The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1888-07-21

petition for forgiveness--th he was onlJ
hbbing-and sunshine chased shadows from
our little heroine's eyes.
Then the child began plotting to get then
together--for Barbara felt, young as she
was, that Dot would never voluntarily see
Scott again.
That afternoon, when all 1.-THE world" q,
the hotel was taking It's siesta Dot and
Barbara lay talking; the latter rattlinG
ahead and keeping wonderfully away from
the subject at heart, the former replying al
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.
20, Dot, get up, pleathc; I can't copy thitf
at all--won't you juth write the name OF
thith thong for met"
Poor Dot wrote neatly and prettily in her
fine Italian hand, these words in the center
Of cream-tintcd sheet of note paper:
"Come to me, darling, or dier
| "What sentimental song!" said Dot, the
obedient.
| "Yeth 1t ith!" 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 off like a
| flash to Scott.
And he. He took the written words as a
condemned man might take q message
| straight from Heaven--he kissed Barbara
and tho 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 juth before
thupper, and I'll thee that Dot it'll all ready
to rethieve you-and you promith never to
go off again or thlam the door"
That evening the sunset was glorious
like jewels from the Orient ,aped in a
golden platter the little cloudlets blushed
and famed, yellow and crimson ana ruby
red.
Dot, dressed like the wrath ofsome fash
ionable Undine came out upon the balcony
TO enjoy it all-that is, to enjoy it as we'll 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 descrieda 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 ofpeople 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 herse1
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 Scotts
strong arms, heard Barbaras triumphant
cry: Oh, Dot oh, Thcott, arn't you happy
nova" and saw 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 lily:'
'tNo, Scott, never"
And for the first time in her life Barbara
had an inkling of the mischief she had un-
Willingly done; but she was very quiet
about it, and only '.confetthed" after many
months.
And the roses rushed back pell-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-Evd Best in Detroit Free Press.