The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1883-11-10

cantly, muttered 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 door
was flung wide, and she stalked into
the dainty chamber, all pink silesia 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 hidden.
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.
"Wel?" questioned Miss Abigail;
stcrnly
The girl stood up, white to the very
lips and trembling a little,
There's mistake" she said.
Miss Abigail gave distrustful snort.
''If there is, she asserted, ''lce'Ve
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
lump in her throat. at is-some other
Mr.. Carlisle
Eyes, Knocked Miss Abigail scorn.
fully, "rery likely! Do you suppose
there are two men with exactly the same
name-doDn to the middle initial
whose departure would be considered
worth chronicling in the CyclopS Cou-
er-do youP'
But Dorothy sprang to the door, and
ran down stairs, and out into the
shadowy old orchard like a thing pur-
sued.
And there she flung herself down on
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
Dorothy's own particular, beribboned
rocker, and flnging her blue apron
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.
i The Courier was dated the 18th
this was the 18th. y. 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 teising s-4rself
over and over, though in her innermost
soul she did mt believe there was.
Within Miss Abigail went around the
house with very stern countenanct
and very red eyes.
an make some strawberry puff-oalls
for supper" she decided, gravely
''She was always powerful fond of straw
J berry puff-balls, and maybe they II com
fort her some" But then Miss Abigail
had never been in love herself, and !
takes more than strawberry puff-balls tt
CURE SuCu
The soft, purplish dusk lay over tn
farm when Dorothy felt gentle toucl
on her shoulder.
"Come in to supper, child. You'll
: catch your death O. cold"
She rose up slowly.
II am not going into the house" sh
said. II should smother"
! Miss Abigail held forth the tempting
y bait within, and shock her head in sol
u rowful foreboding as utterly disregard
y full Dorothy walked away. Down at th
gate she paused-the low, wide, gree
gate where she had SO often stood.
: listen to the ringing footstep coming u
. the country road.
So often, but now-never again! ID
u spite the pain of remembrance she foun
" herself recalling every dear word, an
|, look, and thought of the dead summ'
. DAYS. She hal been something OF
! bookworm all her life, and now fasht
, to her brain and there burned the +
- bellious,, passionate cry of Othello:
y my heart is turned to stone; strike 1t
And it hurts my handl"
ID Hark! a footstep! she must go j
Ig how foolish she was, growing to ina
inc it might be-his.
le Nearer-nearer still! She could n
Of move. She leaned heavily against i
s, green post-pillar. A voice! Who
re voice? The gate was flung wide; Gle
n arms were round her
Dark! Oh, hoU dark it was gro
g, ing.
O. Five minutes later Miss Abigail loc
er ed up in swift amazement as tall you
of figure strobe into the little parlor be-
;ag in his arms a slender, pink-cl
1t, burden.
ok ''You!'' she cried. al thought y
on had gone to Europe with your Ol
ep We read it in the CycIops Co1r,
and
rs, '.And you believed itP Good heaye
Was that why Dolly tainted at sight
ter meP My father and mother sailed
It's the Continent. Our initials are
same. told them all about Doro
ms. before they left, and if she will only C
yas sent to hurried marriage we will
Id, them in Paris in September. Oh. you
nth listening, you dear little sinner! w
do you say-yesP That is right! !
ned YOU doubted me! Dolly. Dolly! ar.
IL YOU ashamed of YOURSELF"
- ssYaa - said holly 81 ami (Jiic