The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-08-18

 evenings; but though Mrs. Dean pleaded and remonstrated, and sometimes wept, to none would Dorothy listen except as a friend.
 If you're waiting for that good-for- nothing. my poor child, you'll be an old maid" she said one day. "I'u never con- sent for you to take him
 ''No, mother. Not if that were my only way to be happy" pleaded Dorothy, in her loving way.
 ''iou may take him when I'm dead. if you will, the mother answered. "You foolish girl. dare say he's had half dozen sweethearts since he Jeff you
 Hush, mother" exclaimed Dorothy imperatively.
 It was hard 10 bear. Long months. with no letter, and no tiGings from the dreary sea of Harry and his ship. Other maidens were married and went to their own homes. but Dorothy only stayed alone and waited.
 One morning her mother was unable ,o rise or to speak. She had paralyt!c al tack.
 If life had been weary before, i; was worse now. The monotony of the house was dreadful. Mrs. Dean gradually re- covered, bur her doom was sealed. and the doctors said she would have seizures again and again, till the end-a forlorn prospect for the faithful daughter. who attended her with unmurmuring devotion.
 Whatever happens. time goes on and so I, came about that one rich autumnal day, when the naples were ahame. and the last flowers b.oomed in the garden that Harry Morgan came home. Doro- thy sazed al him in admiration. He had been handsome, 10 her eyes. when he went away. Tow he was prlncely. The indescrbable air of the city hung over him. and he had gained immensely by the culture which travel and mingllng with men impart. Dorothy was yely proud of her lover IS he went b church with her OF Sunday.
 He could rot stay bu; little while ie. his business was absorbing. and Harry was growing rich. Before he lei.. he pressed her to name the dlv when they would be married.
 = will have home ali ready for my dove to fold her wings in. he said.
 Doroihy.s cheek grew pale.
 We must wait. Harry. WAS al. the answer she could make him. . 1 canno, leave mother
 Your Aun, Agnes can take your mother to her house. dear. If you love me you will come when 1 need you Doctor Preston says your mother may finger for years, Dorothy. am to be Sacrificed to an overstraned idea of duty =
 In vain she tried 10 explain that no- body but herself would have patience for all the little offices which her mothers helplessness rendered necessary He would not be convinced, and when they separated, it was. on his part, with the air ot one who received just cause for otfense. Three years more wen, slowly by correspondence between the lovers grew infrequent, since, to all Harry's ap- peals. Dorothy had only one answer to make One night the driver stopped and said
 <" Reckon you've heard the news. Dorothy; Harry Morgan's married H!m and hers oomin up to spend next Sunday at his fathers.
 Pride. tha, onain armor women wear 10 hide aching hearts. made Dorothy queenly, as she stepped into the church porch. and met her old lover with a slip of girl. faii-Aaired slender thing on his arm. There was style abou, the bride her dress was fashionable. her movements graceful, but her husband even. with great pang. acknowledged to his own soul that she could no, compare with the superb woman who congratulated them both, without quiver in her voice. and then, from the organ gallery led the Te Deum as she never had before.
 Six months later Mrs. Dean died. Aunt Agnes came to help Dorothy pu, ,re old place in order. and then having found tenant for i, the two ladies to the amazement of the village, set ou, for long trip to Nebraska, to see Chapin. (who was doing spiendid), thence to California. and back 10 New York. They saw the wonders of the continent, and Dorothy feasted her famished sou, on the best music she could hear. When at las, she came home. it was to live a life of ease. such as she had never dreamed of in the old times. A strong woman did the work. and Dorothy. with books and pictures, and grand piano, lived in the way which was congenial to her. Sum- mers and winters fled. and the long grass waved on her mothers grave. Dorothys eyes were black and bright. her cheeks were still softly tinted. but her hair was as white as snow.
 The stage. no longer driven by Enoch Pond. who was gathered to his fathers. numbered up to the door one chilly nigh, late in November. 1879. A tall, gray haired gentleman aligh,ed. lifting ou, small. golden-halred mite of girl. He rapped a, the familiar side porch of Dorothy Deans residence. and she bade him enter.
 Dorothy" he said, |" I've come back. My wife is dead. Of all our children. this one. little Ethel. only is lef,. have brought her to you. for ii she stays in the city she will die"
 It all ended in the usual way They dressed the church in cedar and holly. and fioris, from New York sen, magnih- cant Jarqueminot roses and lovely Mar shall Neils, when at Christmas, thirty years af~ the;r first narfinu Ear,1- ,,.i