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

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everything she saw.
Dot was thinking, thinking, thinking
one day as they sat down 20 rest after a
long tramp, in the shadow of a gigantic
bowlder, when she was suddenly as
sailed by:
"Look, Dot. there conth a boatl
Wonder whoth in iti thaw two men,
anyhow. and they're coming thrait
thith way, thee7''
Coming this wayf ] 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,
her big brown eyes fast fixed upon the
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 a most undignified fashion caught the
coat tails of one of the now landed gem
tlemen with the cry of 20, Thcott--
] Thcott!"
Barbara! Barbara! God bless you'll
Where did you spring from9''
"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, Thcottl"
with burst of laughter. Doth jutht
gone up to the hotel-oh, Thcott, let me
whithper thomething to your 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, Thcottp
''How do you know, ChickieP" hug
| ging her close in his gladness.
''Can't thee? But you muthn't let
her know you're here-not all at wunth
Doth very weak!'
lis she, indeed9 I'm very sorry. I'll
ask my wife to come with me when you
have told her-she'll like Dot;" and he
looked down into two big brown wells,
whose liquid treasures were overfowlns
and running to waste all over the little
linen frock; and OIL such a 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 a meek petition
for forgiveness-that he was only flibbing
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 s'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 filed
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 a cream tinted sheet of note
paper:
Come to me, darling, or diew
"What sentimental songr' said Dot,
the obedient.
"Yeth it ithl' 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 it'll taking her 'the-ethtar,' ath
papa callth it. Vow you wait till juth
before thupper, and I'll thee that Dot
18th all ready to rethieve you-and you
promith never to 10 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
Hildbrandt. She looked until her eyes
could no longer bear the splendor, 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 aud read the unutterabe ten
derncss 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 glin-
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