Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1888-07-19

petition for forgiveness-that he was only
fbbing-and sunshine chased shadows from
our little heroine's eyes.
Then the child began plotting to get them
together-for Barbara felt, young as she
was, that Dot would never voluntarily see
Scott again.
That afternoon, when all ''the world' at
the hotel was taking its siesta Dot and
Barbara lay talking; the latter rafting
ahead and keeping wonderfully away from
the subject at heart, the former replying at
intervals and not hearing the twaddle at all.
Suddenly Babara sprang up from Dots side,
seized her pen and paper, and scratch,
scratch, scratch filed the room for fully
ten minutes
%, Dot, get up, pleathc; Ican't copy thith
at all-won't you juth write the name of
| thith thong for me!"
Poor Dot wrote neatly and prettily in her
fine Italian hand. these words in the center
of cream-tinted sheet of note paper:
Come to me, darling, or 1 die.'
''What sentimental song" said Dot, the
obedient
''Yeth it ithr' and Barbara grabbed the
paper and lay down by Dot until she was
sure her sister was lost in slumber; then
the small opossum was up and of like
fash to Scott.
And he. He took the written word. as a
condemned man might take a message
straight from Heaven-he kissed Barbara
and the letter by turns, and the tears of Joy
he could not restrain fell upon the note
paper and the yellow bangs indiscrimi-
nately.
''Dotth taking her 'the-ethtar.' ath papa
callth it. Now you wait till iuth before
thupper, and I'll thee that Dot it'll all ready
to rethieve you-and you prornith never to
go of again or THAN the door,
That evening the sunset was glorious
like jewels from the Orient ped in
golden platter the little c'oudlets blushed
and famed, yellow and Grin son AMI ruby
red.
Dot, dressed like the wrath ofsome ash
ionable Undine, came out upon the balcony
to enjoy it all-that is. to enjoy it as well as
she could without her lost Hildebrandt. She
looked until her eyes could no longer bear
the splendor, then turned her glance back
ward.
Suddenly she deserted figure that seemed
strangely, sweetly familiar, despite the blur
the sun had made before her eyes. The fig
ure came nearer, the mists cleared from be-
fore her longing eyes, and Dot could not
tell for one intoxicating instant whether or
not she was in heaven when she saw Scott,
radiant-faced, smiling up into her very eyes!
He stood at last beneath her balcony.
Groups of people were standing by, and for
this reason alone he did not follow the ire
sistable impulse that made him wish to shout
aloud his great love for her and his excessive
joy at seeing her again. When she could no
longer gaze like veritable Juliet, silently
down into his very eyes, and read the unut-
terable tenderness that filled their glorious
depths, when her Romeo vanished from her
sight and disappeared within the door be-
meath her balcony, she dragged herself
heavily back into her room and fell into
white heap upon the floor.
But when consciousness came glimmering
back she lay limp and passive in SCOTS
strong arms, heard Barbara's triumphant
cry: Oh, Dot oh, Thcott, arnt you happy
now" and san papa standing over him with
his handkerchief suspiciously near his eyes,
although he kept blowing his nose with
great zeal.
And my note never reached you, my
poor broken ily.''
''No, Scott, never"
And for the first time in her lie Barbara
had an linking of the mischief she had I'M
Willingly done; but she was very quiet
about it, and only ''c9nfetthedn after many
months.
And the roses rushed back peIl-mell the
sea grew greener and lovelier, the sand was
shining gold and the clouds were roly-poly
cupids chasing each other across the wide
fields of azure, and Scott was her own for
evermore-EUd Best. ~. Detroit Free Press