Arizona republican., 1892-11-20

Dorotny rom the mass or rugs and sort snow.
 Not in the least" she replied, "but how are we to get to church? Who will play the organy'
 "Can l help you out of your difficult tiesY" called a cherry voice behind them, and big Tom Arnold came up in his handsome sleigh.
 "Oh, Tom," said Dorothy, Il am so glad to see youl l must be in church in time to play the organ today, and see what has befallen usr'
 Well, get in, both of you," said Tom, arranging his rugs and holding out his hand to Dorothy. "Just fasten up Selim's traces, Bert, and hitch him be, hind. He will lead, won't hep
 "Thanks!" said Bert stiffly. "I can take care of myself; you had best not waste any more time, since Miss Daly must hurry"
 Dorothy looked at him mutely from her seat in the sleigh; Arnold smiled beneath his fierce rnustache, cracked bis whip, and the horses sped forward, leaving Bert standing flushed and angry in the middle of the road.
 It was very silent, gloomy ride, after all, tAat Dorothy had. Tom saw her distress, and like the good fellow that he was said nothing to her. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were full of tears when he helped her out at church.
 She struck the first few chords doubt fully, but when the voices pealed forth clear and sweet the organ tones grew irmer and fuller.
 During the sermon Dorothy did not take her eyes off the door, but Bert never came. It was a very demure, very sad hearted little maiden who went back home with Aunt Charlotte in the big old sleigh. When they reached the bridge, and she saw the overturned sleigh by the roadside; when she thought of Bert standing angry and alone, his sweet, earnest appeal to her still unanswered, her heart grew very heavy.
 But surely he will come," she kept saying to herself; but when the day was gone and she knelt down by her bedside, with the Thanksgiving hymns still ring ing in her ears, there were tears in her eyes and sadness in her heart.
 That was one Thanksgiving, and, oh, how sad one!
 There were dreary days of hoping, of waiting, of disappointment to Dorothy before another came. She had known Bert Darricote all her life, and it seemed to her she had always loved him. His bright, quick boyishness, his innate man. Illness, his very faults even were dear to her.
 "If could only see him." she eaid, as the weeks passed by and he came not; mo matter where l should meet him l would go up to him and give him his answer. would tell him loved him."
 Women are not very reasonable crea- lures in matters pertaining to love. To her love means sacrifice, and her pleas ure is to take the faults of the loved one upon herself.
 If Dorothy saw Bert at all it was only occasionally and at a distance. The first time she saw him was at church, and he had only lifted his head coldly.
 His heart was very heavy during the days and weeks and months after he parted from Dorothy with the words of love upon his lips, but he was young and foolish and proud, and had let a silly jealousy blind his eyes.
 The season of heartache was good for both of the young things. It softened, it strengthed them. They both felt themselves growing-felt their feelings intensifying.
 "How like to las. Thanksgiving today is, Dorothy" said Aunt Charlotte, as they took their seats in the sleigh.
 Please God it will not be so sad one, said Dorothy to herself.
 Are you afraid to trust yourself in this old sleigh with me?' she continued to her aunt.
 "Oh, mo-" said Aunt Charlotte. Ut seems safe enough"
 The tramping of the horses feet kept time to Dorothy's thoughts. She glanced at the tall stump upon the hillock just before they reached the little river. Yes, it looked lonely, desolate, like white robed ghost-just as it had looked year ago when she and Bert had sped by.
 The horses hoofs beat a mournful strum strum upon the bridge, the sleigh glided rapidly down the last steep de- cline, the left runner struck projecting snag, and before they had time to think Dorothy and Aunt Charlotte were strug- gling to extricate themselves from the overturned vehicle in the soft snow. A jingling of bells was heard behind them, and before Dorothy could realize it Bert Darricote was bending over her.
 Are you hurt, dear?" he asked very gently.
 "Oh, Bert" she said joyfully, taking his hand and rising to her feet.
 The young man looked a moment in silence upon the sweet, young face up- turned to his.
 See where we are, Dorothy! Just here, year ago today, I asked you to be my wife," he said. Will you give me an answer now?"
 "Yes, Bert," was all she answered, but t was enough for him.-Patience Oriel. l
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