be what you're looking
for"
"What?'
Gold. When you get girl you can
be sure she'll be the daughter of some
rich farmer"
your dad isn't rich farmer" re-
piled the young man softly.
HIN. l wasn't talking about my
self"
Whom were you talking aboutT'
well, there's Lizzie Blake"
There was no reply to this for the
moment. He seemed to be thinking.
Il thought" he said presently. that
you and Lizzie we're thicker than two
peas In pod"
well, what has that to do with 1t ?"
why, l didn't think you would be
Jealous Of her"
Jealous? Who's jealous"
"Oh, you're not, Ell? Maybe you
don't care who keep company with"
"Of course don't"
"Then / reckon I'll keep company
with Lizzie
"You can just do that as long and
as soon as you want to; don't care"
The young man gave a tug at the
halters Of the horses and moved on a
few steps, when he stopped, turned
and looked back at the pretty figure of
the sixteen-ye ar-old girl gilded by the
last rays of the setting sun.
did you mean that?" he asked.
Eyes, l did," was the reply I'm a tone
so bitter that 1t would have said plain
ly to any one except the person to
whom 1t was addressed that she did
not.
His only reply was another yank at
the halters, and, turning again, he led
the horses to the barn, fed them, made
their beds and left them for the night.
As for the girl, she went into the
house and that night when she went
to bed she cried herself to sleep.
These two had been brought up side
by side and had arrived at the mating
age. A few days before the young
man had kissed another girl on finding
a red ear at husking. And so what
was about to happen did not happen.
Fate makes many sudden turns.
IF were a man." said Amelia Ped
diford impressively, II would be
tempted to use strong language!'
Don't mind me, Aunt Amelia" grin
ned her nephew. Don't let your sex
bar you from any Of the privileges of
the
"Fiddlesticks! snapped Amelia, quite
restored to good humor. tom, what
would you do about Donald Browns
chickens?"
Catch 'em and eat EN-" said the
practical Tom. "If they come into
your garden and eat your lettuce and
scratch up your corn eat 'em. They're
fattened on your food, so to speak"
II wouldn't do that" said Amelia
thoughtfully, "but was wondering II
you wouldn't go over and speak to
Donald about it"
Certainly" agreed Tom. And is
old Browns pretty niece stopping there
now?"
Linda, you mean2"
Eyes; pretty Linda Brown" said Tom
sentimentally.
"No."
Then l won't go-er-yes, l will.
Aunt Amelia. shall l tell Mr. Brown
that you, president of the Woman's
Suffrage society Of Blankton and a
stern believer that woman is the equal
of man, have sent me, mere
man. over to growl at him for permit
ting his chickens to invade the sacred
precincts of your gardenT
Tell him anything you please" sigh.
ed Amelia YEARLY.
Tom stepped through the open win
dow and walked down a box bordered
path to the high brick wall that sep
arated the two places and provided
tangible evidence that the old friend
ship between the Browns and the Ped
difords was no more.
And It had all been on account Of
marauding chickens on the one hand
and Amelia's pet ram on the other side
OF the fence
Tom knew a weak place in the wal
and kicked out brick to gain a foot
hold. The brick assailed Donald
Brown upon his rheumatic foot as he
hobbled among his old fashioned flow
ers
Mr.. Brown did not call for a substi
tute. He roared for himself.
He greeted Toms handsome face
over the wall with dark, frown.
"You young rascal! What do yor
mean by throwing bricks at met" ht
growled.
I'm sorry. Mr.. Brown, but 1t was al
accident, / didn't know you werC
there" Tom swung himself around
balanced for = moment and dropped 1