Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1893-03-17

is she, indeed? l am very sorry.
I'll ask my sister to come with me
when you have told ner--she'll like
Dot"
Then the child began plotting 10 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 rafting
on and keeping wonderfully away from
the subject at heart, the former reply
ing at intervals aud not hearing the
clattcr 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 prcttily
in her fine, Italian hand in the center
of a cream-tinted sheet of note paper
these words:
'Come to nc, darling, or die"
what sentimental song" said UNI
suspecting Dot.
Eyes, it isl
Barbara clutched the paper and Ivy
down by Dot until she was sure her
sister was lost in slumber; then the
small oppossum was up and off like a
| flash to Scott.
And he? He 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, and I'll see that Dot
is ready for you-and you promise
never to go off again or slam the
door"
That evening the sunset was glori-
Gus; like jewels from the orient heaped
in golden platter, the little cloudlets
blushed and famed, yellow and Grim
son, and ruby red.
Dot, dressed like the wrath of some
fashionable Undine, came out upon the
balcony to enjoy it all-that is, to en-.
joy it as well as she could without her
lost Hide brandt. She looked until
her eyes could no longer bear the
splendor, then turned her gaze away
Suddenly she deserted figure that
seemed strangely, sweetly familiar, de,
spite the blur the sun 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 beneath her 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 JOY at seeing her again. When she
could no longer gaze, like veritable
Juliet, down into his very eyes, and
read the unutterable tenderness that
filed their depths, when her Romeo
vanished from her sight and disap.
pcared within the door, she dragged
herself back into her room and fell in
a white heap on the floor.
When consciousness came back she
lay limp and passive in SCOTS strong
arms heard Barbara's triumphant cry
ooh, Dot Oh, Scott! Aren't you
happy now?"
Papa was standing over her, with
his handkerchief suspiciously near his
eyes, although he kept blowing hi:
nose with great zeal.
"And my note never reached you, my
poor, broken lily?'
"Never, Scottn'
And for the first time Barbara hat
an inkling of the mischief she had un
| Willingly done, but she was very quie
about it and only confessed after many
months.
And the roses rushed back pell-mel
into Dots checks, the sea grew green
or and lovelier, the sand was shining
gold, and clouds were roly-poly cupids
chasing each other over the wide field
of azure, and Scott was her own TO
evermore, -Waverly Magazine.