The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1883-10-04

sunbonnet strings with an energetic
jerk, and marched straight out OF the
house, the Cgclops Courier in her hand.
Mrs. Evans stared after her a moment.
Then sire tapped her forehead sipniii.
cantly, multered a single word, and
went complacently on topping her
gooseberries Dorothy, still sitting
dreamily by the vine-wreathed window,
twisting the bright circlet round and
round on her slim brown finger, started
as Miss Abigail banged the garden gate
behind her and hurried up the path
A heavy tread on the stairs. the dool
was flung wide, and she stall1ed into
the dainty chamber, all pink slesia and
snowy dotted muslin, like herald Of
war.
Dorothy She said, in quite an awful
voice.
"Aunt!'' cried Dorothy, rising.
Look there! Read.
She held up the paper and waved
her arm with tragic gesture Of COM
mand.
Dorothy glanced at the paragraph
pointed out and read as bidden.
And this is what she read: 'The
social exodus has begun. Among the
names Of the pleasure seekers leaving
this evening on the steamship Asia to
summer on the Continent we notice
those Of Paul A. Carlisle and wife. =
Dorothy looked at the paper blankly
Then she began and read it over
again.
.WellP" questioned Miss Abigail;
sternly.
The girl stood up, white to the very
lips and trembling little,
There's mistake she said.
Miss Abigail gave distrustful snort
"If there is, she asserted, "ve'Ue
made it. He's a scamp, my dear!'
And then waxing emphatic, "A double
distilled scamp.
'You musn speak so, said Dorothy,
striving to swallow the great choking
lumpin her throat. sIt Itis-some other.
Mr.. Carlisle
Yes y Knocked Miss Abigail scorn.
fully, scery likely Do you suppose
there are two men with exactly the same
name -dotcn to the middle initial
whose departure would be considered
worth chronicling in the CyclopS Cou-
rGef'- do youpn
But Dorothy sprang to the door, and
ran down stairs, and out into the
shadowy old orchard like thing pur-
sued.
And there she flung herself down en-
the smooth, short grass, dry-eyed, white
Tipped, half mad with soaring, incred-
ulous pain.
And up in the room she had Just left,
hard featured Miss Abigail sat down in
Dorothys own particular, beribboned
rocker, and fipging her blue apron
4 over her face cried like 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 10th
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 gonei There was
some mistake, she kept telling herself
over and over, though in her innermost
soul she did Mt believe there was.
Within Miss Abigail went around the
house with a very stern countenance
and very red eyes.
~ IL ii make some strawberry puif-balls
for supper,@ she decided, gravely.
"She was always powerful fond Of straw
4 berry puff-balls, and maybe they ii com
fort her someIn But then Miss Abigail
had never been in love herself, and it
takes more than strawberry puff balls TO
cure such heartaches.
+. The soft, purplish dusk lay over the
farm when Dorothy felt gentle touch
on her shoulder.
sCome in to supper. child. You'll
catch your death o. cold.
She rose up slowly.
II am not going into the house" she
said. II should smother
Miss Abigail held forth the tempting
bait within, and shook her head in sor-
rowful foreboding as utterly disregard
full Dorothy walked away. Down at the
4 gate she paused-the low, wide, green
4 gate where she had so often stood to
listen to the ringing footstep coming up
the country road. M
So often, but now-never again! De
spite the pain of remembrance She found
herself recalling every dear word, and
look, and thought Of the dead summer
4 DAYS. She hal been something of a
bookworm all her life, and now flashed
z to her brain and there burned the re-
4 bellious, passionate cry of Othello:
my heart is turned to stone; strike it
And il hurts my handE'
i Harkl a footsteps she must go in;
how foolish she was, growing to imag-
inc it might be--hts.
\ Nearer-nearer still She could not
move. She leaned heavily against the
green post-pillar. A voice! Whose
/. yoicep The gate was flung wide; close
arms were round her
! Dark Oh, how dark it was grow
1 ing. r5a Ia
i FIVE minutes later Miss Abigail look
ed up in swift amazement as allyoung
; figure strobe into the little parlor bear
ing in his arms slender, pink-clad
burden. erd
"Youln she cried. II thought yon
had gone to Europe with your Dye.
We read it in the Cyciops Courier,