The Opelousas courier., 1886-01-16

tangible reality. So what wonder
Dorothy turned it up and down, and
under and over, and kissed it in her
sheer joy of heart?
Over at Mrs. Evans Miss Abigail
sat, her. sunbonnet united and pushed
back on her head, her spectaeles
perched on her accommodating rigid
nose, deep in the perusal Of the Trhun.
de,eg.
"Too bad, chi" qneried Mrs. Evans,
briskly topping gooseberriea
"Yes," assented Miss Abigail, "after
all his years of saying-eh what's
this?"
whats what ?'' asked Mrs. Evans,
startled at her guests tone. She was
staring straight at the sheet she held,
her eyes very troubled and her mouth
grimly set. z3&s$'43 ~
'Dear, dear, Miss Byrnesl" exclAmeo
Mrs. Evans, in feeble alarm "do tellr'
Buther visitor made no reply only
reused herself with an effort. tied her
sunbonnet strings with an energetic.
jerk, and marched straight out of the
house, the 9hmdeger in her hand.
Mrs. Evans stared afterherEa moment
Then she tapped her forehead siggnif=
cantly, muttered a single word, and
went complacently on topping her
gooseberries. Dorothy, still sitting
dreamily by the yine-wreathed Windowsss
twisting the5bdght eireletIrouhd and
round on her slim brown finger, started
as Miss Abigail banged the garden
gate behind her and hurried up the
path. Ill
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 a herald of
war. H
"Dorothyr' she said. in quite am
awful voice. Ia sss5A#s sas5
manifestations nising
Look theret Reads!'. IS
She held up the paper and waved
her arm with a tragic-gesture Of COM
mand.
Dorothy glanced atthe paragraph
pointed out and read IS 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 readit over again.
"Well?" questioned Miss Abigail
sternIy.
The girl stood up, white to the very
lips and trembling a little.
There's some-mistake r she said.
Miss Abigail gave + distrustfu1
snort. ~
IF there is. she asserted, s1zge'oe
made It'll He's a scamp, my dear r
And then, waxing emphatic, "A dou
ble-distiIled scamp Y IA
you mustn't speak 50 e said Dor
othy, striving to swallow the great
choking lump in her throat. 1T is
some other-Mr. Carlisle
Eyes Knocked Miss Abigail seorn=
fully ssreag likely Do you suppose
there are two men with exactly the
same namedoDn to the middle mi
tial-Whose departure would be .con
sidered worth cflronfcling IN The Thur
deqer-do you?ss'
But Dorothy sprang to thedoor, and
ran down the stairs, and out into the
shadowy orchard like a thing pursued.
And there she flung herself down On
the smooth, short grassdry-eyed. white
half-mad with soaring, insredu-
1ous pain. $50
And up in the roompsle had just
left hard-featured Miss Abigail sat
down in Dorothy's own particular, be-
rocker, and flinging her blue
apron over her face cried like 4 baby
for very sympathy The day wore %,
the gay, sweet. warm August day,
And still Dorothy lay crushed, and
faint, and heart-sick under the big
tree.
The IHatasdereg 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 |.
vas.
within, Hiss AbigaiIWant around
the house with i very stern counter
ance and very red eyes IN
I'm make some strawberry pun
balls for snpper, I she decided gravely.
sshe was always powerful fond of
punaE-balls arId1naybe They'll
comfort her sorneI' But then Miss
ca hs~as1 haa nn,yas honn IN Inua hnrsnle