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EVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAXD, FLA., JULY 13, 1914. MAN OF THE MASK MILDRED CAROLINE GOODRIDGE. When Robert Crandall and his pret ty wife adopted little Dot, an orphan child thrown on the world without a friend or relative, good old Dr. Dross, the minister, told them that a bless ing would surely come to them. Certainly pleasure and happiness did. When the prattling, lovable little tot was five years of age she had be come the light and joy of the childless couple. She was odd, but this origi nality lent a charm to her unusual personality. She would talk to a rose or a toad an hour at a time, in terested and fearless, weaving some pleasant Ideality about each object. The Crandalls had a pleasant home, but it had been left to Robert with a heavy mortgage on it. Work had been Black and they were forced to econo mize. They never grudged the little darling who had crept into their hearts so winr'ngly what the cost them, but they lioed prospects would grow better, so they might calculate on giving her an education as she grew up. ' A high stone wall separated the humble Crandall homestead from the grand Thorne mansion next door. Grand as was the spacious palace, i however, with its beautiful garden . space, it was a mere sepulcher In fact, the home of an afflicted and lonely 1 recluse. j Reuben Thorne was the mystery of Brocton. He was known as "the man j with the gray mask." He had come to the village about two years before tne present time in a closed carriage and had immured himself in the place he had bought, as if glad to find a remote and safe hiding place. Thorne lived entirely alone. Once a week a man came from the village to set the place in order. Otherwise Thorne performed the duties of cook and housekeeper Individually. He passed most of his time reading:. He never left the walled-in grounds until after dusk. Then he wore a gray silk mask that completely covered his face. Those who met him, even when darkness partially obscured his strangeness of appearance, were startled. Nervous women watched i I 111 1 II' Mil HIILi IlJk rt)k rT . The Strangely Mated Twain Would Wander Over the Garden. him as they would a bogy. Children shrank from him. Then the story came out that his face was a mass of disfiguring scars. It was told that in another part of the country, hand some, young, rich, he had loved a beautiful girl. A dark beauty whom he had never encouraged but who was mad after his love, in a fit of jealous rage precipitated a frightful tragedy. She stabbed his poor love to the heart, flung a bottle of corrosive liquid in his face" and then drowned herself. There was pity in the minds of many kind-hearted persons In the vil lage, but Thorne refused anr com panionship. One evenlne Mrs. Cran dall sent little Dot over to the place with a dish of the first strawberries of the season, newly-picked from their own home garden. Mr. Crandall and the masked man had got as far as bowing to one another, but only at a distance. The kind-intentioned Cran dall hope'd to break down the barrier of reserve with the recluse. He pitied his loneliness and hoped to become neighborly. A sharp scream caused Mrs. Cran dall to rush to the street a minute or two after little Dot had started on her errand. "Oh, my darling! my'darling!" she screamed, as she saw amid a cloud of dust a great touring car and an ex cited crowd gathering. "She is safe!" called out a voice suddenly, and the speaker and some others drew back as thsre emerged from amid the confusion the masked man. He carried little Dot in his arms. She was white with frieht. but smil- ing up at him murmuring lovingly "Oh, you good man to come just as I was being runned over!" A little lad followed with the dish I filled with dust and berries. Then 1 thpre were explanations. The auto mobile had borne down unexpectedly. tne masked man chanced to be at his garden gate. He shrank from the staring crowd, without a word, placed Dot in the arms pf her adopted mother and disappeared, followed by the ar dent thanks of Mrs. Crandall. But there was a ereat ado the nert day. Dot insisted that she must go and see her friend. Young as she was, she recognized a debt of grati tude to the stranger. There was an iron grated door in the wall of the next place abutting on the Crandall grounds. Tnere Dot stationed herself An hour later Mrs. Crandall was as tonished to find the gate open and Dot nowhere in view. Then she dls covered her swinging in a hammock I 0 0 & 0 0 0 0 3. 