The Press., 1888-02-09
DOROTHY'S LOVER.

 thing"
 'sYes,n said Dorothy, unfurling gaudy yellow fan, on which pink and blue chrysan- themums bloomed with startling exuberance. "Isn't it pretty2"
 "Prettyin Therese echoed in disgust, 'it's viler'
 "Oh, well," Dot replied, 'the thing is over done, of course; but you can't help seeing, Tress, that this is a fine color. Indeed, l think it is really wonderful how they get such fine colors on these cheap things. It is all laid on with Q brush, you know. Tom, what are you doing?"
 "Marking it for you, l" her brother replied, yielding his pen deliberately; ''you wouldn't want to lose such a treasure There you are, Dot, Dorothy Calhoun, Lyndham-on- the Aix.' Looks very we'll, doesn't itg'
 II wish you hadn't done that, Tom," Dor othy said in vexation.
 ''Why, you are not ashamed of it, Khope," Tom cried
 q hate to have my name plastered all over things that are of no value. It looks so mean and snobbish." .-
 "Never mind, ;" said Therese, soothingly, Ca hundred years from now that name will greatly enhance the value. of the fan. It may bring Q prce it Q sale"
 "Give me my fan," she cried, making off with it.. "You are not going to make fun of it"
 'Be sure and take it with you down to the shore," Therese called after her. "It may serve hundred ends, out sailing, you know, or on the beach,"
 "Or to use as warning signal in case of illness" Tom interposed.
 {" I certainly shall take it," Dorothy re- torted It 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 week later, he left her futtering it over the leaves of a new novel, The train was crowded, as the trains to the seaside usually are Among the passengers was tall, slender young man, with a per fectly correct outfit and the air of one who l takes the world pleasantly. Pretty girl, that" he unused; "bnt, 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 ilacs she wore on her breast. II wonder where she is going?" the young man unused. ''It's such hard work drumming up girl down at the Point If a fellow only knew somebody-Ah, beg pardon, may oc- cupy this seatg'
 Some one had got out at tho way station, and the seat alongside of Dorothy being vacant, the young man pumped into it. l Dorothy gave him a cool nod of acquiescence and went on reading.
 The yellow fan was unfurled just under the young mans eyes.
 He could not help staring at it, and there, quite plain to view, he read:
 "Dorothy Grant Calhoun, Lyndham-on-the Aix" 4
 "What bore this conventionality isl" he unused fretfully. "I might have jolly time of it on the way down if only dared speak to her."
 Dorothy laid down her fan and took out a hair pin to use as paper knife.
 The fan fell to the floor; then came q flourish and -..
 'sAllow n1e-aheml An, beg pardon, but I 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 I not the honor of be- ing classmate of relative of yours at Am herst collegep'
 My brother Tom!" said Dot in surprise, glancing down at her fan. "How did you know it2 Did you recognize his writingg'
 'I fancy so," the young fellow 6bbed quite boldly. Excuse me, my name is Russell live at Lynn Tom will tell you all about me. had no idea when sat down here that you were his sister. It is SO pleasant to meet some one in the train; it is such a long, stu pid ride down to the Point You are going there, l suppose?"
 ''Yes," Dot assented quite graciously. ''My aunt, Mrs. Seymour, has cottage there"
 "How very pleasantt" Russell mtrmured and conversation then proceeded dquite easily.
 There was nothing more natural than that -I-z. T. Al Al beach, and that when her aunt asked who he was she should say discreetly:
 "A classmate of Toms, Mir. Russell"
 "Why don't you have him up to call ?" Mrs Seymour inquired, being anxious her niece lShould have nice time. q So Dot invited him. ,. -. After that the Point ceased to be the dul place they had both thought it. A month ot boating and strolling together had worked such a spell of pleasure over them that Mrs Seymour, in a fit of growing anxiety, sal down and wrote to Tom: Dorothy has met one of your old class : mates here, Mir. Russell, who pays her suct marked devotion that it has become neces sary for me to find out what his prospect. are. havo already learned something o his family; they are the Russels of Lynn 7 but some of thatl family are rich and some ! r young fellow comes in. What do you know about hiLn?'
 Tom did not answer this letter by post He came down to the Point in person, very much wrought up. .-....l ...r..... 4
 Dorothy" he said sternly, "where is thi fellow Russel? There is no such man in oul class. He is some adventurer who has takel you in. I aK1 astonished that you encour Il aged him. Why didn't you ask me abou him!'
 "He said he knew you," Dorothy faltered
 ''He lied," was Toms bruSque rejoinder ''and I'll tell him so"
 ''I--I did write you about himi" said Dor
 othy, bursting into tearS '"That is, wrot r Therese; but you were off at Portsmouth and supposed she would never say anythin, about it, Don't-don't glare at me SO, Tom! "WeI, you have made fool of yourself! :; he said savagely. "Dear knows who the fel i low is. Like as not he's 6 thief" g "Oh, he's gentleman" Dorothy inter posed tearfully. sIndeed he is, Tomp' @s2 ; "How do you know3 It may be all sham. You can't expect much from a ma1
 who starts out with lying You don't eve1
 6now whether his name really is Russell" "Oh, yes, I do," said Dorothy; "Aur D Mary knows people who know him." "HumphW retorted Tom. "Where did 70
 meet him, anyhow9' @."
 "In-the-train!n Dorothy cried, with [ fresh burst of tears
 t ''Well," exclaimed her brother savagely Dorothy Calhoun, did think you were ol | enough to travel alone" : ss'So Iamin shescried. K And then, without explaining herself, sh i; suddenly left him, Gashing around the piazz e and down the beach beyond Toms line (