The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-04-26

| puiieo out OF Bel Air 1t left on til
station platform six husky, happy co
iege boys from the north. After on
glad yell to rouse the adjacent vi
lage. they took counsel together as I
where Brooke lived, how to reac
where Brooke lived. and what to d
when they had found Brooke.
He said he'd meet us with a trar
or something at the station" Bri,
ton said. Said his place was dow,
along the Chesapeake shore"
Tidy little green bungalow. set il
nest OF trees, sang Tip, the kid o
the lot. Place where no female O
the species ever intrudes her archl
lifted nosetip. Place where we ma,
wear our bathing toys all day long
and no man may say us nay. Plac,
where food is cheap and plentiful, ant
We may hunt the merry piscatoria
game by day or night as the moot
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 a trap, s
black and yellow affair, very smart
very practical mode of conveyance
that bore the hallmark OF Brooke al
over 1t. Even the horse bore it, q
deep chested bay, with a reaching
nose, and impatient feet. neither
bobbed nor checked up, just al
horse, as Tip said
The crowd discussed not the situa
ton. Here was Brooke's euuipage
Somewhere on the horizon line was
Brooke. They made 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 is ?" called Brxton.
He didn't come on dis train, sab. "
oh, he didn't? Then this was sent
to meet him. Who drove it?"
All 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 up
before broad low cottage. mostly
piazza
lis winsome spot, and home
like. said Tip. Tune up, lads"
Whereupon the long drawn out and
sonorous yell of their home college
broke on The still hazy afternoon.
We will bide wee until Brooke
arrives Maybe Well get supper for
him. I'm starved nov. Let's rustic
for supplies
The boys going back with the
trap announced another iii, 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 veranda
the boys followed on to the kitchen
BY united and harmonious impulse.
The icebox is damned with truf-
fles and trifes Also. one cold
roast ham, and some remains of fried
also"
Rrixton stopped, as center rush
CIV
The feast was spread on the top OF
the ice box for convenience in han
ding. buffet luncheon. said Tip.
Isn't Brooke the fine old
boy. Rah for Brooke once more"
Richly the shout swelled out on
the air. As It died away Brixton
held up one finger
Anybody hear sound aboye?"
Nobody had There didn't seem to
be any aboye-garret. attic, or other
wise. After the feast the boys played
college melodies on Brooke's guitar
and mandolin and lounged around on
he couches. Then Tip proposed
swim. Suits were hauled out OF the
luggage, and arrayed like line up OF
barber poles they went down
o the shore, leaving their clothes at
he cottage
And while they splashed in the
beautiful waters Of old Chesapeake.
suddenly Brixton said cautiously:
Look at the dormer window"
There We're two dormer windows to
he cottage They had not noticed
hem before White muslin curtains
uttered from them, and Just beyond
vas face, a girls face. looking down
II the swimmers with mirth and anx-
ETY., too Brixton al once stopped his
ide stroke. and started in shore. but
he face vanished Counsel was held.
Zip recalled that Brooke had said he
lad pretty sister In fact. as Tips
memory warmed up 10 the tax put
Ipon IL. he remembered that Brooke
lad said he had the finest sister In
he world. and the best locker too
Blonde or brunette" queried Farms
ess, sarcastically
Medium, Tip swung back prompt
v
She's probably unprepared for our
oming. BriXton said Maybe TAX
ng siesta, and wakened to find
lunch of blooming dolphins cavorting
n her front aquamarine garden. SO TO
peak I'm going TO apologize
Your clothes are on the ice box. "
lip put in cruelty You're a picture
4 that green and pink outfit. Try
iireless"
II t'were done when il Mere done
hen t'were we'll it were done quick |
= chirped Randy Phelps. the col |
age hard Go on. RixV Don't nino