Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-11-11

into the dainty chamber, all pink
silesia and snowy dotted muslin, like
herald of war.
Dorothy !" she said, in quite an
awful voice.
Aunt y cried Dorothy, rising.
Look there! Read"
She held up the paper and waved
her arm with . tragic gesture Of
command.
Dorothy glanced at the paragraph
pointed out aud read as hidden.
And this il what she read THE
social exodus has begun. Among
the names Of the pleasure seekers
leaving this evening on the steam
ship Asia 70 summer on the CONT
nent We notice those OF Paul A.
Carlisle and wife,
Dorothy looked at the paper blank
ly. Then she began and read il over
again.
well >" questioned Miss Abigail
sternly.
The girl stood up, white to the
very lips aud trembling a little.
There's some - mistake" she
said.
| Miss Abigail gave a distrus,ful
snort.
IF there is she asserted, we've
made it. He's a scamp, my dear ?"
And then waxing emphatic, a
double distilled scamp"
/ Won unnGnff .r. ~
thy. striving 10 swallow the great
choking lump in her throat. 1T is
l-some other-Mr. Carlisle"
"Yes, Knocked Miss Abigail scorn-
fully, very likely Do you suppose
there are two men with exactly the
same name-down TO the middle mi.
tial-whose departure would be con.
sidered worth chronicling in the
Cyclops Courier-do you"
But Dorothy sprang to the door,
and ran down stairs, and out into
the sbadowy old orchard like thing
pursued.
And there she flung herself down
on the smooth, short grass, dry-eyed.
white-lipped. half mad with soaring,
incredulous pain.
And up In the room she had lust
left, hard-featnred Miss Abigail So.
down in Dorothy's own particular,
be-ribboned rocker. and fiinging her
blue apron over her face cried like a
baby for very sympathy. The day
wore on the gay, sweet warm August
day. And still Dorothy lay crushed
and faint, and heart-sick under the
big apple tree.
The Courier was dated the 18th
this was the 18th. City papers were
mellow when they reached the little
village. He had been gone two days
but then he hadn't gone ! There
was some mistake, she kept telling
herself over and over, though in her
innermost soul she didn't believe
there was.
Within Miss Abigail went around
the house with a very stern counter
ance and very red eyes.
I'll make some strawberry puff
balls for supper" enc decided, grave
ly. "She was always powerful fond
of strawberry puff.balls. and maybe
they'll comfort her somer' But then
Miss Abigail had never been in love
herself, and 1t takes more than straw
berry pntf.balls TO cure such heart
aches.
The soft, purplish dusk lay over
the farm when Dorothy felt q gentle
touch on her shoulder.
Come In to supper, child. You'll
catch your death u cold"
She rose up slowly.
II am not going into the house."
she said. II should smother"
Miss Abigail held forth the temple
Ing bait within. and shook her head |
In sorrowful foreboding as utterly |
disregardful Dorothy walked away.
Down at the gate she paused-the |
low, wide, green gate where she had |
30 often stood to listen to the ringing |
footstep coming up the country |
road.
So often, but now-never again |
Despite the pain Of remembrance she |
found herself recalling every dear |
word, and look, and thought of the |
dead summer days. She had been |
something Of a bookworm all her life,
and now flashed to her brain and
there burned the rebellious, passion.
ate cry of Othello
My heart is turned to stone strike |
il
And it hurts my hand r.
Hark /! q footstep che must 60 in !;
how foolish she was growing, to
imagine it might be-his.
Nearer-nearer still She could
not move. She leaned heavily against
the green post-pillar. A voice
Whose voice The gate was flung
wide; close arms were round
her
Dark Oh, how dark 1t was grow
ing. Il
Five minutes later Miss Abigail
looked up 10 amazement as a tall
young figure strobe into the little
parlor bearing Ia his arms slender.
pink clad burden.
"Youw she cried. II thought
you lad gone to Europe with your
wife. We read it 10 the Cyelops
Courier, and"
"And you believed it! Good
heavens. was that why Dolly tainted
at sight of me ? Ny father and
mother sailed for the continent. Our
initials are the same. ! todd them al
about Dorothy before they left. and
II she will only consent to hurried
marriage We will join them 10 Paris
In September. On, you're listening.
you dear little sinner What do you
ssy-yes! That Is right And you
doubted me ! Dolly. Dolly aren't
you ashamed OF yourself ?"
Yes" said Dolly, - am !"