Wichita eagle., 1888-01-21
D0R0THY'S LOVER.

YES said Dorothy, unfurling q gaudy
yellow fan, on which pink and blue chrysan-
themums bloomed with startling exuberance.
Isn't it pretty:"
Pretty" Therese echoed in disgust, otis
vilel"
''Oh, WELL Dot replied, ''tte thing is over
done, of course; but you can't help seeing,
Tress, that this is a fine color. Indeed, think
it is really wonderful how they get such fine
colors on. these cheap things. 1t IS all laid on
with brush, you know. Tom, what are
you doingg'
Marking it for you" her brother replied,
welding his pen deliberately; you wouldn't
want TO lose such treasure There you are,
Dot, Dorothy Calhoun, Lyndham- on the
AK Looks very well, doesn't it:''
Il wish you hadn't done that, Tom" Dor
othv said in vexation.
"Why, you are not ashamed of il, hope, ="
Tom cried
Il hate TO have my name plastered all over
things that are of no value. 1t looks SO mean
and snobbisb"
'Never mind" said Therese, soothingly, "a
hundred years from now that name will
greatly enhance the value of the fan. 1t
may bring prlco at sale"
Give me my FAM" she cried, making OF
with it. you are not going to mako fun of
it."
'Be sure and take it with you down to the
Shore" Therese called after her. "I5 may
serve hundred ends. out sailing, you know.
or on the beach.
COR to use warning signal in case of
Illness" Tom interposed
- certainly shall take it,n Dorothy "a
torted- 1t will match my batiste gown beau
tifully."
Perhaps it was perversity, but Dot carried
that yellow fan with her everywhere after
that.
When Tom slowed her away in the train q
week later, he left her futtering it over the
leaves of a new novel.
The train was crowded, os the trains to the
seaside usually are. Among the passengers
was a tall, slender young man. with per-
fectly correct outfit and the air of one who
takes the world pleasantly.
pretty girl, that" he unused; "but, good
gracious, what an extraordinary FAM"
Dot had it spread to its fullest extent, and
was bending over now and then to sniff the
white hlacs she wore On her breast.
II wonder where she Is going" the young
man ,nuSed Its such hard work drumming
up girl down at the Point If fellow only
knew somcbody-Ah, beg pardon, may &C
cupy this seatn'
Some one had got ont at the way station,
and the seat alongside Of Dorothy being
vacant, tho young man pumped into it.
Dorothy gave him "a cool nod of acquiescence
and weT on reading.
The yellow fan was unfurled Just under
tho young mans ewes.
He could not help staring at it, and there,
quite plain to view, he read:
Dorothy Grant Calhoun, Lyndham- on-the
AK"
What a bore this corventionality isr' he
unused fretfully. Il might have jolly time
of it on the way down if l only dared speak
TO her"
Dorothy laid down her fan and took out
hair pin to use as paper knife.
The fan fell to the floor; then came a
flourish and
ALLOW me-ahem! All, / beg pardon, but
j could not help seeing your name on your
fan, and | could not help noticing the fan, it
is SO handsome. | believe am addressing
Miss Calhoun. Have not tho honor of be-
ing q classnate of a relative OF yours at Am
herst colleges"
''My brother Tom said Dot in surprise,
glancing down AZ her fan. Glow did YOU
know it, Did you recognize his writingG'
Il fancy So" the young fellow fbbed quito
boldly. Excuse me- my name is Russell. |
1.-Two at Lynn. Tom viii tell you all about
me. | had no idea when l sat down here that
you were his sister. 1t is so pleasant to meet
some one i'll the train: it is such q long, STU
pid ride down TO the Point. You arc going
there, | supposed"
''Yes." Dot asSented quite graciously My
aunt, Mrs. Seymour hes cot52ge there"
"How very pleasant!n Russell murmured;
and conversation then proceeded quite easily.
There was nothing moro natural than that
Dot should recognise MIN after that on the
beach, and that when her aunt ASKED who he
was she should sag discreetly:
"A classmate OF Toms, lir. Russell"
sWhy don't you have him up to callr Mrs.
Seymour inquired, being anxious her niece
should have a nice time.
So Dot invited him.
After that the Point ceased to he the dull
place they had both thought it y month of
boating and stroiing together had worked
such spell of pleasure over them that Mrs
Seymour, in a fit Of growing anxiety, sat
down and wrote 10 Tom:
Dorothy has met one Of your old class
mates here, Mr.. Russell, vino nays HOY such
marked devotion that il has become uecc5- /
sary for mo to find out Whist his prospects
are / have already learned something of (
his family; they arc TIE RusSeIlS OF Lynn; /
but some of that family are rica and sonle
are poor. and l cannot find out where this /!
young fellow comes in. What DO you know |
about him!'
Tom did no5 answer this letter by post I
He came down TO the Point in person, very
much wrought up.
Dorothy he said sternly, where is this (
fellow Russeas There is no such man in our
class. be Is some ooventurer who has taken
you in. | an cs,onisheG that you encour-
aged him. Why didn't you ask me about
hinf'
''He said he knew you," Dorothy faltereG.
He lied, was Toms brusque rejoiDGer,
land Til tell ham 30"
II did write YOU about him." said Dor
othy, bursting INTO tears. That is. w,roca
Therese; but you were OF at Portsmouth.
ana supposed shc would never say anything
about 1t. Don't-oon'J sisre at me so, Tom"
We'll. you have made a fool of YOURSELF"
Ec said savagely. Dear knows VINO the tel-
low is. Like as not hes thief"
''Oh, he's & gentleman" Dorothy inter
posed tearfuily. Indeed he is, To.a,n
'.How 10 you kEowi !; may be al a
eA4esL.A. AtI man
who starts OFT with lying. You don't eveu
know whether his nalIe really is Rus1s.la
"oh, YES, do sad Dorothy; "Auns
Mary knows people who know hinr."
"Humphy" retorted Tom. "Where did you
meet him, anyhow"
''In-the-train' Dorothy cried, with a
fresh burst of tears.
well exclaimed her brother Savaceiv,
''Dorotfy Calhoun. did think you were old