The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1918-06-20
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!: OUT OF THE FOG :
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BY M. Nee. MILLER.

.oads signpost doomed through the
tog. He was lost in a strange land
one made weird, even spectral. bv
thick white vapors. The earth was
dank and slippery and dead leaves n
the autumn woods on either side gave
OUT pungent, penetrating, almost
oVerpowering smell. He had loved II
as ne set out that morning for a day.
long tramp. II he had been weather.
wise ne would have stayed at the log
tavern Notwithstanding its rough fare
and lack Of comfort.
"Fallin' weather, shore as shootin'-
out reckon We be neither sugar ner
salt" the landlord had said with a
GUM face, yet half smiling, as he took
pay for his entertainment. Willard
had been glad to get away-so glad
It amazed him now that he could re-
vert longngly to the heaped log fire,
the bread Of pounded cornmeal, the
buttermilk and fried bacon that had
made his supper and breakfast.
He peered up at the cross-arms.
Once they had been lettered boldly. In
clear daylight the lettering might still
be legible. He felt for matches, struck
one-it flickered out. When he sought
another his case proved to be empty.
As he heard rapid hoof beats, then a
girls voice yainly crying, hushedly,
vet anxlously: "Are you there? was
so afraid Say something-quick-I
have felt lost this last hour"
Il am here, all right enough" Will
lard began. The voice interrupted JOY
ously: "Then make haste and get up
before me. I couldn't get the other
horse-but Selim carries double-and
won't mind the weight. He knows the
way. ! could have you ride behind
me-"
Willard mounted obediently, took
the relns from her, and held them
loosely, while she settled herself be-
hind him with a little relieved sigh,
saying: 1T would have killed me-
not to find you waiting. Yes-killed
me. The shame Of going to meet
/ laggard sweetheart! Oh! You must
be good to me always"
IT will-God helping me-" Willard
interrupted fervently. He felt her
tremble as she leaned lightly against
him, and slipped tiny bare hand with
In his free one. Clearly she mistook
him for the laggard with whom she
had planned to elope-as clearly 1t
would be the height Of cruelty to let
her discover her mistake, so long as
they were alone in this hidden world.
Selim was indeed a weight carrier
also evidently built for hunter. Bad
as the footing was, he went CALAMITY,
up hill, down dell, along levels Of slip
perry clay surface. Presently he whin-
MED, keen and shrill, and was an
swered from afar. At the sound, he
struck into a gallop, left the beaten
road, and cut across open woodland.
leaped a ragged brush fence edging
It, and held on to darker blur, evil
IDENTIFY q stable. Once again he called
to be answered In several keys. Al
most before they knew It, he fetched
up plump against paddock fence
across which heads were thrust In
welcome.
A Pickering lantern showed groom
approaching them-his figure gnome-
like In the light. "Whut all you done
brung back yere, ole Selim" he cried
affably. II knows 20 whicker-fur as
I kin hear It,"
"Tell your master it's-the runaway
couple-to oeme quick-with the II.
cense-he has tive won't get down"
the girl cried, clinging to Willard, her
voice tense and edged. Here, indeed,
was a crisis. Suddenly 1t flashed on
him that, as her husband, he might be
able to rid her Of home tyrants. SO
when the minister called to them from
his back piazza, ride upl Don't ex-
pect me to 20 out In the wet, do YER
Selim was duly guided to space q
yard In front Of him, and held steady
under a tight rein, while the mar
rage service was gone through. As
willard passed over a handsome fee,
the parson said: "Better spell your
name fer me, John, SOS ! may ct the
record plumb right. Baptis' Broth
ar Turrentine1l make big howdy-doo
over this piece Of work-and upset 1t
Of he can-don't want to give him q
chance"
aFollow this, then the spelling Is
hound TO be right" Willard said, hand
ing over a card.
The fog was lifting slightly. the rain
Stacked. Reluctantly Selim went
around to the house, down a ragged
lawn. to a stretch Of turnpike that
showed like a tunnel In the gloom.
Night had fallen-a few stars peeped
through. Also lights from a house OF
fair size little way of the road.
without a word Willard made for It
as silently, as masterfully he lifted
Ethel down. and started to knock, but
the door flew open before them. In
side an anxious, white-haired woman
'iN~ urr.boIt noor how