The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1890-06-04
DoRoTHY,s PET.
nY nELEN FORREST aRAyEs.

me, darlingl Right on the mouth
An old red barn, settled in one
sided manner, down among the tall
white daisies and clustering red
clover-tops, as one sometimes sees
an old wreck settled heavily among
the drifted seasands-a monster
pine tree spreading its green leaves
above, the July sunshine sleeping
all the hills with yellow glory, and
Colonel Crowninshield standing, in.
a bewildcred manner, just were the
farm lane opened, amid tangle of
elderberry bushes and black kberry
.briers, into the dusty high road
this is the opening scene.
Colonel Crowninshield had been
walking rapidly; the black rings of
hair cprled around his -temples and
the dews dotted his forehead. In
his cool summer dress of white
linen, his broad -brimmed Panama
hat and the knotted bamboo cane
which he carried, he lookedlike the
pictures of Southern planter
handsome, slim and middle-aged.
"Whom on earth is she talking
tor" he asked himself, as the clear,
distinct utterances of Dororhty En-
merick caught his ear.
The color rose to his temples;
sombre, jealous light glittered into
his eyes.
"Wish me good luck, Nedl" the
sweet voice once more spoke. "I've
told you about it-but no one else
shall know. You love me, Ned,
don't your
SITS that good for nothing sailor
sweetheart of hers, come back from
South Africa, unknown to her par
entsl" thought the Colonel. "Ought
1 to interfere? She is so young and
inexperienced, and-No, Hal Crown
inshield, old fellow" he added, set
ting his strong white teeth together.
"Do you happen to know, you Paul
Pry, what the eleventh command
ment is? Well, it is "Mind your
own businessl" Dorothy Emmer-
ick is only nineteen; you arc seven
and thirty. Leave her to associate
with those of her own age and 20
you into the society of your own
nature cronies! Yet it would be
something to hear her sweet voice
uttering words like that to
you"
And he walked on, ruthlessly4
cutting off the white daisies with
his cane, as he made his way up to
the house.
Five minutes later Dorothy flew
in at the back door, simple straw
toque covering her sunshiny curls,
a muslin scarf wrapped around her
shoulders.
"Give me the package, Pamela"
said she. "Quicll I'm late already
for the train. And if / have good
luck, you shall have IL striped shawl,
and Neddy shall have such a new
saddle and bridle!''
The old servant smiled doubtfully
as she gave small, fiat parcel into
the eager girls hands.
"You're fairly daft about that
tempered gray donkey,
Miss Dorothy" said she, "as your
pa says ain't safe for any woman to
ride. All the same, l hope you'll
have good luck, even if it wasn't for
the striped shawl that I'm to have"
1t was late in the afternoon when
Dorothy came slowly up the wind
ing path that led under bowery ap-
pie trees, and past thicket of tall |
poles garlanded with hop vines, to
the kitchen door.
All the brightness had gone out of
her face; the color had concentrated
itself into two intense, burning spots
on her cheeks, and there was !
troubled quiver in her lips.
Old Pamela read her countenance
as if it had been an open book.
mo luck, eh?" said she.
mo luck at alll' cried Dorothy,
almost fiercely.
"But what did you do with the
picture?"
81 threw it over the edge of
Quarry Cliff as came home from
the train,' admitted Dorothy. soh,
it did me good to hear it crash down
among the limestone bouldersl The
idea of my ever presuming to think
that / could be an artist And
you'll have to wear your old shawl,
Pamela; and poor, poor little Neddy
will have no new bride and saddle,r
And Dorothy burst into a tempest
OF tears, and ran headlong out to
the tnmhla dawn III ho Ll.