The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1918-06-20
AN HONEST LAD
BY LoRA sIMMs.

VAAAAnAAAAAAV.
Mrs. Mapes always referred to her
two Bokharas and the Royal Baluch-
istan as "the rugs that Dustin ate up"
and lest anyone who heard her might |
surmtse that Dustin was q sort Of car
pet moth, she would 60 on to explain |
Just how on that August day, q half.
dozen years before, Dustin had first |
come up her poplar-lined driveway
staggering and STOPPING under the load
Of the rugs.
He approached her like any other |
peddler and proceeded to open his pack |
before her as she and the golden-haired
Ida sat stringing beans for dinner.
But right from the first Mrs. Mapes al
ways insisted she could see that there |
was something different In Dustin's
face. There was honesty and arnbi.
ton. She knew 1t from the start
Mrs. Mapes had heard the tale Of the
student working his way through col
lege so often that there must have been
something unusually earnest about
Dustin's appearance to have made him
rouse her sympathies as he did.
you wanted to enter this yearT she
asked, feeling Of the silky fneness Of
the rugs before her.
Eyes, yes" he faltered. II am lit
tie older than the average freshman
but you see am alone In the world;
genuine vegetable dyes all the way
through" he continued more glibly. II
can let you have the large one for a
hundred dollars-just what 1t would
cost at wholesale. That smaller one
could go at fifty. I'll give you the lot
for $780,"
Mrs. Mapes tried to conceal the look
that must have indicated her despair
even at the thought Of possessing that
much ready money. Then the inspi-
ration flashed through her mind. She
gave look at her daughter--Lida was
seventeen then.
II can't afford to pay you that mon
ey for Them" she said "But feel
that I must have those rugs. How
would this scheme strike you? We have
a large house here and we are near the
campus. | could take you in and give
you board and lodging for two years in
payment. You could eat out the price
Of the rugs"
Dustin was embarrassed, especially
because he knew that the golden
haired blue-eyed girl was watching him
intently. He hated to reject the offer.
Il am afraid that wouldn't 60 very
far" he said, however. II had hoped
to make enough on these rugs to put
me through college"
Mrs Mapes, with her glasses on, was
inspecting the threads Of the reverse
side Of the rug. Apparently the weave
suited her. "Well, then, make It board
and lodging for four years." And be-
fore giving the poor student time to &C
cept or reject this offer Mrs. Mapes
was dragging the rugs through the long
French windows that opened between
the veranda and the drawing room Of
her old.fashioned house.
So Dustin Lorrey went to board with
the Mapeses and SO the romance that
was inevitable began between Dustin
and Ida. Ida was just the sort Of
blue-eyed, golden-haired lassie that
might have been a college-town belle,
between the ages Of seventeen and
twenty-three or SO, had 1t not been for
Dustin.
After graduating, Dustin induced
Mrs. Mapes to listen to his story,
which was about as follows:
"When you made that offer to take
me In" he said, looking between
phrases back to Ida for encourage
ment, II tried to get out Of II, and
then-then I looked at Ida sitting be-
side you. It came to me that the best
thing could do was to accept your Of
fer and stay right here. So ! let the
gang know-told them II they made
any fuss about the rugs I'd have them
all exposed. And SO I stayed. The
rugs-well, they aren't exactly what
| cracked them up to be. They aren't
antiques and they were struggled.
Ida knew that told her. But 1t
was Ida that made me stick It out
and finish here before / told you, and
when / graduated and left here told
Ida that wouldn't come back till !
had made good and until could pay
/, you on the level for that long board
bill"
Mrs. Mapes had thrown her fat arms
around Dustin's neck. II always
knew you were an honest lad" she
said. IT knew 1t the first time saw
you. II wasn't half so bad to stick me
with those rugs as 1t would have been
/ TO 70 off and leave Ida here with
broken heart. That's what people
here say you did. But I knew you'd
come back. But don't you fret about
the board bill. Unless you've got to
send the rugs back to the customs
! people they're good enough for me-
Copyright, 1917 by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate)