Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1886-01-14

OF iolty ways and high-hown compli-
ment, sweeping bows with dafcrent
gian3es--musk, music, quick attend
ance-the perfect flower of birth and
breeding.
One day he brought TO their aston
ished presence an old guitar, upon
which after that he was forever play
~f;2-coaxing rather-eirs from n
shadowy past-thrcads OF melody
caught from memory's tangled skein;
they snapped short always, while the
faithful lover explained that Dorothy
was fond OF this, or Dorothy would
sing him that; one finger hectoring the
weary string, while he sighed "Una
toccata, n toccata," and the very
air smelled sweet with the s%eringas
OF the South.
There was a morning song he often
sang to an old Russian air.
Sleepcst thou still2
My lutte shall wake thee.
II used to sing it under Dorothy's
window, he told Dolly rememberingly;
lit would wake her-aIl the earth was
hlled with the breath of the white Ii.
laos. Once she vas angry. Why do
you wake me so earlyg' she cried out
from her window ~ith.afrown. Dear.
est, all the other flowers arc awake,
the bees are here | said, pretending
surprise; but | never walked her again
with lutte or song
WAS that the old damsel that sent
you up Salt river" said a young
sqnireen to him one day. The little
family group were gathered in the hall;
the young MAI had ridden over, he
had heard something of the story and
had all the freedom of to-day in gath.
ering information.
James Milton stared at him n mo-
ment in pathetic silence; he did not
answer except by a look that went like
winged speech over. his face. A little
later, seeing Dolly i'll the garden, he
went down to her.
us that the way they talk now"
he asked her. The gentle, refined old
man was standing in the sunshine,
among the white lilacs, q bunch of the
beautiful snowy flowers bent and
touched his snowy hair. "He said
he said"-the sweet old voice, like his
song, broke down.
Don't mind what he said" answer
ed Dolly quickly. What does it mat
teri"
"She didn't-she didn't, began
James Milton IN a lost tone. "She
was not like that; she was true TO me,
wastrue to her; weloved each other.
10, Dolly, ! never knew why she cast
me of; ! was true" he repeated with
confused strength.
81 know it" replied the living poro-
thy, taking his pale hand and kissing
1t. 81 am sure you were faithful"
81 was true to Dorothy; | was true
to my love" he began again with the
tired vchemenCe Of Il WORKOUT pas
sion in his look. In all things, save
my love for her, failed. havedone
othing-nothing-nothing."
His voice rose with the last words;
it sounded strangely thin and shrill
and sad; drained Of all sweet vibra-
ton in the young morning air.
"No, no." cried Dolly; sit is not so;
the greatest triumphs are those that
fail, the greatest successes are those
that end in loss and sorrow" The
experience of ages was in her sweet II,
as she consoled him. eli faith mean
anything, or truth or tenderness, you
have done much"
But the wound still hurt; the
careless thrust had touched a vital
smart. "Ah my little Dolly, you
don't know; | was to have been so
great; Others dreamed dreams of me;
| vas TO do great deeds; | failed i'll all.
But loved Dorothy-I loved Doro-
thy"
Was it any wonder that this other
younger Dorothy, listening to the
gentle stranger with his gentle prattle
OF unchanging worship for one girl
lover. grew more and more fond of
him2 that she was patient always,
caring for him, waiting by him, smil-
ing, helping, consoling!
There are so few men that are
faithful" she would say with yoSth's
unstable bitterness, that is only a
wandering seed, that has not yet
taken root in life, that has still a
sweetness in its bitter, not poisoning
the blood as it must whent the draught
is taken in stronger cups. 80 few are
faithful and she thought of one, one
who was in reality Us lonely as Dolly,
on the far OFF China seas, pacing his
tSth- llpl remembering ltAs Alll
Dolly did not know.
One morning a cold and still October
rain began TO fall, yelling the earth in
a shuddering gray mist. Summer
beauty had vanished, summer warmth
IA gore; all the sunshine seemed to
have passed into the fire OF color that
comprised forest and mountain with
splendor.
James Milton crept up to the be-
loved picture by the window; he bade
Dorothy put on the old lowered satin
dress; the poor girl hesitated, for her
heart was heavy.
GO put on the dress!" commanded
the old man, tiercely,-and so, first
summoning Miss Milton, she hurried
to obey him.
He was standing by the pictured
Dorothy when she came back, but he
turned and regarded with bright, ten.
der eyes the living Dorothy, who nd.
vaneed to his side.
"Ah yesl" said the Oldham, gravely.
1.-TWO Dolothys; loved them both;
only there seemed, sometimes, to be
but one to love-one Dorothy or two?
Arc there two2 / forgot" the ole
confused look slipped into his eyes
once more.
Pray sit down." said Dolly, fright
ened. Leave the p~icture-come
away"
May, there is something / must
tell" He pulled himself up. "Look
Mt this" With one hand he pushed
back a portion of the heavy gilded
frame in which the beautiful dead face
was set; he took from the aperture q
narrow, folded paper. "See, this is
my grandfather's VII; it gave every
thing to me; there We're only Dorothy
and /. 0how | loved herl But she
left me. She refused my love, my
youth, my hope, my ~name-every-
thing. She was so proud and scorn-
full, too. So | hid the viii and went
away, giving her everything that Was
mine. No one had ever seen it, and
went away and she lived on my boun-
ty. made her do that; hal hal"
He laughed feebly, putting his hand
to his head.
''She kept my secret we'll, did she
notf through all these years. Yes,
she has been faithful there. See, Mis-
tress Dorothy, / thank you"
He made a sweeping, knocking bow;
go