The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-06-10
Our Landlord.

''Dot," they call mc--my real name is
Dorothea, but that:being such mouthful
am generally known as "Dot."
l am the youngest of three, and having
had my own way from my cradle, 1t was
not refused me last November when my sis
ter and her husband offered to take me
abroad with them for the winter months.
have heard some people say thero Ia no.
thing to see at Biarritz ih France. All,
blind and miserable creatures where arc
your senses-whcre your eycs2 Did you
ever look elsewhere upon such sca-such
rocks2
But l am getting romantic, and that ia
not my style, not mine certainly, little
"Dot's" No, indeed, the idea makes me
die with laughing.
My sister Geraldine (or "Jerry, as per-
sist in calling her, which makes her very
mad) goes IN for being delicate, 80 Jack and
used to take long walks and rides together;
he is dear, good old fellow, and we arc
tremendous friends; but somehow notwith-
standing. after had been couple Of weeks
or 80 at Biarritz, began to feel time hang
heavily OH my hands.
Being hard put to It for amusement, I
would sometimes take book and saunter
down upon the rocks, there remaining fol
hours at time.
am desperate tom-boy, and can climb
and scramble splendidy, much to the an
noyance of Geraldine, who declares that
get as brown as berry, and my hands are
not fit to be seen.
However that may be true, scramble I
90, and one auspicious day (nevcr to be for
gotten) had got good way out among
some dear old craggy pits of rock, and find
ing snug little corner in which just fit.
ted, settled myself down easily and began
to read.
Suddenly, however, the pangs of hunger
seized NE q may add my appetite never
tails me), and, glancing at my watch, I
discovered 1t was long past my luncheon
time.
l seized my shawl, and proceeded to make
my way back with expedition, when 10 to
my intense dismay, perceived that the
tide had risen, and entirely divided the rock
upon which was standing from the shore.
Still worse, the horrid waves were creep
ing nearer and nearer, and not soul could
l see to help me in my distress.
Imagine my feelings; me, poor little mis-
erablc "Dot," alone III the middle of the
ocean.
l shouted, but the noise of the waves
drowned my feeble cries, like they would
soon drown me. Oh would any one he
sorry7 Oh why had I ever come to this
hateful Biarritz TO be drowned all alone like
this; l wonder, would they put it in the
papers2
All these thoughts crowded upon me as
the waves approached, and had begun to
lose all hope, when, oh, joy! | saw figure
in the 1iatanco
Once again I shouted, and waved my
shawl vehemently.
The figure stopped, waited one instant
and then | could see 1t plunge into the
water and approach me gradually. Oh, the
intense relief of that moment
BY the time tho figure (Which was that
of many reached me, was nearly sur
rounded by water, and five minutes more
would have decided my fate.
Before that five minutes passed was
caught by pair of strong arms, and was
being supported through the water safely
and surely to the beach, where shortly af-
terwards was deposited, a dripping, blue
little DOT" feeling very much smaller
than usual.
My dclivercr had scarcely looked at;
only felt that he was big and strong, and
that was like doll in his arms
Notwithstanding my remopstrance, he
persisted In carrying me on TO the hotel, at
the entrance Of which he gently put me
down.
turned, and gave him my too little blue
hands, with what few expressions of thanks
could muster.
He took them, 0hc hands, I mean, J In
his warm, big brown ones, and said, in a
deep sweet voice
"how thankful am that l was In time!
few minutes later, and"
shuddcrcd F.; he left the sentence unfin-
ished, and was taking his leave when I
nurmered something about my sister and
brother and how pleased they would be if
hc would call, but he interrupted me with
I'll should have been delighted, but, un-
fortunately, leave Biarritz early tomorrow
morning."
And so he left me--lcft me with a little
pang at my heart, such as had never felt
before.
gave my sister and brother slight
sketch Of the whole affair, and Jack, dear,
good-hearted Jack, flies all over town to
discover and thank my delyerer, but all to
no purpose.
January and February were very agree
able months at Biaritz, and became moro
reconciled to the lack Of amusements Ia