Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-01-20

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doing the little l can to express it,"
he answered. II would like to make
every dollar 1 have tell you in some
wav that 1 love you. That's how l
feel and you might as well know It,"
"But l do not love you, Mr.. Davis
LET me try to make you love me-"
he pleaded. SIS there any reason why
1 shouldn't"
eyes. If there were no other rea-
son, l love a young soldier who Is
fighting in the Seminole war in Flor
ida under Col. Taylor"
"Well at least, you can let me take
the place Of your father and shield you
from trouble when / can"
'You are a most generous and kind
" mani" BIN exclaimed with tears
in her eyes.
So he seemed to be, but he was q
of those men who weave a spell like
that of an able actor. He excited
convictions that began to
change as soon as the curtain fell.
He was no reckless villain of romance.
If he instigated the robbery of the
south-bound mail wagon, of which the
writer of this little history has no
shadow Of doubt, he was so careful
about 1t that no evidence which would
satisfy a jury has been discovered to
this day.
On account Of the continued illness
of her mother BIN was unable to re-
sumo her work in the academy. she
took what sewing she could do at
home and earned enough to solve the
problems of each day. But the pay
ment coming due on the house in De-
cember doomed ahead of them. 1t
was natural. in the circumstances,
that Mrs. Kelso should like Mr.. Davis
and favor his aims.
Mrs. Kelso's health had improved
slowly so that she was able then to
spend most of each day in her chair.
One evening when Davis sat alone
with her, she told him the story OF
BIN and Harry Needless bit of
knowledge he was glad to have. Their
talk was interrupted by the return OF
BIN. She was in a cheerful mood.
When Mr.. Davis had gone she said
to her mother:
81 think our luck has turned. Here's
a letter from John T. Stuart. The
divorce has been granted. I am going
to write to Harry and tell him to
hurry home and marry me If he wants
to. Don't say a word about the d.
vorce to our friend Davis. / want to
make him keep his distance. 1t is
hard enough now"
Before she went to bed that night
she wrote a long letter to Harry and
one to Abe Lincoln, thanking him Tor
his part in the matter and telling him
of her fathers death, of the payment
due and of the hard times they were
suffering. Two weeks passed and
brought no answer from Mr.. Lincoln.
The day before the payment came
due in December, a historic letter
from Tampa, Fla, was published in
the Democrat. 1t was signed Robert
Deming, private, Tenth cavalry" 1t
gave many details of the campaign In
the Everglades in which the famous
scout, Harry Needles, and seven of
his comrades had been surrounded
and slain. When Mr.. Davis called at
the little home in La Sale street that
evening he found BIN in great dis
tress.
81 throw up my hands," she said.
II cannot stand any more. We shall
be homeless tomorrow"
mo, not that-so long as | live" he
answered. 81 have bought the claim.
You can pay me when you get ready"
He was very tender and sympa-
thetic.
When he had left them BIN said to
her mother: "Our old friends do not
seem to care what becomes of us.
1 have no thought save for you
and the baby. I'll do whatever you
think best for you two. I don't care
for myself. My heart is as dead as
Harry's.