Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1888-07-13

Dot was thinking, thinking, thinking
one day as they sat down 10 rest after a
long tramp, in the shadow of a gigantic
bowlder, when she was suddenly as
sailed by:
Look, Dot, there comth a boat |
Wonder whoth in it? thaw two men,
anyhow, and they're coming thrait
thith way, thee9"
"Coming this way? shall go on,
Barbara, you may follow when you have
watched the boat come in, and she left
the child standing beside the great rock,
incoming shallop.
Nearer and nearer, and the little
painted shell, riding like some fairy ship
over the now placid waters, came swiftly
landward. When the keel grated in the
sand Barbara, with eyes like stars, ran
excitedly down to the shores edge, and
in most undignifed fashion caught the
coat tails of one of the now landed gen.
tlemen with the cry of 30, Thcott-
| Thcott!''
"Barbara Barbar1 God bless you'll
Where did you spring from"
"From that rockl" which information
somewhat startled him as he looked at
! the huge bowlder, at least twenty feet
high.
"Oh, not from the thummit, Thcottt"
with burst of laughter. Doth jutht
gone up to the hotel-oh, Thcott, let me
whithper thomething to you'll" and
SCOTS ears were made happy by just
five little words that rushed up into his
brain like some strange, intoxicating
melody: "Dotth dying for you, Thcott |"
"How do you know. Chickie?" hug
cling her close in his gladness.
Cant I thee? But you muthn't let
her know you're here-not all at wunth
Doth very weakl"
us she. indeedl I'm very sorry. I'll
ask my wife to come with me when you
have told her-she'n like Dot" and he
looked down into two big brown wells,
whose liquid treasures were overlooking
and running to waste all over the little
linen frock; and oh! such look, far
down under their trimming surfaces
look of outraged confidence and indig-
nant sorrow-a look that made Scott
gather her up into his strong arms and
kiss the tears away, with meek petition
for forgiveness-tha he was only fiibbing
and sunshine chased shadow from our
little heroines eyes.
Then the child began plotting to get
them together-for Barbara felt, young
as she was, that Dot would never volun-
tarily 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 re-
plying at intervals and not hearing the
twaddle at all. Suddenly Barbara sprang
up from Dots side, seized her pen and
paper, and scratch, scratch. scratch filled
the room for fully ten minutes.
"Oh, Dot, get up, pleathe; can't
copy thith at all-won't you juth write
the name of thith thong for me2"
Poor Dot wrote neatly and prettily In
her fine Italian hand, these words in the
center Of a cream tinted sheet of note
paper:
'Come to me, darling, or diel"
"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 flash to Scott.
And he? He took the written words
as condemned man might take mes.
sage 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
Unfortunately.
'Dot 18th taking her 'the-ethtar,' att
papa calth it. Now you wait till juth
before thupper, and I'll thee that Dot
18th all ready to rethieve you-and you
promith never to 20 off again or THAN
the door,"
That evening the sunset was glorious
like jewels from the Orient heaped in O
golden platter the little cloudlets blushed
and famed, yellow and crimson and
ruby red.
Dot, dressed like the wrath of some
fashionable Undine, came out upon the
balcony to enjoy it all-that is, to enjoy
it as well as she could without her lost
Hildbrandt. She looked until her eyes
could no longer bear the splendor, ther
turned her glance backward.
Suddenly she deserted figure that
seemed strangely, sweetly familiar
despite the blur the sun had made before
her eyes. The figure came nearer, the
mists cleared from before her longing
eyes, and Dot could not tell for one in
toxicating instant whether or not she
was in heaven when she saw Scott
radiant faced, smiling up into her very
eyesl
He stood at last beneath her balcony
Groups of people were standing by, anc
for this reason alone he did not follow
the irresistible impulse that made hin
wish to shout aloud his great love for he
and his excessive joy at seeing her again
When she could no longer gaze like
veritable Juliet, silently down into hi
very eyes and read the unutterable ten
derness that fills their glorious depths
when her Romeo vanished from her sigh
and disappeared within the door be
meath her balcony, she dragged hersel
heavily back into her room and fell int.
white heap upon the floor.
But when consciousness came glim
mering back she lay limp and passive il
SCOTS strong arms, heard Barbara's tri