The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-09-25

brain rs she leaned against the mantelpiece,
and an incurable longing to see the great
drapery establishment where she had
worked took possession of her. She picked
uD luc .I..aa.i.!r. and then with 4 mUn !!
cry, threw it down and ran to her bedroom.
| The tea gown of daphanous lace and silk
was torn of, add a few moments later
Dorothy slipped out of the house, sad
colorcd cloa': and q thin veil shrcudr" Lee
figure and face Hailing a hansom she
was passing through theg;tte' Of Pic"aailly
on het way to the To,te1nam Court road
be'o' she cal ed that sre had succumbcd
TO a tie np.at.on she had succe ssfully COM
bated fol months.
Dismjssi1g the cab some distance below
Mtss ;. va dsticLs mammoth premises
she wall eu sowis past the plate glass wiz
dows. ied wivb The cnea oest 'ubbish That
we del 'Ged into Duo'o.,. Do othy could
have told the small crowd OF wondering
women cauhe Ell FOUND the windows, COM
menting on tue cheapness of various ''bar-
gains" manv secte,, had she been so
m trer. but her eyes were fixed on large
M; in VIII ell he colld see the rehec-
ton of the assistants serving behind the
counter She was now at the mercy of her
emotions, and entering the shop took her
,N1opa omonr ro,y of woman who wara
waiting to be served by pale, tired look
ing girl whose face was lined by overwoik,
late hours and bad food Dorothy watched
hcr swift scissors as thev ran through the
rolls of calico aud the rapid movement of
her hands with fascinated curiosity. She
felt that she was watching herself-the self
of ycHrs before. So engrossed was she that
the familiar what can do for you, Miss"
found her with nothing to say. She looked
round hopclessly, and then cave trifing
order. While the gil was doing up the
parcel she leaned forward, whispering:
"Have YOU forgotten me, Lizzie? Pm
Dorothy Maxwell"
The parcel dropped from the girls
hands.
81 can't see through yorr VEIL" she
said "We thought you were dead"
Dorothy glanced hastily round the shop
where under the fiaring gaslights she recog
nized many faces. She raised her hand to
her veil, then hestated.
nWha,a ia TCl,, ~ she asyed
"John is married." the girl said sullenly,
'and has set up in business for himself"
Dorothy clutched at the counter, and for
a moment the oppressive smell, the garish
lights and tue sound of coarse voices seemed
to be one whrling mass that blinded her.
Gle waited a long time" the girl went
on in vindictve undertone, "but he got
tired and married last year. He used to
say some nasty things about you, can tell
you for going off as you did, with never a
.o,I, all you engaged = hin too. What
are you doing now" she added, raising
her voice. ''Still stopping some gill or
other from marrying the man she likes, as
you stoppeu me from marrying JoDn!'
Dorothy shook her head helplessly, and,
throwing some coins down upon the
counter, walked out OF the shop
Instinctiyely she turned toward the park,
her mind filled with memories of the past,
with its hard and ceaseless work. its prva-
tions and simple pleasures, and with the
part John Gregory had played In that past.
So her tender, helpful lover was married.
she thought, as she crouchcd on seat
under the dripping married, and she
was forgotten. And she had come to tell
him that she had weared of the luxury of
the last four years, that she needed him to
be happy, and that if lie would forgive