Ne w Roads In
Northwest
Rally Day
Draws Crowd
Commissioner Bryson Gives Peo
; pie Long-Needed Service.
Enthusiastic Interest in School
Welfare Shown
(Auburndale New -Era)
tThe country to. the northwest
of Auburndale has been in worse
shape, as regards roads, for a
longer time than any other sec
tion we know of. Commissioner
Bryson has just earned the grati
tude of the residents of that sec
tion and of all having to travel
that way by doing the first work
on the roads ever done by any
county commisioner within the
memory of man. The cash ex
penditure has not been so large,
and little or no hard surfacing has
been done, but the roads have
been made thoroughly good and
passable, and by contrast with
the old trails the improvement is
immense.
S A car can now go from Au
"t burnda,le by Lake Whistler and
up to Morse, and thence to the
Wesley Bryant place, where his
son-in-law, Mr. Reid Robson,
now lives, and from there to
Lakeland, or from Morse direct
to Lakeland via Morgan Reyn
olds' farm and the Combee set
tlement. The old Morse-Lakeland
road has been a public high
way for years, tho in wretched
shape. There was a very bad
hole near Morgan Reynolds',
where many a car and even wag
on got stuck. It formerly ran di
agonally across this farm, but
now makes a square turn on land
lines.
lhe lmurovcments include a
bridge 48 feet long over Prairie
Slough, with good graded ap
proaches; a bridge on the Morse
road north of the old McLain
place; a bridge over Alligator
creek near Etryant's and several
lesser crossings where needed
Amoner other lines of travel
opened up by the new roads and
bridges, it is now possible to go
from Auburndale to Green Pond
by car.
Morgan Reynolds has had
charge of the crew for Commis
sioner Bryson, and has certain
ly produced a first-class bit of
work all along the line. Need
less to say, the commissioner has
not made himself unpopular by
doing this long-needed work.
While the territory has no large
settlements and so does not at
tract much outside notice, it is a
beautiful and fertile country with
manv fine farms and groves, and
the people living there are just as
much entitled to roads as those
anywhere else.
MAIL DELUGE FOR LONELY GIRL
TWO Oil A TRAIL
By J. F. PETERS.
Seaford. Del.. Oct. 30 The rural
mall wagon driven by Frank Wheat
ley from the local postollice is heavy
laden with undelivered mail, and for
many miles around this section cf
the peninsula persons are trying to
locate Miss Ethel R. Sweeney,
oung woman to whom the mail Is
addressed.
lst week Miss Sweeney wrote to
Mayor Price of Wilmiugton beseech
Ing him to find a husband for s
"lonely country girl," and gave her
address as Concord, Del. Concord is
situated about 3 miles east of here
and the notoriety given the place by
the voun? woman has laused old
residents to treat strangers "cool.
Loads of letters are arriving here
daily for the "lonely girl," and al
though a thorough search is bein
made for her, as yet all efforts have
failed.
BARON VON BISSING
(Auburndale New Era)
That public school affairs hold
high place in the interest of the
patrons and pupils of the Au
burndale school was attested
Tuesday, Oct. 19th, when, in re
sponse to the invitation issued by
C. A. Parker, Superintendent of
Public Instruction, and the mem
bers of the Polk County School
Board, more than one hundred
and fifty children and grown-ups
assembled in Putnam Park and
participated in the first Educa
tionai Kauy uay to De neia m
this section.
The affair was in charge of Mr
B. H. Seiple. principal and the
teachers of the school, and took
the form of a. general picnic din
ner, followed by a program of
speeches by Superintendent
Parker and General E. N. Law,
representing the school board,
Mr. Sheldon Phillips, State Ru
ral School Inspector, and Prof.
Buchholtz, Professor of Psychol
ogy of the University of Florida
at Gainesville.
By eleven o'clock Putnam Park
was thronged with a crowd of
happy children and their elders.
and the Education Department of
of the Woman s Club, represent
ed bv Mrs. Ilorr. Mrs. McLain,
Mrs. May, and Mrs. Stone took
hanre of the food so bounteous-
v furnished bv the school par
ents, and a royal feast was spread.
The guests of honor, Supt. Park
er, Chairman W. D. Owens and
General .Law, of the School
Board, Mr. rhillips and Prof.
Buchholtz, were seated at the
head table with Prof. Seiple, Mrs.
Olsen and Miss Bryant repre
senting the Auburndale School,
and T. If. McLain. D. W. Mc-
Craney, school trustees.
