Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-05-09
LANCASTER. WISCONSIN. THURSDAY. MAY ., 1873

Isn't he inst lovely ? said Kate at
the noon recreation, as they strolled
together through the grounds.
Lovely indeed 7 repeated Dot &
hate him 7 she cried, with a sudden
burst of passion. Her companion
looked q little bewidered at the i'm.
petuous girl at her side.
oh! Dot, Dot! You ought to be
ashamed of yourself to talk So an
swered Kate, raising her eyes and
looking in the direction of the open
window. 4 think he is perfection,
and so lind. almost forgot the sec
ond dec,ension he looked at me so
steadily
4 dare say that he was admiring
you, Kate. Everyone does; why
shouldn't he ? answered her compan-
ion a little sadly when she thought
how insignificant she appeared beside
the stately form of Kate.
Not everyone, Dotty, dear Felix
Smart did not, she answered, with a
little laugh.
"A love for which you are undoubt-
eddy pining,' said Dot.
For what are you pining? asked a
deep voice behind them.
For third person. replied Dot, as
she turned and encountered the new
professor.
Il thought that two were company
and three was a crowd; at least we
used to say SO when | was boy he
answered with smile.
THAT depends upon who the third
person might be- she returned with a
little shrug other slender shoulders.
'Madamoiselle wants Dot Ray
mond,' said a girl, interrupting the
conversation of the trio. She has
been Watching you for ever SO long
from the window. You are in for a
private lecture for talking in the pray
ers this morning. was the enliyening
news poured into the ears of Dot.
ooh ! she exclaimed with sigh of
relief that it was nothing worse.
"a letter for Miss Raymond, said
Madamoiselle one morning, holding
up dainty white envelope from the
pile which lay before her upon the
table, and turning it over and over
again, as if curious as to it's contents.
1 wonder who it can be FROM
thought Dot, little tremor of excite
ment running through her frame for
1t was a rare occurrence that letter
was directed to the seminary for her.
She tore the envelope open with un-
steady fingers, and turned to the sig
nature and silently olapped her hands
when she read the name OF Lou Nor.
ton, schoolmate who had graduated
the year before, and who was her
best friend. And this letter proved
to be an invitation for her to spend
the Christmas holidays at Bloomdale.
Come she wrote there will be no
company but an old friend of Bob's,
very learned person by the way.
Don't be frightened Bob says that
he IS right jolly, but / don't believe
it, it he is. Learned men are SO sell
fish. | suppose they will sit and talk
science. | did not even ask his name.
Be sure and do not disappoint me, for
| will not take no for an answer
Dot was inwardly delighted, for
she had become tired of the crowded
house at homo on Christmas, and to
spend the long looked.for holidays in
Bloomdale was great treat to her.
The duties over for the day, she
ran hastily up to her own roc m Jock
ing the door against all intruders, to
answer the letter. The bell for six
tolled it's solemn warning before it
WAS finished. She ed ont of the
window and found il was quite dark.
She threw on her long waterproof
cloak, drew the cufflad hood over
her head, and secrcting the precious
missive with the wide sleeve she ran
hurredly down thu long flight of
stairs and out into the darkness. Ii
she could get beyond the great gate
all would be well, il being against
the rules of the institute to be out
side OF the school grounds after five
O'Clock Dot looked cautiously
about her, to be certain that the
lynx.like eyes of Mademoiselle were
not peering from behind the sturdy
oak. But they were nowhere in
sight. What if MademoiseIle should
miss me and find me gone,' he ut
tered with little laugh OF horror, as
she FASTENED on, at the idea of such
a calamity. The lotter was hurried
ly dropped into the postoffice and
Dot quickly retraced her steps, run
ming rapidly along The patter of
her small feet upon the wet flag
stones, for light snow was falling,
sounded loud to her uffcighted ears.
She darted into the confsc,ioner's Ca
temptation rot to be resisted) and
burdened herself with a large parcel
OF the inviting candies, which stood
arranged in delicious mounds ia the
window. A black shadow seemed
to close about Der and the large
flakes of snow no longer beat against
her face. She look cd up with lit.
tie start, for an um brella was gently
held over her head and her baud was
placed upon thick coat sleeve.
Great heavens = she exclaimed. al
most relaxing her grasp upon her
precious sweetmeafs, when che en-
conntered the face If Prof Strathlon
Il hope you will not refuse the PFC
lection of my umbF Ila,' be said;'the
snow is coming down very fast
Dots tongue seemed to cleave to
the roof of her mouth. She made
several Intellectual attempts TO speak
but failed. She stopped down and
caught up the hem of her cloak 10
two places, making sort of bag in
to which she slipped her paper of SUI
gar plnms, holding on to the cord
with one finger He did not see
those at any rate she said to her.
self consoliEgly as he trudged along,
for tho idea OF MadamoiselIe depriv.
ing her of the much coveted bon
bons filled her with spirit of rebel-
ion. She suddenly felt the treach-
erous string slipping from around
the package, and she heard the mint