The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-02-14
lucky he was to have this little buncl
Of loneliness fer q sister.

lucky he was to have this little bunch
of loneliness fer a sister.
I'm not going to even try to waltz
with you-it would be too 'diculous,
and I'm not going to be laughed at.
Let's wait for the lancers-T know that
best of all
Dot and her submerged parent were
now safely on the floor. Dots eyes
roved over the heads of diminutive
maidens and squatty matrons in search
OF the recreant Scott.
would he dare to come without me?
Would he dare2 Well, he is capable Of
even so fragrant a."
May have the pleasure, Miss Dot?
The lancers, believe" and papa's
business partner, lowering crooked
elbow in her direction, led her away.
In q moment more they were standing
face to face with Scott and Barbara.
For moment her intense surprise
held her captive; then, casting one
swift glance about her, she saw that
forty pairs of eyes were curiously in
tent upon Scott and his companion;
saw that the people were not censur-
ing, but admiring and wondering over
the fairy's advent, and, with never
lift of her blazing eyes in their direc-
ton, she cut them both dead Fear
kept Barbara dumb, for Dot could be
awful when she chose, this young sis
ter knew to her sorrow.
Oh. the enchantment of that night to
Barbara And how the fairy folks came
trooping out from the gorgeous bind
ings of her books and danced about her
as she lay in dreamland, after the
lights were out, the ballroom deserted,
and Dot had solemnlY refused to kiss
her good night.
Next day a note from Scott to Dot
fell into Barbara's hands. She cooliy
opened it and read as follows:
dot, am in disgrace-why il itf Why did
you not speak to me last nighti Did anger
you, Dot, by refusing to listen longer to lee
ture did not needy How soon will you learn
| to trust mel But II you are convinced that
am the guilty wretch you iectured so soundly
| would advise you to think no more Of
SCOTT"
Now, that's awful--it's simply
awful" said Barbara, land If Dot gets
a glimpse of this I'll be most killed.
have to be blamed for everything. it
seems, and Scott ought to know better
than to write q note like this. Ill teach
him lessonl'' and the red Goals Of the
with q bit Of crested note paper.
All that week Scott waited and
waited, and all that week Dot hoped
and hoped, and the old saying that
hope deferred maketh the heart sick
proved true, for 1t came to pass that
Dots body caught the fever raging In
her heart. and there she lay, down
right invalid. for four weary weeks.
Meanwhile, Scott had gone of In his
yacht, taking French leave Of all up
pertendom. The tickle little birds
from southland came back after their
/ long vacation to set up housekeeping
again, and every hedge row was alive
with melody; the berries were begin
ming to show themselves upon the
bushes and briars Clouds hung miles
high in the heavens. whenever there
were any clouds, and the sun went
| down to gather fresh heat from his
underground furnace for to-morrow's
discomfort The sea grew bluer as
| the days grew longer and brighter,
and guests had been pouring into the
Oceanside hotel for weeks when papa
| piloted his daughters torooms engaged
for them.
Dot was white and wan and sick in
her very soul, while Barbara, If she had
had her due share of remorse, had
thrived well upon it, and was as plump
as little partridge.
They had been there a whole week
and never a truaut rose had crept back
to the pale cheeks. Dot and Barbara
wandered together up and down the
long, sunny beach. Dot listlessly, Bar
bara delighted and full Of wonder at
everything she saw.
Dot was thinking, thinking one day
after a long tramp as they sat rest
ing in the shadow of q gigantic bowl
der, when Barbara suddenly ex-
claimed:
Look, Dot, there comes boatl
Wonder who Is in itP They's coming
this way, anyhow See, Doti"
Coming this way? shall go on,
Barbara; you may follow when you
have watched the boat come in. And
she left the child standing beside the
rock, her eyes fixed upon the approach
ing boat
Swiftly the little boat neared the
sand When the keel grated on the sand |
Barbara. with eyes like stars, ran down
70 the waters edge and caught the coat |
tail Of one of the gentlemen in most |
undignifed fashion, crying:
"Oh, Scott Scottl'
s'Barbaral God bless you'll Where did
you spring from?"
From that roclkf'
This information somewhat startled
scott as he looked at the huge bowlder
vt least twenty feet high.
"Oh, not from the top, Scott, she
said, with a laugh Then added: dot |
has just gone up to the hotel-Oh,
Scott, let me whisper something TO
you"
Scott's ears were made happy by just |
six little words that rushed up into his
brain like some strange, intoxicating
melody:
dot is dying for you. Scott"
"How do you know, Chickie" hug
cling her close in his Rladness.
"Can'tI see? But you mustn't let her |
h1QW JO0 ~ lCAI-A4OS aAA 0o OAOO
Dots so weaki"
'Is she, indeed? l am very sorry
Ill ask my sister to come with me
when you have told her-she'll like
Dot
Then the child began plotting TO get
them together-for Barbara, young as
she was, felt that Dot would never vol
unfairly see Scott again.
That afternoon when all the world at
the hotel was taking its siesta, Dot and
Barbara lay talking, the latter rattling
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 filed the
room for fully ten minutes.
"Oh. Dot. get up, please; can't copy
this at all-won't you just write the
name Of this song for me?'
Poor Dot wrote neatly and prettily
in her fine, Italian hand In the center
of cream-tinted sheet of note paper
these words:
Come to me, darling, or diel'
s'What sentimental song" said un-
suspecting Dot