Clarksville evening chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn) 1886-1890, 1888-12-08

CopdCAOuS pNIArtSs sAAN A@A9 dOHA DASoeAi-
less to Scott s' f
Into the each and OF 10 the assembly
rooms.
won't Cot thtareG' thought the little
wretch. acne needn't be tho old after
all to go 80 a bali. / make thentha-
ton, don't wonderi''
She was right. Scott left her at the
door of the iadies' room in care of nice
old black "Aunty," who hooked her
snugly into her lovely frock and tied the
filmy traceTY about her waist with real
French touch, though the fingers were
black as inli,l
"How in q . world OBJ worlds did yo'
ebber happen tar come to dis hyar crowd
up ball, honey. ehile?' looking at her adj
miringly, as she srsss her steps before the
long mirror 80
"Oh, Dot ;tll bsre-my thithter, you
underthand; and / jutht thought I'd
come. too"
A burst Of exquisite melody-a valse
of Chopin s. brought Scott to the door
to claim the little hand for round.
18th too bad, Thcott, but you are too
tall!'' looking at him from her lowly
standpoint
"No, my dear Miss Barbara, the fault
lies at your feet; you are too little, look
ing far down at her and thinking how
lucky he was to have this little bunch Of
exquisite loveliness for his SISTER by only
going through the several stages Of &C.
static bliss with Dot, thereby killing two
birds with one stone, dead as door nails.
I'm not going to even try to waltz
with you--it would theem really too
ridiculuth-and I'm not going to be
laughed at; leth wait for the lantherth-
know that betht of all"
Dot and her submerged parent were
now safely on the floor. Dots eyes
roved over the heads of diminutive
maidens and squatty matrons in vain
hopes of their finding the recreant Scott
'Would he dare to come without me9
Would he dare9 Well, he * capable of
even so fragrant al
''May ] have the pleasure, Miss Dot?
The Lancers, believe" and papa's
business partner, lowering a crooked
elbow in her direction, leads her away by
the tip of a gloved finger that rests
daintily upon his broadcloth coated arm.
In moment more they are standing face
to face with-Soott and Barbaral
For a moment her intense surprise held
her silent captive. Then, casting one
swift glance about her, she saw that
about forty pairs of eyes were curiously
intent upon Scott and his companion;
saw that people were not censuring, but
admiring and wondering over the fairy's
advent, and, with never a lift Of her
blazing eyes in their direction, she cut
them both dead. Barbara felt that her
sister was tragically inclined, despite her
lack of worldly experience, and so fear
kept her dumb, for Dot could be
awful when she chose, this young
sister knew to her sorrow.
In and out and out and in; and in the
grand chain Dots glove was squeezed by
a poor innocent young fellow, who
thought slight pinching of the leather
covered finger tips would win one uplift-
ing of the long lashes Scottward; but the
lashes, though they trembled, were not
raised.
A crash Of musical discord, the "Lan-
GERS" was breaking up, when papa, walk
ing about with step-mamma-elect saw
prince and fairy and recognized them
as beings of his own household.
Oh, the enchantment of that night to
Barbara! And how the fairy folk came
trooping out from the gorgeous binding
Of her books and danced about her as she
lay in dreamland, after the lights were
out, the ballroom deserted, and Dot had
solemnly refused to kiss her good night.
Next day note from Scott to Dot fell
into Barbara's hands. She coolly opened
it and read as follows:
dot, | am in disgrace; why is it?
Why did you not speak to me last night
Did anger you, Dot, by refusing to lis
ten longer to a lecture / did not need?
How soon will you learn to trust me?
But if you are really convinced that
am the guilty wretch you lectured SO
soundly, would advise you to think no
more Of Scott"
'Thath awful" said Barbara; 18th
thimply awful--and if Dot geth a glimpth
of tllith I'll be mothed killed! have to
be blamed for everything, it theemth,
and Thcott ought to know better than to
write note like thith-Ill teach him
etthon ~ and the red Goals of the CRATE
had merry time for second with bit
Of crested note paper.
All that week Scott waited and waited,
and all that week Dot hoped and hoped
and the old saying that hope deferred
maketh the heart sick" proved itself 4
truth, for it came to pass that Dots body
caught the fever raging in her heart, and
there she lay, a downright invalid, for
four weary weeks
Meanwhile, Scott had gone off in his
yacht, taking French leave of all Upper
tendon. Tho tickle little birds from
Southland came back after their long va
cation to set up housekeeping again, and
every hedgerow was alive with melody;
the berries were beginning to show them
selves upon the bushes and briars.
Clouds hung miles high in the heavens,
whenever there were any clouds, and the
sun went down to gather fresh heat
from his underground furnace for to-
morrow's discomfort. The sea grew
bluer as the days grew SO much longer
and brighter, and guests had been pour
ing into the Oceansidc hotel for weeks
when papa piloted his daughters to rooms
engaged for them.
Dot was white and wan and sick in