The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1878-07-18

Outside he stopped and viewed the doc
ument admiringly. How pretty it was
how nice and neat, and what nice
hand Dot wrote! If frankie Dean
ever called him stingy after this, she
might.
Then he ran out of the gate and down
the street. Opposite the Deans house
he stopped and looked around for some
one to give his letter to. He did want
to give it to Miss Frank himself, but
he could not see her, and he was little
too bashful to go and ask for her. Then
he saw Miss Franks uncle smoking on
the porch, and Phil was not afraid OF
him. So he went and gave him the let
ter.
Frank Dean, big, handsome, blue
eyed fellow, of about twenty-five
dropped his cigar with surprise, as Phil
popped out from behind some rose
bushes, and gave him the pale pink let
ter. A faint perfume came from ii
like lavender, bergamOt, balm, or some
of those old-fashioned garden sweets.
1t made him think of Dot LeesOn-liutle
Dot, whom he had told, only the day
before yesterday:
every well, Miss LeesOn, if that is
your opinion of me, the sooner we part
the better"
at is my opinion, Mr.. Dean"
Goodbye them" he had answered.
81 see no other way"
"Nor l." answered Dot. "Our en-
gagement is ended"
And then he had gone away angry,
and left her so, and he had not seen her
since. But love and regret had been
tugging at his heart-strings all the time
His heart leaped at the sight of the
letter. He could have hugged Phil, he
was so glad.
"HellO!" cried Phil, as he saw him
breaking it open; ;"it's not for you. It's
for Frank.
But this Frank did not hear him. His
big blue eyes were brimming withtears
at the first words-"D Dear Frank"
"lhe darlingp he muttered, "sweet,
forgiving darling"
Phil was not a slOw-witted boy. lie
began to see the point, and the joke of
the thing delighted him.
"He thinks its for him."
And Phil crammed his handkerchief
and both his fists into his mouth, to
keep from screaming with laughter.
Suddenly Frank Dean jumped up,
and, seizing his hat, tore down the
walk and away in the direction Phil
had just come.
"i won't read another word" Phi
heard him say, as he flashed by. "She''
an angel, and Pm brute, and I'll &C
and tell her sop
Dot was having good cry in the par
lor all by herself.
Frank Dean looked through the
blinds and saw her, and somehow goI
lllIO Iue IOOlh NlIlOuI hllOShilS'
"Oh, Frank !"
"My precious oneH
81 am so sorryw
"YOu're an angelW
"Indeed Pm nOtn
Gwen be married Thursday a week
just as we expected to be, before thit
silly quarrel, won't we?"
"Of course"
at was so good of you to write tina
letter, Dot"
Letter? II"
"And | did not want to read /
through. / think I'll see now wha
you have to say for yourself, Miss Dot.
He took out the little pink letter. Do
started, and then began to laugh. Thel
she went demurely and leaned over hi
shoulder, with her saucy face close tt
his, as he read:
"DEAR FRANK Pm sorry | spoke 81
to you; but | was angry at you callin!
me stingy, and I'd promised my sled t.
Charley Valance, who is lame, as yol
know, and hasn't any sled of his own
Frank Dean looked up blankly'
Dot laughed maliciously.
"You've been opening other people
letters, sir This was not for you
Look there !"
He looked. Sure enough, the sigma
tufe was "Phil Leeson."
"And here"
The envelope was addressed, "MtS
Frank Dean"
"But it's your writing?"
ooh, yes. | often write Phil's letter
for him-lazy rogue"
&C. leSSed rogue" cried Frank. "
believe he did it on purpose"
Dot was suspicious Of it herself.
"I'll go home and apologize to m
name-sake for opening her letter." sal
Frank. "And the weddings to b
Thursday a week, mind thatW
And it was.