Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1895-08-09
DILEMMA OF DOROTHY.
A Brothers Love, or the Love Of
a Woman.

It was the saddest summer that
ever spent abroad. do not think l
shall ever forget the pathos-the trag-
edy Of it.
After a two weeks tramping tour
through the southwest of England
donot believe that such Of you fellows
as have never taken such tramp, in
the. summer. will ever know what
heaven means-I found myself again
in London, somewhat freckled and
tanned, and my senses full of the per-
fume of mignonette and wild rose
hedges. 1 did not intend to stay long
only long enough TO glance at ac-
cumulations Of mail, and send few
cablegrams, and then to be off again
to the streams and the meadows and
the quaint old roadside inns, with their
apple-checked barmaids and excellent
provender. But where to go? That
was the question. tt
All! here was letter on the very
top of the little heap that my landlady
had piled on my mantelpiece, and
that decided me at once. 1t was from
Archie Trevor, as brightand handsome
q boy as ever toed football leather, and
who had distinguished himself scholas-
tically as we'll as athletically at Har-
ward. 81 won't take any refusal" he
wrote; 'you simply have to come, old
chap. This is the loveliest spot in the
world and, besides, I'm engaged, and
want you to see the loveliest crea.
ture that ever drew breath. I'll ex-
pect you any time within ten days. II
you don't show up in that time, I'll
come after YOU"
AS the friend of Archie's father,
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 in love, Ell? Well, felt sure il
would be serious matter with him
He was earnest and intense by nature
and had never played the butter,
fly with the women of his acquain
lance.
Arches letter was, perceived, Q
week old, but in Just three days
found myself in the quaint little Welsh
seaport town with the wholly unpro
nounceable name from which he hat
written. / climbed the hill and in
quired my way to Rose cottage, ant
when came to it and to Mr.. Archie |,
was all could do to prevent myself
from believing with delight at the in
finite beauty of the scene.
The long, white walls Of the cottag,
were massed with roses from top t,
! bottom. Roses clustered over tn,
matched roof; roses nodded thei
heads from the mullioned windows an,
brushed your coat sleeve as you walked
along the narrow path. At the bacl
of the cottage was a comfortable law
and more roses--ever roses-countles
roses. And, stretching away in tn,
distance, like great sheet Of bur
nished sapphire, shimmering in tn
sunshine, was the sea.
Archie leaped from a hammock an,
grabbed me by the hands. ''How gla,
am to see you, dear old Jack!" he ex
claimed, his delicate cheeks fushin,
with pleasure. returned his greetin,
in kind, and then for the first time be
came conscious of the girl standing
shyly by us.
She had risen from low chair Of
the farther side of the hammock an,
had book in her hand, from whicl
she had evidently been reading to m
cons.itutionally lazy young friend.
went through the form of a presenta
ton to her in sort of trance. He
beauty simply stunned me. She wa
very tall, quite two inches taller tina
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 whic'
the sun scattered little gold fiecks, an
{ her eyes were of the deepest, tenderes
blue, aud big and earnest and wistful
Lastly, she was dressed all in white