0 I 0 0 0 in the next garden, telling stories to the masked man. Thnt wna the heeinnlne of a rare companionship between the lovable lit tle Dot and the lonely world-weary recluse. All through the golden month of June, hour after hour, the strange ly mated twain would wander over the garden. To this charming nttie sprue who was not at all renelled by the mask he wore, the recluse seemed to pour out all the love and sympathy of his nature. The Crandalls had not the heart to deprive Dot of this great pleasure. Besides, he took pains in teaching her to read, he filled her mind with wondrous nature stories. Then one day Dot came home In tears. "He is going away," she sobbed, "and I shall be so lonely!" At the barred gate that evening Mr. Thorne met Mr. Crandall and told him that business would call him away for a month to a distant city. He ex pressed his gratitude for the company of the little child who had brought so much of sunshine into his dreary life. It was a joyful evening when Dot saw a light once more in the solitary old house. She could scarcely sleep, so anxious was she to regain her old friend. The barred gate was kept locked, however. For fully a week the recluse was not seen about the grounds. At dusk one evening he passed the house. Dot ran out im petuously to greet him. She returned with a white, fright ened face. She was trembling all over. Amid great terror she gasped out: "Oh, papa! oh mamma! it isn't Mr. Thorne!" "What is that, my child?" inauired Mrs. Crandall quickly. No, the clothing was the same, the mask was the same, but oh! shm knew: the gruff voice, the touch of the hand. And then suspicion awoke in the mind of her auditors and then Investigation. "A little child shall lead them." and the quick instinct of the precocious Lot s mind did not go astray. It was true an imposter was nersonatlni? Mr. Thorne, drawing checks in his name, getting ready to sell the prop, erty and decamp. It was a clever plot of shrewd scoundrels, soon unmasked, the real Thorne rescued from an unhannv im. prisonment, and then the old delight of Dot in regaining the afflicted friend whose life was made endurable and even happy through her joyful pres ence. That was not nil nf it Tt,fl vj 6,1 cat. burden that oppressed the Crandalls, the mortgage, was lifted, for Mr. Thorne could not do enoueh tn Cv. press his gratitude for his delivery from cruel hands. Then, week by week, he was drawn from th nM anu. tude; he became a guest and then a regular visitor at the Crandall home, and finally a Dermanent momhQ. happy family circle. (Copyright, 1914. by V. 0. Chacman.i Conservation On the Farm WHAT HE WAS THINKING OF f Practically every farm in this coun would show a nice profit if the above c: pressed idea could be and was carried c with all its possibilities. The great far problems of today are many. Good fen and lots of them go a long toward solvi the question of bigger profits. Then w not get in line and buy your fence frog home people, who treat you right and a preciate your business. Just received a solid car load of American Fend Also a car of pitch pine fence post. WIL SON HARDWARE CO DR. GEO. E. LYON OPTOMETRIST armdilTeaDr'lIid-ians oi the l,uman eve "" Specialize in ormoinB the proper lenses in our shop to fit the individual siflht Room 2 Skipper Building', Lakeland, Fla. HUERTA'S HOUSE IN MEXICO CITY Sweet Girl Graduate's Essay on Shake opeare was Good, but She Couldn't Fry Eggs. She had looked .! . . " "us, in ner wmte dress and blue riDDons. She had graduated tilth tho t,iv.. uuuurs. Her essay had been "Shairpq and she had refuted all the stories wat. ne arank and abused his wife, and had convinced her audipn thJ he always paid his grocery bills at the end of the week. Both friends and atranirprs finir0 upon the stage to shake hands and cuiigraiuiaie ner, and say it was won derful. They said it to hr t her mother and father, and' one en- inusiasuc individual exclaimed the latter: "She is a genius, sir!" "Yes!"r was the quiet reply. "But I tell you she is erent't" "Yes?" "Finest essay I ever heard!" to M .tfW'.r Mil 7 J- " T o ' jae fc,ait a'i Tr 'i4 s General Huerta does not live in the presidential castle of ChaonlteDPo hut in ft,, t, Herrera In the City of Mexico. The building is guarded by soldS T "You don't seem a bit exritPH m it. "No!" "Why, what is the matter with , .u ... - uiu man : "Oh, I was just thinking nf tha eggs she tried to fry for breakfast this morning!" 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