The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-02-01


them together-for Barbara, young as
she was. felt that Dot would never vol
UNFAIRLY see Scott again
That afternoon when all theworl6 at
the hotel was taking its siesta. Dot and
Barbara lay talking. the latter rafting
on and keeping wonderfully away from
the subject at heart. the former reply
ing at intervals and not hearing the
clatter at all
Suddenly Barbara sprang up from
Dots side, seized her pen and paper,
and scratch. scratch. scratch flied the
room for fully ten minutes.
''Oh. Dot, get up, please; can't copy
this at all-wou't you just write the
name of this song for me?"
Poor Dot wrote neatly and prettilv
in her fine, Italian hand in the center
/ OF creaIn-tinted sheet of note paper
these words:
Come to me, darling. or diet"
what sentimental song" said ur-
suspecting Dot
Yes, 1t Isl
Barbara clutched the paper and lay
down by Dot until she was sure her
L
small oppossum was up and of like q
fash TO Scott.
And ne? tie took the written words
as condemned man might take a mes
sage straight from Heaven-he kissed
Barbara and the letter by turn, and the
tears of Joy he could not restrain fell
indiscriminately upon the note and the
yellow bangs.
dot is asleep now. You wait until
/ just before supper, andI'n see that Dot
is ready for you-and you promise
/ never to 60 off again or slam the
/ door"
/ That evening'the sunset was giori-
Gus; like jewels from the orient heaped
/ IN golden platter, the little clopdlets
blushed and famed, yellow and Grim
son, and ruby red
Dot, dressed like the wrath of some
! fashionable Undine, came outupon the
/ balcony TO enjoy it sN-that is, to en-
/ Joy it as we'll as she could without her
/ lost Hildebrandt She looked until
/ her eyes could no longer bear the
/ splendor, then turned her gaze away.
! Suddenly she deserted a figure that
seemed strangely. sweetly familiar, de-
/ spite the blur the sam 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 beneathaher balcony at last
Groups Of people were standing by.
and for this reason he did not follow
the impulse that made him wish TO
shout aloud his great love for her and
his 10y at seeing her again When she
could no longer gaze. Like a able
Juliet down into his very eyes, and
read the unuttergble tenderness that
/ filed their depths when her Bnmeo
vanished from her sight and disap-
I peared within the door. she dragged
herself back into her room and fell in
q white heap on the floor.
When CONSCIOUSNESS came back she
lay limp and passive in Scots strong
arms, heard Barbsra's triumphant cry:
''Oh, Dotl Oh, Scottl Aren't you
happy uewr'
Papa was standing over her. with
his handkerchief suspicioasly near his
eyes, although he kept blowing his
nose with great zeal.
And my note Dewer'reached you, my
poor, broken Hly?"
Never, Scotf'
And for the first time barbara had
an inl1ling of the mischief-she had IN
Willingly done, but she was very quiet
about it and only confessed. after many
months
And the roses rushed back pall-mell
I into Dots cheeks, the sea grew green
er and lovelier, the sand was SHINING
gold, and clouds were roiy-poly cupids,
chasing each other over the wide fields
OF azure, and Scott was her own fox
evermore. -Waverly Magazine.