"Co-operation between patrons
and teachers" was the keynote of
the program which followed the
luncheon, and which program
was held in the Dixie Canning
Factory, rooms, where seats were
provided for all guests.
" 1 eachers, make yourselves
known to the parents; parents,
get acquainted with the teachers"
was a point emphasized by Mr.
Phillips, State Rural School In
spector, who dwelt upon the ne
cessity for greater co-operation m
order to attain the highest stand
ard of school idealism. Make
the school the civic center" stated
Mr. Phillips; "let your communi-
tv revolve around the school-
house. You have a great little
city here and the name Auburn-
lale is know all over the state.
"Auburndale is to be congratu
lated upon the spirit of progres
siveness that is everywhere ap
parent" said General Law. "A
year ago I came here with the
other members of the board to
visit your school. We found an
inadequate building, unsightly
and in many respects unsate.
There was some difficulty in sell
ing your bonds, but a delegation
from your Women's Club called
upon us shortly afterward with
a long petition, signed by the
voters, taxpayers and patrons of
your city, and pleaded with us
to try to sell your bonds. Since
then the bonds have been sold
When Johnson reached old
grange's cabin he was Just ten min
utes too late. He had traveled four
hundred miles that spring to woo Ma
rie Legrange. His winter's catch bad
been better than at any time in his
ten years of trapping. He meant to
ask the pretty French girl to come
A pack of wolves had scented Du
four and had attacked him.
Johnson fired after them. He
thought by the yelping that he had hit
one; he was sure of it when he heard
the beasts fighting over the body. He
turned to Dufour. He saw at a glance
that the man had fallen down the cliff.
I He was fearfully injured, and lay as
Le-1 if paralyzed. His horse had evidently
bolted.
Johnson turned his horse loose. It
would have to look after itself; it
might evade the wolves, but no halter
or ropes could hold it there. It leaped,
whinnying, into the darkness. John
son crouched by Oufour's side, wait
ing. There was no time to lose in
ANOTHER DAY
By HOPE BROWNING.
Prolong Life by Using
GRIGSBY'S L1V-VER-LAX
South and marry him at Winnipeg,
As has been said, he was just ten i wrds. and he knew the almost human
minutes too late. Dufour had antici- cunning of the wolf pack, maddened
pated him by that amount of time. He
had heard that Dufour was ahead of
him, and, though he had no reason to
suppose that Marie cared for the man,
he had been vaguely uneasy. He had
seen Dufour at last, when he was
within ten miles of the cabin, and
had spurred his tired horse onward.
But when he reached the top of Birch
Rise, where a few dwarfed trees af
forded an uncertain cover, he saw
with hunger in the last days of winter.
Suddenly, out of nothing, it seemed,
two huge forms leaped toward them.
They fell between Dufour and John
son. Johnson clubbed his rifle and
brought it down on one brute's head.
It lay quivering, silent. The other
sprang at his throat. ,
For a moment Johnson was forced
back against the cliff. He felt the hot
breath on his face and heard the hiss
Marie and Dufour standing in front of in tne throat. Then somehow he had
the cabin, and he saw Dufour take the evaaea the tangs ana hurled the mon
girl in his arms.
He mounted and rode away, round
ing the ridge and proceeding aimlessly
along the water hollow. His only
thought just then was to get out of
sight of Marie. She must never know
his disappointment. He offsaddled and
built a little fire in the hollow. He
ster from him. He swung wildly with
his rifle stock. By some good fortune
he struck the beast behind the ear. It
fell, stunned.
Then the rest of the pack was upon
him. But it was beginning to grow
lighter. Johnson dragged Dufour into
the shelter that he had dug in the
had just finished cooking his bacon . ank. and stood in front of him. wait-
hon h shw nnfnnr rlrto noat .Inn ' S- nrco llmcB U,B 1 ru"B m.
h tnn f th ,.,, I and each time he shot down a form
n . " that leaped in midair.
beasts were snarling over their dead.
line of traps every spring in the North j "Z
Fork country, where winter always lin- ! Vrr V' a ,, " 7"
I man's flesh to wolf-meat. Johnson
I knew that, but he knew that only a
concerted attack could overcome him
first Johnson wondered why; then he '
remembered that the man set out a
gered and some of the best furs were
to be taken
In April the fur-bearing
I
!
