The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-03-03
WHITE ACRES
BY EoWINA FAxoN-


the edge OF singing wind, but II
spite OF her bravery tears EeIIed II
n Kathleen's eyes She had turned
a corner and come il sight OF the
old house, tesolate II the midst OF a
dreary late November landscape, and
the house brought hack recolIections
that were hard to bear
A touring car stopped at the gaia
and a man got out Miss Lowell,
believe he said.
Yes" she answered abruptly.
He came Up on to the veranfa be.
side her. Il am Horace Davidson.
and represent the Burlington and
HarrTeiI road. But I've 10 doubt you
have already guessed ny IDENTITY.
In sorry Z kept you waiting. We
had blowout. Deucedly cold, isut
it Shall We 60 inside
Il IS colder IN there Besides, cur
business IS outside I believe.
The Wind vas screaming 50 he had
to stand quite close 10 catch her
words Al Gncounoaly pretty girl.
By love ae said 70 himself
A shrtu whistle sounded IN the dis
lance, and both turned quickly. 4
big i1tergr5an trolley car appeared
around tk= curve OF TIE road and sped
on raised track across the open
space below them.
The suit comes gp next week. I
believe began Kathleen.
Unless you change your mind and
have 10 Withdrawn.
WAY Should r."
To begin with, don't think you
have MUCH chance
Is there 10 Justice IL the world,
then What are courts for.
Justice ne answered. No Judge
can see WAY strip Of track should
do any damage to a farm
Perhaps he can see it II it is e1.
planned TO him that the road got it's
right OF way under false pretense, that
the track cut my fathers farm in two
to begin with, and that the raising OF
It made it Impossible to pasture a
herd OF cows on one side with the
barn on the other A cuIyert would
have cost Us two thousand dollars,
and the company wouldn't pay 1t.
Further, when he saw in despair that
his big dairy farm was ruined. began
TO have visions OF summer hotel
and petitioued the company for a sta.
ton. But that was refused, too. He
was ruined financially and in health.
He was too old to stand the blow,
and he died
Horace Davidson was silent awhile.
Then, Why don't you sell the place."
4 would IL could. No one will
have it With that ugly raised track in
the wrong place.
He saw that she was shaking with
emotion ard cold. Miss Lowell" he
said more kindly. after all it was
foolish Of me to ask you to meet me
out here. We can talk better in my
Office in town
The next morning, Horace Davidson
was having trouble about a button
which had disappeared from his over.
coat.
Evelyn he begged his married
sister. will you sew button on my
overcoat if you happen to have any.
thing at all that will match
Such shiftlessness, Where's y5;ir
tailor Take it up to the sewing
room, the proper place for such oper.
atoms. You'll find someone there.
So Horace went upstairs and along
a hall to remote corner OF the great
house, whe.e he had vague idea the
sewing room was. An open door
through which lignu hone and the
faint whir Of machine gere his
guides. and he soon found himself
watching girl, her head and shout.
ders bent over the machine, a dark
island in pillows upon pillows OF
snowly-white stuff.
Il beg your pardon" said Horace.
The whir stopped and the girl
looked around. 1t was Kathleen Low.
ell. She sprang up, instantly recoz.
nizing him. Mr. Davidson H.
you startled me! Won't you ait
down."
Thank you. Miss Lowell u 49,,
destined to meet IN uSi,a 800 -
though I must saw TITS 1.r.4s,.-a
warmer than the las. os,a - :,
plain my errand this t.na va, 80,
to come here m bara -, -,
on. May I beg t6a sag.r, -, ,,,.
out the coat he ha4! been ,.,iss,, N
his arm.
Kathleen a.saat ,-.,r.,,. ~
do it RICH, away F.a,. -.n 10 ,rt