Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1898-02-10

dith's letter, il occurred TO me to ex-
plain to her as well why her proposition
must he laid on the shelf. But her
heart seems to have been set on ar
ranging that compromise somehow;
when a woman will, she will. you know;
and so-well, you recall how Mohammed
went TO the mountain under the stress
of circumstances"
do you mean-oh, what do you
mean?" gasped Neil, his gaunt features
strangely working, his eyes hungrily
questioning. as she here ?-Dorothy?
Yes; she is herewith her aunt, a
typical society old maid. She will
amuse you, that aunt" So the doctor
placidly went on, thinking it wise to
say no more of Dorothy for the mo-
ment. "She is 80 obviously out of her
element here, so uncompromisingl
down on the west and all things west
ern. l fancy she leads Miss Dorothy
rather a dance with her protests and
aristocratic agonies, but"
when can see her?" demanded the
sick man, in a tone of breathless plead
ing. "Will she see me? will she
Gomez"
why, certainly. AS said before, !
rather think she has come on purpose
to see you, old fellow. And if you feel
well enough-though / cannot have
you talking business today but if
you would like to see her for a mo
mint"
Like to see her! Great heavens, doc
tor, don't keep me waiting. / have
waited so long!"
And a moment later Dorothy was
standing by the bedside, her two hands
clasped in his, her eyes looking down
upon him with such love-light in their
soft depths that 1t seemed to his daz-
zled vision as though it could not real
ly be-he must still be dreaming.
1T is you, really you?" he incredu-
lousy whispered, with trembling touch
! caressing the little hands as though he
would assure himself of their reality.
You, here! Why are you here, Doro-
thy?"
THE doctor wrote me that you were
sick" she faltered, her fingers tighten
| ing about his with a sort of shuddering
tenderness, as at a remembered terror.
And you came for that? Dorothy,
sweetheart, the last time / saw you,
you told me that you hated me. TWAS
not true?"
II think-I think more of you-than
I thought did," she murmured, bend
ing toward him like a wind-blown rose
in the shy confession, her eyes down
cast, her cheeks afiame.
"Ah. the happy thought! God bless
you for il, my sweetheart-mine!" I'm
possible to convey the gladness, the
rapture, of that impassioned whisper,
punctuated with soft kisses upon a
small pink palm. But he was laughing
too for gay amusement at her pretty
embarrassment, in such lightness OF
heart as he had thought he could never
know again; and with characteristic
impetuosity he would follow up his tri'
umph with the swift demand, merrily
mocking her shy hesitancy: And dc
you think-do you think enough of me
to marry me-soon, darling? Obi
and now the laughter had left his voice,
while a CLINT of sudden tears enforced
the impassioned earnestness of the low
cry: 81 have so hungered, so starved fol
you, Dorothyl"
But, though he laid bare his heart in
that brief pleading, he was for the mo
ment stunned by the swift granting Of
his prayer. Il will marry you when
ever you like, DEAR" she whispered back
her eyes. alight with gloryIai bound
Lees tenderness, resolutely b meet