Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-08-22
tiemeri with the cry Of so, Thcott-

tIemen with the cry Of 20, Thcott-
Thcctt!''
"Barbara! Barbara. God bless you!
Where did you spring fromf'
''From that rocky 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 ho.el-oh, Thcott, let me
whithper thomething to yous' and
Ecott's ears were made happy by just
five little words that rushed up into bis
brain like some strange, Intoxicating
melody, "Dotth dying for you, Thcott"
"How do you know, ChickieT' hug
ging her close in his gladness.
Cant I thee? But you muthn't let
her know you're here-not all at wunth
Doth very weak!
s.Is she, indeedl I'm very sorry. Ill
ask my wife to come with me when you
have told her-she'n ike Dot;" and he
looked down into two big brown wells,
whose liquid treasures were overt1owmg
and running to waste all over the little
linen frock; and oh! such look, far
down under their Drumming gurfaoe-
a look of outraged confidence and indig-
nant sorrow-a' look that made Scott
gather her up into bis strong arms and
kiss the tears away, with meek petition
for forgiveness-thath he was only tiibbing
and sunshine chased shadow 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 volun-
tarily see Scott again.
That afternoon, when all 1.-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 tho
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; I can'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 q cream tinted sheet of note
paper:
."Come to me, darling, or dep
"What sentimental song!" said Dot,
the obedient.
'Yeth 1t ithp' 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 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 ith taking her -the-ethtar,' ath
papa callth it. Vow you wait till juth
before thupper, and III thee that Dot
it'll all ready to rethieve you-and you
promith never to go off again or THAN
the door,
That evening the sunset was glorious;
like jewels from the Orient heaped in
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
HiIdbrandt. She looked until her eyes
could no longer bear the spleudor, then
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
eyes!
He stood at last beneath her balcony.
Groups of people were standing by, and
for this reason alone he did not follow
the irresistible 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 a
veritable Juliet, silently down into his
very eyes and read the unutterable ten
derness that fills 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 glim-
mering back she lay limp and passive in
SCOTS strong arms, heard Barbara's tri-
umphant cry. "Oh, Dot! oh, Thcott,
Amt you happy now?" and saw papa
standing over her with his handkerchief
suspiciously near his eyes, although he
kept blowing his nose with great zeal.
land my note never reached you, my
poor, broken III yf'
"No, Scott, never"
And for the first time in her life Bar
bara had an inkling of the mischief she
had unwittingly done; but she was very
quiet about it, and only ''confetthed"
after many monthA
And the roses rushed back pell-meil,
tho sea grew greener and Ioveier, the
sand YVES shining gold and the clouds
were roly-poly cupids chasing each other
across the wide fields Of azure, and Scott
was her own forevermore.-Eva Best in
Detroit Free Press.
Chastity enables the soul to breathe