The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-08-15

unsteady. I'VE will go South soon
and see il we cannot WOO the roses
back to your cheeks"
Angela sighed YEARLY. Her father
alone, read the letter. Il pleaded for
an interview. II spoke of injustice.
justification. John Rushton tore IL 20
ribbons and ground his teeth.
Angela sat in the lonely garden one
afternoon a week later. Oh! where
was the roselit rapture OF the near
past. when love was hers? All life was
dull and expressionless. She bowed
her face in her hands and shut out all
save memory.
There was rustic in the hedge be-
hind her. She lifted her head. Her
heart stood still. She arose to her feet
swaying. her face white and drawn.
"Angela," spoke Lyle wyman and
held out his arms appealingly.
She drew rustic chair towards her.
She held it so 1t was barrier be
tween them.
"Ycu must not speak. you must go,
now and for all time!" she uttered in
panied fiuttering whisperings.
Yes, that is true" came the sad re-
signed reply, but / could not leave
you, home, friends, all, never to re-
turn without once more locking upon
your face. Dearest Angela, what does
it all mean? Why have been sudden
ly cruelty parted from you as though |
were pestilence?'
you must go, gol" family reiterat-
ed Angela, in all honor do not lin
ger. | only hope that time will heal
the wounds, that you will forget and
repent and-and become a man among
men. oh, leave me beseech OF you!
My soul is remit am dying!"
She felt that the words we're true.
/ A weak young girl. unaccustsmed TO
! that moment seemed to bulk up all
the agony and heartbreak she had suf-
fered, mute. obedient victim, for the
past few weeks. She tottered. He
caught her limp, swaying form and
supported her.
She had not tainted, but her senses
were reeling, and she was very nearly
at the point OF collapse. AS he held
her she waved her hand feebly and
her eyes distended.
GO. CO." she gasped. "See-my ia
thor!"
The next moment there came rush
past a line Of high bushes. A mar
burst through them with force, hu
man whirlwind
Father II is he-father, he is go
ing! oh, cannot say the words
love him SO! love him so! love
him sol" walled poor Angela, ant
swooned TO the garden seat
John Rushton was white to the lips
He faced the young man. his grea
hands gnarled. his eyes flashing dan
gerously, his giant frame fairly con
vulsed.
Col" he said. and posed as though
he would rush at the devastator of TIL
family peace.
Lyle Wyman cast one fond look a
the blighted flower on the garden seat
He was helpless to resent the dictate
OF stern. relentless destiny. A sol
choked him. He turned to leave, wit
bowed head and stricken soul.
Fulton, a few steps behind his mas
ter. caught the latter by the sleeve
sir, sir. this is not the mani" h
spoke rapidly.
What do sou mean?" challenge
Mr. Rushton furiously.
Not the one took TO the hotel-of
no. sirl"
Watt"
A dim suspicion of a possible erro
urged the utterance OF the wore
After the retreating Wyman MI
Rushton fastened.
, And then explanations, the truth,
wretched error revealed. Upon tina
inauspicious day in his life, just al
, preaching the village where he expec
, ed to see the parents OF his fiance,
a Telegram had reached Wyman. d
recting an immediate return to tn
, city OF important business.
His cousin, a weak, irresponsible
young man. was with him. He ha
given him his card and directed hir
to see Mr.. Rushton and explain tha
a later call would be made. TIL
4 cousin had fallen a victim to his HI
bitual inirmity He carried the lette
q OF dismissal TO Wyman.
When gentle Angela awoke II was {
find her lover anxiously awaiting he
A return TO consciousness-and to hal