He Mounted and Rode Away.
animals had not yet shed their coats,
rich and silky from the prolonged cold.
The lay of the land was peculiar in
this direction. Johnson had descended
to the trail that ran along the South
Fork valley. The ridge grew steadily
higher, the overhanging banks were
covered with brush. Johnson could
follow Dufour, beneath him, perhaps
three hundred feet beneath him, for
two days, keeping him plainly in
sight, and yet avoiding discovery.
In his bitterness he gave way to an
impulse springing up in his heart
against his will. He had loved Marie
ever since she was a child. Dufour
had stolen her. Ho would kill Dufour.
None would ever know of the tragedy
In this desolate region. In a year or
two, when Dufour's death had come to
be accepted, he would go back to
Marie.
The idea, with which bo had played
at first, grew stronger, until it over
whelmed his resolution. Burning with
hatred for this man who had sup
planted him, Johnson rode cautiously
along the level beneath.
For a whole day he followed him.
It was dawn now. The beasts were
lurking further back among the trees.
Johnson fired his last two bullets into
their refuge. He heard a yelping, and
in the gold of the first sunlight saw
the survivors stream away through
the birch thickets.
Then at lust he turned to Dufour.
The man must have fallen ail the way
down the cliffs, and a glance showed
I him that he could not live.
I Dufour clutched at Johnson as he
bent over him. "Forgive!" he whis
pered. "I followed you. I saw you In
the valley. I made a detour and went
behind you, to kill you because you
took the girl I loved."
Johnson stared wide-eyed at him;
lie seemed to be interpreting his own
heart.
"I hated you when Mario refused to
; marry me. Slay by me till I die. She
1 loves you. Forgive!" whispered Du
t four.
Johnson clusped the man's hand in
i his. He waited there until the breath
' grew fainter, stopped. Johnson closed
the dead eyes and closed the mouth of
the shelter securely. Then he set his
feet upon the trail back to Marie's
! cabin.
(Copyrlsht. 1915. by W. O. Clinpmun.)
ALWAYS MAN'S BEST FRIEND
i I
Un ha si Imntrlnad thor Vi t a annmv wnillff
and you have today a building of j 8tart on tne next day al sunrise. But
w hich any city in the state might j when he awakened and crept stealthily
be proud. You are to be con-i toward Dufour's camp he found the
gratulated upon the spirit of your . Arc low and Dufour gone.
citizens It is that which makrs He saddled his horse hastily and fol-
im tn -irre six lowed him. Hut soon the snow began
land vv orth $100 an acre six (
miles from a railroad. It i that merate(, Dufour had been leading bis
spirit which makes a city worm packhor8e. iloofg anil footprints alike
while." became hidden under the soft down-
The value of education in the fan.
world, was the subject of Prof. Johnson pressed on resolutely. The
Buchholz's address, and having i snowfall became heavier. At last he
devoted his lifetime to the pub- was forced to halt. He dug a shelter
lie schools no one is better fitted in the hard accumulation of the winter
i ii r n .1,1,1, tr. crw.nl; nr.- and crept inside, leaving his horse,
than Prof. Buchhol. to speak up- telhfired under tne
on this subject. He told of tj i tection of the bauk.
progress of nations through the u muBt have been ,n the mmie of
uplift power of education; of the tne nlKht tnat ne 8tarted up. He
Tirocres of Japan though the in- looked out. The snow had ceased, and
fluence of education ; and touched the stars shone brilliantly. Johnson
upon the advance of Germany, I fancied that he had hoard a cry.
Switzerland and other nations He listened, and now there was no
through educational channels, j doubt of it. A roan was crying at the
And closing he congratuiaten
.iifl nosing . , rry came a furious snarl which had
Polk county upon the possession on)y orff mPaninR for Johnw, anr for
of a superintendent whose neart tne norRe as
and soul is in his work. j Hastily he untoth md the trembling
One of the most pleasing f-:-, animal, mounted it. and rode down,
tares of the program was the He heard the cry acain. and the sound
tin"in"- of the pupil in cl.nrus of a discharged rifle. Presently he
;,n,Ltr,o direction of Mr. Ethel came upon the little shelter of Du-
Oben.
Baron von Biasing, half brother of
General von Biasing, military goven
or of Belgium, though a naturalized
British subject, was taken recently
from his home in Kensington, Eng
land, and interned tn a workhouse
with other "enemy aliens."
Truly a Remarkable "Bull."
