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

'DOJ, DOU, l say vi, COllouiu ~ e
where's Dot?"
"Here | am, Phil" answered a
sweet voice. You promised me you
would not say, 'COnfound it,
"Well, | didn'tmean to. | want you
to write me a letter, Dot"
"Why don't you write it yourself?"
81 can't write well enough. It's to a
girl, you know. It's an apology, and
l want you to get it up stunning"
"Oh, indeed!'' said Dot, laughing,
(Which is it-Lulu Forest or Flora
Carp
"YOu don't think it's one of them ?
cried Phil, Indignantly. cts Frank
Dean!"
Dora Leeson started, and grew white.
"Oh, not your Frankw cried Phil,
"Your Frank is her uncle"
Dots cheeks turned hot now; the
pretty black eyes flashed; she drew
herself up with dignity.
"If you say such things, Phil, I'll
never write your letter for you. My
Frank, indeed! You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, sir"
Master Phil gave long, shrill whis-
tie.
"Its wicked to tell lies, Dot. You
said there hadn't been any muss be-
tween you two, and know there has.
Such jolly fellow as he is, too. If |
were girl, wouldn't marry any man
but Frank Dean"
Dot tossed her head again; then she
sighed.
81 thought you wanted me to write
letter for you?"
"Well, do. l want you to write it
or the prettiest paper you have, too
That pink sheet, guess. Have you a
redder one?"
Dot shook her head, spread out the
pink sheet, and sat, pen in hand.
''What shall / write, Phil? can't
sit here all day"
Phil fldgeted about, first on one foot
then on the other, and at last produced
an extremely dingy, scrawled-oVel
piece Of paper. Itlooked like tly-leai
out of his third reader.
"You see, Dot, thought I'd write il
myself. But got afraid of the spelling
and it's some dirty besides"
81 should think it was" said Dot
laughing once more, as she took the
grimy, crumpled scrawl in her hand
"Do you want me to copy thisP"
"Well, yes," said Phil, hesitatingly
''you might as well. You see, she
called me stingy because | wonldn'
lend her my sled; and | told her
2 wished she was boy, aud I'd slap hel
face for her. And then she got mad
and she told Willy Bend she wouldn'
ask me to her party, and she let Ton
Oldshaw take her home on his sled"
ooh, indeedr' said Dot; and set t.
work mechanically to copy Phil's let
ter.
She was thinking all the time of
party in which she was interested, an'
which was to have come of very soon
IA wedding party. But it would neVe
@ now. She and Frank Dean-he
Frank, as Phil called him-had quar-
relied and broken their engagement
and for much sillier tritle than Phi
and his Frank.
Oh, how she wished she could sen
such letter to him rs Phil was send
ing to his sweetheart
Phil chattered on. all the time sh
was writing; but she did not answe
him. And he looked over her shoulder
commenting and suggesting alterations
and made her blot the paper, till sh
had to take new sheet twice. Br
she worked on patiently.
A very amlable girl was Miss Dot, i
the main, and very fond of her brothC
Phil
81 say, Dot" remarked Master Phi
as she was folding and addressing h'
letter, completed at last. 81 don
has got such sister as you. Your
always doing things for me; and VIII
Bends and Tom Oldshaw's are cross
two sticks to them. don't see no
Won could row with any one, let aloi
Mr.. Frank"
"You shouldn't say row, Phi" sa
Dot.
But she looked the other way, as 81
gave him his completed letter; AZ
Master Phil, who had sharp eyes, sa
she was crying, and stood still with
letter In his hand.
Dot was always doing things for hi
y why couldn't he ever do anything 1
her?
"Run away, Phil, with your letter
SAID Dot.
Phil went out of the room slowl