The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-11-05

dered and Over-awed. She put this ques-
tiOn to Miss Bethune but received no
light on the subject "A fatality is a
thing that is not intentiOnal-that hap
pens by accident-uhat brings harm
when you mean nothing but good, f" that
authority said.
But how should that be- It says in
the Bible that people must not do evil
that good may come. But to do good that
evil may come, never heard of that"
There are many things in the world
that you never heard Of Dora, my dear
"Oh yes, yes, know" cried the girl,
impatiently you are always saving
that because l am young-as if it We're
my fault that am young; but that does
not change anything. IL is no matter
then, whether you have any meaning in
what you do or not7"
Sometimes it appears as if it was no
matter, We walk blindly in this world,
and often do things, unawares that we
would put our hands in the fire rather
than do. You say an unguarded word,
meaning nothing, and it falls TO the
ground, as you think, but afterwards
springs up into poisonous tree, and
blights your life, or you take a turn to
the right hand instead of the left when
you go out from your own door, and it
means ruin and death-that's fatality,
and it everywhere" said Miss Bethune
with a deep sigh.
Il do not believe in it," said Dora
standing straight and strong, like a
young tree, and holding her head high.
Nor did l, my dear, whenI was your
age, - Miss Bethune said.
At this moment there was a light
knock at the door, and there appeared
suddenly the young man whom Miss
Bethune had met in the square, and who
had come as the messenger of the lady
who was Dora's aunt
She IS asking me what fatality is"
said Miss Bethune. 81 wonder if YOU
have any light to throw on the subject?
You are nearer her age than l"
The two young people looked at each
other Dora, though she was only 10,
was more of parsonage than the young
Gordon whom she had not seen before.
She looked at him with the condescension
of very young girl brought up among
elder people, and apt to feel a boundless
imaginative superiority over those of
her own age. A young man was a slight
person to Dora. She was scarcely old
enough to feel any of the interest in him
which exists naturally between the
youth and the maiden. She looked at
him from her pedestal, half scornfully
beforehand of anything he might say
"Fatality2' he said Il think it's a
name people invent for anything particu-
larly foolish which they do, when it turns
out badly, though they might have known
it would turn out badly all the time"
THAT is exactly what think" cried
Dora, clapping her hands.
This is the young lady" said young
Gordon, whom used to help to pack the
toys forl l hope she will let me call her
Miss Dora, for l don't know her by any
other name"
ITO pack the toys2" said Dora. Her
face grew blank, then flashed with a sud
den light, then grew quite white and still
again, with a gasp of establishment and
recognition. "Ohl" she cried, and some
thing of disappointment was in her tone.
was twas it she that sent them?" In
thecOmmotion other feelings a sudden red
followed the paleness. Dora was allfancy
changeableness, fastidiousness, imagina-
ton, as was natural to her age. Why
was she disappointed to know that her
yearly presents coming out of the unseen,
the fairy gifts that testified to some love
unknown, came from so legitimate a
source, her mothers sister, her own near
est relation-that lady of the other day2
| cannot tell how it was. nor could she.
nor anyone, but it was so: and she felt
this visionary, absurd disappointment go
to the bottom of her heart. "Oh," she
repeated, growing blank again, with a
sort of opaque shadow closing over the
brightness of hePeyes and clouding her
IdCS, 50 Gudu - Wftefe my Jokes came
from2 And you helped to pack the toys2
ought to have known" Said Dora very
sedately, feeling as if she had suddenly
fallen from great height.
Yes" said Miss Bethune, 1--WE ought
to have thought of that at once. Who
else could have followed with such
faithful imagination, Dora} Who could
have remembered your age, and the kind
of things you want and how you would
INIT a lind AL
all the feelings of mother? Oh we
should have thought of it before"
Dora at first made no reply. He face,
generally so changeable and full of ex-
preston, settled down more and more into
opaqueness and a blank rightly. She
was deeply disappointed though why she
conld not have told-nor what dream of
fairy patroness. and exalted friend, en-
tirely belonging to the realms of fancy,
she had build up in her childish magma
tion as the giver of these gifts. At all
events, the fact was so. Mrs. BristOw
with her heavy Grape veil ready to fall at
any moment over her face, with the worn
lines of her countenance the flush and
heat of emotion, her tears and repetitions
was disappointing image to come be-
tween her and the vision of tender
friend, too delicate, too ethereal a figure
for any commonplace embodiment which
had been kind of tutelary genius in
Dora's dreams all her life. Anyone in
actual flesh and blood would have been a
shock after that long-cherished, visionary
dream. And young Gordon's laughing
talk of the preparation of the box, and of
his own suggestions as to its contents,
and the picture he conjured up of mys-
terry which was half mischievous, and in
which there was not only a desire to
please but to puzzle the distant recipient
OF all these treasures, both offended and
shocked the girl in the fantastic delicacy
of her thoughts.
Without being himself aware of it the
young man gave glimpse into the dis
tant southern home, in which it would
appear he had been brought up, which
was in reality very touching and attrac-
tive, though it reduced Dora to a more
and more strong state of revolt. On the
other hand, Miss Bethune listened to him
with rant air of happiness, which was
more wonderful still-asking a hundred
questions, never firing of any detail
Dora bore it all as long as she could, feel
ing herself sink more and more from the
position of young princess, mysteriously
loved and cherished by a distant friend,
half angelic, half queenly, into that of
little girl, whom a fantastic kind relation
wished to pet and to bewilder, half in
love and half in fun. taking the boy into
her confidence, that was still more to her
and nearer to her than Dora. She could
not unders tand how Miss Bethune could