Humor expresses itself in actlonas
well as words. The Iaish rebels of 1?8
enacted a "bull" of a remarkable kind.
They wished to annoy .lohn lieresford.
a banker. So. fonnms that every
bank note that is lost relieves a bank
of liability, they -o!!" t( d -it Kreat ex-
ponse a Pi!e of Bere-iora papr
and burned it with tr.u-. sound and
fury.
Willing to Go Half Way.
Frank had been going to school but
a week when he had some trouble
with the janitor. The teacher took
Frank to the janitor and said: "Now.
Frank. I am sorry you and Jerry have
had any trouble, but just to show Jer
ry that you are willing to be friends
I want you to shake hands with aim.
Frank hesitated and then grumbled,
"I'll giv him my left hand."
four.
Dufour was lying outside upon his
side, his rifle grasped firmly in his
hand. As Johnson approached his
horse snorted and reared. Johnson
leaped to the ground. A dozen slink
ing forms disappeared in the shadows
ot the stuntea trees.
Dog Every Ready to Respond to the
Mood, Pleasant or Otherwise, of
Master He Loves.
Fisher Ames, not the Revolutionary
hero, but one of his descendants, once
remarked that a dog Ib a better friend
than a human being. "For," said he,
"the dog will be at your feet, ready
at any moment to respond to your
mood, while a human being will go off
In a huff If you do not respond to his
mood."
Amos bred Airedale terries and ex
hibited them in Philadelphia, New
York and Boston, until he won a cham
pionship for one of them, and then he
lost Interest In the subject. His mood
for dogs passed, but whenever It re
turned the dog responded as though
he had not neglected them for other
amusements.
The Eskimos have put Ames' re
mark Into a proverb based on a long
experience In the Arctic wilds. They
say that "a man's best friend is his
dog, even better than his wife." The
Brahmin blood of New England and
the blubber-eating seal hunter of the
North react In the same way when
brought up against the facts of life.
Men seem to be the same in all
climates, and we have the authority
of the Spaniards for saying that dogs
are the same also, for their proverb
makers have concluded that "dogs
have teeth In all countries."
Unfortunate?
An old darkey appealing to a lady
for aid told her that by the Dayton
flood be had lost everything he had In
the world, including his wife and six
children.
"Why," said the lady. "I have seen
you before and I have helped you.
Were you not the colored man who
told me you had lost your wife and six
children by the sinking of the Ti
tanic?" "Yeth. ma'am," replied the darkey,
"dat was me. Most unfort'nit man dot
ever was. t'an't keep a fam'ly nohow."
Irksome Restraint.
"If you deliver that speech you have
just read over to me it will jeopardize
your political future," said the friend
ly adviser.
"What if it does?" asked the states
man, fretfully. "I've been wanting to
make a speech like that for 1 years,
but fear ot the consequences kept me
silent It 1 don t get it out of my sys
tem 80i it will jeopardize my health."
"If you could give me just a day's
option, Mr. Beu." Marian frowned
slightly, looking around the big, rest
ful studio longingly.
"I'm sorry, but I must give myself
a chance to think it over. I'll 'phone t
early in the morning."
She went out into the square and
sat down near the fountain, tryiug to
make up her mind. It had been eight
months since she had left there. Sea
bury had received his appointment as
staff artist at the front, and it had
meant so much to his whole career.
They were engaged. Sometimes it
seemed to her that they had always
been engaged ever since she had
taken the studio below his and he had
dropped roses on her window sill.
Go up to mother's and stay with
her until 1 get back. You can write
all you want to, and she'll love to have
you. She has me all dead and buried
already, and it will brace her up to
have jtou laugh at her. Go along,
Marian."
And Marian had gone. Up into the
heart of Vermont to a great, rambling
old farmhouse perched on a spur of
land that overlooked mountains and
valleys for miles. Seabury's mother
was a darling little old lady, cheerful
and motherly too motherly. Marian,
after seven months, began to feel like
u progressive duck with a hen par
ent. She fretted after town environ
ment and the incentive to work. Her
stuff was Hat and she knew it. Sea
bury was on the point ol sailing wheu
he got an otter from an English pa
per and wrote he would wait three
months longer if she did nut mind.
If she did not mind? Marina packed
furiously and sent back u cablegram:
"Going back to work."
That night she dined out with
friends of the Quarter dowu ut a little
ltuliau place on West Eleventh street.
And someone spoke lim namo.
