The Opelousas courier., 1891-11-28

Dotty felt that she was not dom
such with her photographs. That eve
7 she told Jasper how she had refuse
SIMON Todd's offer, he would not b
,reatly impressed.
She turned the cards over, and stopped
st that she had bought at the New Yorl
%.tationer's six years before.
II don't believe any one ever was 81
handsome as he!.' she said, dreamily
"Ain't he lovely, Jasper?"
"So-so," said Jasper. "Seems to D.
fully aware of his beauty, too"
Chow could he help it. Jasper" sale
Dotty.
Dotty lifted her eyebrows.
"It wouldn't be safe. He is a verl
large man, quite an athlete" she said.
casper was rather short than otherwise.
"He is as brave as a lion and as tender
as a woman"
"Oh, tender, is he2" said Jasper.
Indeed How does he show his tender.
ness2 Pray, when did you know him2'
"Long ago." said Dotty, rolling up
her eyes and sighing-"when I was Wis.
iting my aunt in New York"
She was delighted to see evident signs
of jealousy IN Jasper's eyes.
81 wonder you did not remain in New
York" he said.
"Unele Benjamin sent for me.
Hasn't he a sweet name-Vivian st.
Claire?s said Dotty.
"Sounds like a pickpocket's alias! I"
said Jasper, who was an attorney at
law.
He was red with fury now.
Dotty wa content, but she resolved
to make him still more furious befoce
she told him that she was only teasing
him.
"You ought to have heard him speak,"
she said. "His voice had such a mellow
note, like a robins. l never shall for
get how he said, yes, we part now,
but we shall meet again! Yes, we shall
meet againl'"
She covered her face with her hand
kerchief to hide her laughter.
The next instant the parlor door closed
She started to her feet. Jas
per was gone. The street door changed
to.
A vision of a tall hat crossed the win
dow sill. She had made Jasper jealous
with a vengeance.
What were the tears that fell from
eyes the night before compared
those that wet her pillow on the one
hat followedg
She did a great deal OF crying during
he next month or two, for Jasper never
came near her again.
She heard that he had gone TO New
York. Shortly bis parents went there to
eside.
One day her Uncle Benjamin, for no
that any one could discern, chose,
o move to PinevilIe. All connection be-
ween those who knew Jasper Meredith
nd Dotty Doane was severed and she
leard of him no more.
A few years later Uncle Benjamin
led, leaving her a set of jet jewelry,
principally in fragments, and a family
'ible, and the rest of his property to a
srge and wealthy charity, and Dotty
ook to teaching IS a means of liveli-.
God.
"They are doing such a lovely thing
4 New York; said Miss Pratt, the prin.
ipal of the school, one day. every
ody is dressing a doll to be sold for the
eneft of poor children. Now, why
hould we not do the same thing in a
ifferent waya Let each child dress a
oil, and each teacher, of course, and
ave them auctioned off, and send the
roceeds to the orphan asylum"
Every n applauded the idea, of
purse, and the work began.
A collection was taken up for the
oils, they were given out to the scholars
nd teachers, and before the day of the
lction were brought in in all styles of
,stume, from hat of a new baby to that
! Queen Elizabeth, in ruff aud stom-
,her.
The children of Miss Doane's class
ere almost all too young to handle the
sedle. Mothers, g~randmothers, aunts
Id elder sisters did the work.
There were twenty of the pretty pup.
ITS or Miss Danes particular table the
" before the auction. Here was
oodys Two Shoes, there Little Red
iding Hood. Cleopatra lay beside a
lrsery maid. Here you saw Patience
ith her milk pals, and on the other
md Little Buttercup.
One grandmamma had tricked out an
npress Eugene in the fashions she
ore in those days when she was spoken
as the ~lov,iest Of living women,
it'll the most plentiful supply of clothes.
Little s'ohsla and tsahs!" went off
the display of each member of the
of waxen beauty, and Miss Doane
ok up the last doll.
1t was dressed very curiously in a
added frock that hid its feet and was
avn about its neck by a ribbon. The
be was Of heliotrope silk, decorated
IT'D four-leaved clover. A fragrance
hellotFope perva1ed it.
To Miss Doane it seemed like a ghost,
d a ghost it was, indeed fair thing
the past came to haunt with her the
smories Of sweet things turned sour,
JOY transformed to sorrow.
It was the bag which she had made
d decorated for Jasper Meredith But
" did it get herean
"This IS yours, Ltlcya" she said to
: child-a tiny thing of five years
1.
"Yeth. ma am," replied the bsby.
ibid your mother dress it2o asked
Doane, a vague thought of Jennie
aham giving her a queer, jealous
ill.
u haven't dot any mother raniind