The Van Buren press., 1895-08-17
DILEMMA OF DOROTHY.
\ Brothers Love, or the Love Of
SO. i.a q Woman. Il

It was the saddest summer that
--ever spent abroad. / do not think /
shall ever forget the pathos-the trag-
.sady Of It
After . two weeks tramping tour
through she southwest Of England-I
( do not believe that such Of you fellows
~ kat6 never taken such . Tramp, In
the summer, will ever know what
heaven means--I found myself again
In London, somewhat freckled and
Anned, Aad my senses 1hll Of the per
fume Of miRnonette and wild rose
hedges did not intend to stay long
only long enough Ito Kl@uct Il 90
cumulations Of mail, and send few
cablegrams, and then to be of again
70 the streams and. the meadows and
the quaint old roadside inns, with their
.apple-checked barmaids and excellent
.sppOvender But where to 60? That
Was the question.
= An! here was q letter on the very
Tt1psof the little hssp sthassny lAndlady
i had piled on my mantelpiece, and
y that decided me at once. 1T, was from
! Archie Trevor, as bright and handsome
= boy as ever toed football lea liar, and
who had distinguished himself scholas-
tically as we'll as thleticaIly St Hsr-
vard "IwoSAt tske any refusal, ! he
wrote; you sinply hsveto cone, .old
chap. This is the loveliest spot in the
world, and, besides, I'm Engaged. and
wsnt you y seesthse loveliest crea.
turosthht ever drew breath. I'll ex-
pect you any time within ten days If
you don't show up in that time, I'll
come after you" i9il FF sfiN 8
As the friend Of Archie's father,
I though many years his junior, had
been thrown much into contact with
the boy, and since the old gentlemAn's
death we had been warm friends.
Archie Ia love, eh? We'll, felt sure it
would be serious matter with him
He was earnest and intense by nature,
and had never played the butter
hy with the women of his Acquain.
tence. F4s f7E
Archie's letter was, perceived,
week old, but In Just three days
found myself in the quaint little Welsh
seaport town With theawhol1ya aunpro-
nounceable name from which he had
written. i climbed the hill and in
qufred my way TO Rose cottage, and
when came TO it and to M. Archieit
was all I could do to prevent myself
from believing with delight at the in
finite beauty Of thescene.
The long, white walls Of the cottage
were massed with roses from top to
bottom. Roses clustered over the
matched roof; roses nodded their
heads from We mullioned windows and
! brushed your coat sleeve as you walked
along the narrow path. At the back
Of the cottage was comfortable lawn
end more roses roses-countless
roses And, stretching away in the
distance, like a great sheet Of bur-
nlehed sapphire. shimmering in the
sunshine, was the sea.
Archie leaped from hammock and
grabbed me by the hands. "How glad
lam to sec you, dear old Jack!' he ex-
claimed, his delicate cheeks flushing
with pleasure. l Ireturned his greeting
In kind, and then for the first time be-
came conscious Of the girl standing
shyly by us.
She had risen from low chair on
the farther side Of the hammock and
had q book in her hand, from which
she had evidently been reading to my
cons.itutionally lazy young friend.
went through the form OF presenta-
tion to her in sort Of trance. Her
beauty simply stunned me. She was
very tall. quite two inches taller than
Archie, with one Of those almost fault
less figures that, in girlhood at least,
one finds in England and nowhere else.
She had light-brown hair, on which
tissss sun scattered little gold hecks. and
her syes were Of the deepest, tenderest
blue, and big and earnest and wistful.
Lastly, she was dressed all in white