"You knew that Seabury was back,
didu't you. Miss Earle? Made a
smualiing record for himself, too.
Looks awfully lit. 1 met him up at
Naanie Bell's last evening at dinner."
Marian smiled. No, she had not
heard of Mr. Abbot's return, but she
was so glad of his success. He was
always such a clever, nice boy.
"I'd like to see him marry Nannie
Bell," went on her right-hand partner
at the long table. "She's Just tho sort
ot girl to develop and supplement the
gilts of a man like Seabury."
"YeB?'' Marian's tone waB sweetly
interested and impersonul. "Are they
engaged?"
"1 don't know, but I suppose so.
He's been around everywhere with
her since he got back."
Marian slept little that night.
Wrapped in a kimono, she sat by her
window thinking. And here she had
been ready to even take back the old
studio for sentiment's suke. It was all
very well to tell herself thut she
needed the old environment. She Just
wanted tc be hack where they had
first met and been so happy together.
The following morning she was
rather lute, but determined. Mr. Hetz
stood on the basement steps, talking
to the janitor, when she came along.
"Go right up, Miss Earle. I'll be
there in a minute," he called to her,
and she went u, the long flight of
stairs. The door was ajar. She passed
through the high, narrow passogeway
Into the studio and stopped short.
Over by the window, looking down on
the little patch of garden, stood Sea
bury. He turned around at her step, and
gave a quick exclamation, brimful of
the boyish, explosive happiness she
loved in him.
"By Jove, it dragged you back, too.
didn't it?" ho cried, catching her
hands in a grip that hurt. "I've been
trying to rent the place from old
Betz, but he's put me off, telling me
be had another party after it, and I'd
have to wait another day. Lord, it's
good to see you again, Marian."
"You're looking well," said Marian,
trying to draw away.
"I am not. I m sick and disgusted
and miserable, and I can't eat or
sleep"
"No? I thought you were dining
rather regularly. '
"What do you mean? Oh, with Nan
nie Boll? That's only business. She's
doing the writing end of my series for
the Dispatch. I didn't think you'd
mind."
"Why should I mind?"
"Why?" He glanced beyond her to
be sure of privacy and caught her sud
denly in his arms. "That's why," he
told her, after a minute. "Because
you happen to be the only woman that
can upset my life tor better or worse,
don't you see? 1 dropped everything
when I got your cable and came over.
I understood how you telt. And when
I got here 1 couldn't lind you, so I
did the next best tning. I was going
to rent the old studio because I knew
you'd come back here some time."
"Let me go," she said, struggling.
"Somebody's coming."
Mr. Hetz whistled jovially as he ap
proached, perhaps as a kindly Bignal
of warning.
"Well," he asked, "what do you
thiuk anout it?"
Seabury beamed on him, his hands
deep in Uis pockets.
"We are going to take it directly
aftei ifce wedding, Hetz. Fix up your
lease. '
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Good and Bad Times to Sleep.
Sleep is soundest on cool, clear, dry
evenings, when there is little moisture
in the air and some mild movement of
the pleasant, soothing atmosphere. On
cloudy, warm, soggy or even snowy
nights, other things being equal, sleep
was BtfuL restless and unsatisfactory.
Of the Sams Opinion.
Mildred "Don't you think Miss O
derly looks much younger in her new
hatr Helen "Indeed I do. Why,
Mildred, it makes her look bul very
little older than she says she is."
Judge.
Nothing New.
'. '.use South Sea islanders are a
queer lot. They have many things
which are taboo, mustn't be touched."
"I see nothing strange about that. It
la the same principle on which we
carefully plant a lot or grass for peo
ple to keep off of."
Hie Rare All Right
Johnny Is a little southern boy liv
ing In Texas with his grandmother,
who Is a little deaf. One day while
I ne was piaiDg sue cauvia iu uiui pt
erai times, dui oe muni answer, fi
nally she said:- "Johnny, dont yoe
hear me?" and Johnny says. " 'Cos 1
heah you; my ears ain't lame."
Cost.
Friend of the College President
"What did this beautiful dormitory
eost you?" College President "Three
doctors' degrees. One for the man
that put up the money and the others
tor two friends -of his." Life.
Ne Un te Him.
The prisoner threw the magazines'
across his cell in disgust, and cursed
eloquently. "Nothin' but continued
stories." he growled, "an' I'm to be
hung next Tuesday." Chicago Herald.
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