The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-01-15

went down TO her.
'Is that the way they talk now2''
he asked her. The gentle, r~efinedsold
man was standing in the sunshine,
among the white lilacs, a bunch of the
beautiful snowy flowers bent and
touched his snowy hair. HE said
heS aid"-the sweet old voice, like his
song, broke down.
Don't mind what he said," answer
ed Dolly quickly. "What oesitma
teri"
'tShe didn't-she didn't, began
James Milton / q lost tone. "She
was not like that; she was true to me,
| was true to her; weloved each other.
TO, Dolly, / never knew why she cast
me off; | was true" he repeated with
confused strength.
81 know it," replied the living Doro-
thy, taking his pale hand and kissing
it. II am sure you were faithful"
III was true to Dorothy; / was true
to my love-" he began again with the
tired vehemence of a WORKOUT pas
sion in his look. In all things, save
my love for her, | failed. Ihavedone
othing-nothing-nothing."
His voice rose with the last words;
it sounded strangely thin and shrill
and sad; drained of all sweet vibra-
tion 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 sorsnw." The
experience of ages was in her sweet II,
as she consoled him. IF faith means
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;
/ was to do greatdeeds; / failed in 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 n girl
lover, grew more and more fond of
him? 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 youths
unstable bitterness, that is only a
wandering seed, that has not yet
taken root in life, that has still a
sweetness In it's bitter, not poisoning
the blood as it must when the draught
is taken in stronger cups. $50 few are
faithful" and she thought of one, one
who was in reality as lonely as Dolly,
on the far off China seas, pacing his
deck-"not remembering her." But
Dolly did not know.
One morning a cold and still October
rain began to fall, yelling the earth in
shuddering gray mist. Summer
beauty had vanished, summer warmth
was gone; all the sunshine seemed to
have passed into the fire OF color that
compassed forest and mountain with
splendor.
James Milton crept up to the be-
loved picture by the window; he babe
Dorothy put on the old lowered satin
dress; the poor girl hesitated, for her
heart was heavy.
$50 put on the dressl" commanded
the old man, fercely land 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 adj
vanced to his side.
"Ah yesl" said the Oldham, gravely.
ssTwo Dorothys; ! loved them both;
only there seemed, sometimes, to be
but one to love-one Dorothy or two?
Are there swo? / forgot" the Ole
confused look slipped into his eyes
once more.
pray sit down." said Dolly, fright
ened. Leave the picture-come
away"
May, there is something / must
tell" He pulled himself up. "Look
at this!' With one hand he pushed
back a portion of the heavy gilded
e L. :; Ils;;scih Oh tho 555autifuf dead lace
was set; he took from the aperture a
marrow, folded paper. "See, this is
my grandfather's will; it gave every
thing to me; there were only Dorothy
and /. O how / 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 will and went
away, giving her everything that vas
mine. No one had even 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 well, did she
not? through all these years. Yes,
she has been faithful there. See, Mis-
tress Dorothy, / thank YOU"
He made q sweeping, knocking bow;
the lovely, pictured face looked on with
the same cold. quiet smileini its beauti-