Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1880-06-10
Our Landlord.

DOT" they call me-my real name Is
D0rothea, but that being such a mouthful
| am generally known as ''Dot."
! am the youngest of three, and having
had my own way from my cradle, it was
not refused me last November when my sis
ter and her husband offered to take me
abroad with them for the winter months
l have heard some people say there is no
thing to see at BiarritZ, in France. All,
blind and miserable creatures where are
your senses-where your eyesl Did you
ever look elsewhere upon such sea-such
rocks?
But l am getting romantic, and that is
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 ner, which makes her very
mad) goes in for being delicate, so Jack and
| used to take long walks and rides together;
he is a dear, good old fellow, and we are
tremendous friends; but somehow notwith-
standing after had been couple Of weeks
or so at Biarritz, began to feel time hang
heavily OH my hands.
Being hard put to it for amusement,
would sometimes take a book and saunter
down upon the rocks, there remaining fol
hours at a time.
am a desperate tom-boy, and can climb
and scramble spiendidly, 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
do, and Que auspicious day (never TO be for
gotten) had got good way out among
some dear old craggy pits of rock, and find
ing a snug little corner in which | just fit
ted, 1 settled myself down easily and began
to read.
Suddenly, however, the pangs of hunger
seized me Il may add, my appetite never
fails me), and, glancing at my watch,
discovered it was long past my luncheon
time.
seized my shawl, and proceeded to make
my way back with expedition, when 10 tu
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 a soul could
l see to help me in my distress.
Imagine my feelings; me, poor little mis-.
erable dot, alone IN the middle of the
ocean.
/ shouted, but the noise of the waves
drowned my feeble cries, like they would
soon drown me- Oh would any one be
sorry2 Oh why had ]. ever come to this
hateful Biarritz to be drowned all alone like
this; | wonder, would they put it in the
papers2 -. s'..
All these thoughts crowded upon me as
the waves approached, and had begun to
lose all hope, when, oh, joy! saw afgure
in the distance.
Once again | shouted, and waved my
shawl vehemently.
The figure stopped, waited one instant,
and then l could see it plunge into the
water and approach me gradually. Oh, the
intense relief of that moment
BY the time the figure (Which was that
of NAM 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, dripping, blue
little dot" feeling very much smaller
than usual.
My deliverer had scarcely looked at;
only felt that he was big and strong, and
that was like doll in his arms.
Notwithstanding my remonstrance, he
persisted in carrying me on 10 the hotel, al
the entrance of which he gently put me-
down.
turned, and gave him my too little blue
hands, with what few expressions Of thanks
l could muster.
He took them, Qhe hands, mean,) il
his warm, big brown ones, and said, in
deep sweet voice:
''now thankful am that was in timel
A few minutes later, and"
| shuddered he left the sentence unfin
ished, and was taking his leave, when
murmered something about my sister anC
brother and how pleased they would be il
he would call, but he interrupted me with
81 should have been delighted, but, IN
fortunately, leave Biarritz early tomorrow
morning"
And so he left me-left me with little
pang at my heart, such as l had never fel
before.
/ gave my sister and brother sligh
sketch of the whole affair, and Jack, dear
good-hearted Jack, flies all over town t.
discover and thank my deliverer, but all t.
no purpose.
January and February were very agree
able months at Biaritz, and became NOR,
recenciled to the lack of amusements il