St. Paul daily globe., 1885-02-03

Two days later little lady, with wide
brown eyes and hair that would insist on
curing in mischievOus rings around her fore
head, sat in front of slowly dying fire, hel
small white hands claspel together on her
knee, as she watched the fast dying em bers
on the CRATE.
This same little woman was very poor and
this dying fire was all she had to keep herself
from freezing that cold winter day, but for
all that poor room, her plain dress-one
could not fail TO know she was lady, Slowly
the Goals died down; then, like q last. faint
effort, tiny tongue of flame shot up and
out aud at the same instant a loud knock
sounded on the outer door. The lady arose
and opened the door, to see the postnan
standing without in the snow and the fain
lights of dying day touching his strong
rugged face. pretty Dora Browning never
remembered that day, afterward, without
thinking OF that face.) A letter for herl
With cold, trembling fingers she took it,
not forgetting to bow her thanks to the post
man, VINO went away on his rounds, hoping
vaguely that the large, business like envelope
contained good news for the sad faced little
woman.
Dora sat down quite weak and faint
What did it bring her! Was her poor it'll,
story really accepted, or-oh, terrible and
yet more natural fact-was II "not availa
blei"
The slender tongue Of fame on the heartt
flashed up brightly for a moment.
Dora opened the envelope, unfolded tht
sheet of paper, and lol most blessed sight
there lay two crisp $40 billsl The bot, blind
ing tears Of thaukiuiuess rushed to tue grea
brown eyes, aud for little while she could
not see 10 read the letter. Then, calming
herself, she went TO the window 10 catch the
precise words. Yes, ber story was accepted
Would she call at 90 Rose terrace as soon a:
possible, and arrange more fully as to any
future stories she would be willing to writel'
Would shei Ali would she not mos
gladlyp
No. 29 Rose terrace. She must not forget
the number.
How kind that editor was, and she had al
WAYS thought editors such terrible creatures
She laughed-just her clear, old-time laugh
and FASTENED out to buy some necessary
things that evening.
'Miss Browning, SIR" announced the
servant opening the library door, Uncle
Tom, sitting in front Of q blazing fire, did moi
move.
The servant went out, closing the door.
aud Dora stood rather shylv, wondering why
the gentleman did not notice her.
''If YOU please, Mr.. Cartwell," she began
at last, her sweet voice sounding Ike a note
Of music in the big room.
Then with en- aoruptness that startled her
Mr.. Cartwell arose and confronted her. his
face full in the strong light from the western
window.
"Dorar' be said
She gave little frightened CRY, then stood
staring at him with wistful brown eyes.
Dora, be repeated, gently, crossing tbs
room to her side, don't you remembei
Tomi''
He held out his hands, and she, very whit:
and trembling. laid her own within them.
"Aftsr all these years, +" he said, Il have
fonnd you st lastl''
But, Mr.. CartweIl, ''DorA faltered, ''wbers
is hei l came TO see about
about your stOrics,' he said 'sTes.
received the one YOU sent You nav write
all you please, Dot, at any price you Ike. Il
you'll but become my little wife. Win YOU.
While she, not understanding then-al
though she did sfterward-auswervd very low
aud softly, though her brown eyes were full
Of oli-time mirtA:
Yes, Tom.f
Aud outside. beneath the window. the sil.
very sieigh-beils rang out their song Of youth
aud love and music.
"Tinkle-tinE. tinkle-tiog. tinkie-,inkIe.
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