Marshall County independent. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1897-1902, 1898-03-18
CHAPTER XIX.-(Contirued)

other sniff, perhaps not. But for all
that, Miss Dorothy-Ma am, | should
say-David Stevenson was mean boy
and l never could abide meanness in
man, woman nor child"
He was most generous to me,
said Dorothy, with a sigh.
Yes, 10 serve his own ends said
Barbara sharply. You may take such
generosity IS that for me. Not that |
was speaking of that ma'am, for l
wasn't. but of the time when David
vas boy-a horrid boy, who thought
nothing of stealing the best apples and
letting another take the blame OF II.
'Oh, Barbara, Barbara cried Do
rothy, you've got hold of wrong
story. Why, | know that once when
David stole some of auntie's apples,
and young Tom Merriman got the
blame, David came and told auntie
himself"
Yes; and for why?" demanded Bar
bara. with uncompromising sternness.
Because l happened to have caught
the young limb at it and collared him
before be could get away. You are
stealing Mrs. Dimsdales apples, David
Stevenson l said, laying hold OF him
euddenlike; and you stole them other
apples that Tom Merriman has been
sacked for And what's that to you,
you old sneak?' he asked. Sneak or
no sneak said l, you'll turn out your
pockets to me, my fine gentleman; and
you'll go straight up to the house and
-o11 ~ dol N
you stole the apples last week, and
then you'll go and ask Tom Merri
mans pardon for having let him lie
under your fault That shan't,' says
he. Then says /, 1 just walks you
right off to Miss Dimsdale, and she'll
Bee you With your pockets full red
handed as YOU are. No, says |, its no
use 10 struggle I've got you safe by
ahe arms, and % l mean TO keep you,
whether you ike it or not And II
once Miss Dimsdale knows the truth,
90 you know what she'll do, David
Stevenson says I. NO. says he,
sulkily. 'What?' She'll never stop TO
think that you're David Stevenson Of
Holroyd,' / says, but she'll just hand
you over to the constable at once, and
don't think, my young gentleman l
adds, that Tom Merriman having got
the sack to fill your inside with i'll
gotten goods, II help you with the
bench in the very least"
Well, so I suppose he gave in"
said Dorothy.
Well, of course, he had to-" return
ed Barbara, with practical plainness;
''but all the same, he never forgave me
for having been the one to get the bet
ter of him, and never forgot it, not to
xhe very last day We were at the hall.
Ah, Miss Dorothy, darling, if you had
Thought proper TO marry David Steven
bon, you would have had TO do with
out me. He never would have had me
about him, and l wouldn't have taken
service under his roof-no, not to save
myself from ending my days In the
Norkhouse."
Barbara, Barbara" cried Dorothy
chidingly, not for me?'
We'll. if you had put 1t in that way,
Miss Dorothy, you might have got over
me-" the old woman answered.
But stay. l think / ought to say
here that although l have called her
old in many parts OF this story, Bar
oara was not. and could not reason
s5iy be called an old woman in the
common acceptation OF the word. She
was year or so over fifty, and a very
strong, hale woman at that, and at this
Kline to Dorothy she was a very rock
and tower of strength.
Well by virtue of the letter from Es-
ther Brand and in the joy and expecta-
zion Of her coming. Dorothy passed
shat day with quite light heart, and
even sat down to the little piano and
sang one or two of the songs that Dick
aiked best. And then she went to he'd
and slept, leaving the door open be-
tween her room and Barbaras for COM
pany, and she dreamed, as she always
did, about Dick.
Nor was II a pleasant dream. She
saw Dick on board of a large steamer
wearing white clothes and sailor hat
looking very bronzed and happy. He
was leaning over the side of the shin
with a cigarette in his mouth, Just as
she had seen him many time. and
by his side there stood beautiful lady
not a girl like Dorothy herself. but
q beautiful woman of about thirty
years old, such as Dorothy fancied her
old friend at home, Lady Jane Sturt
might have been at that age. They
seemed to be talking earnestly togeth-
er, and after a time-such a long time
It seemed in her dream-Dick took one
of the lady's hands and raised il to his
lips; then she laughed and said some
thing, and Dick caught her to him and
kissed her on the lips. Immediately
afterward, while Dorothy, with frozen
lips. was gazing at them, Dick turned
his head and looked her full in the eyes
with the glance of an utter stranger.
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