The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-05-10

ed that she would submit to the scold-
ing without word-but. at any rate.
to take her home.
She did not go out all chat day lest
she should miss him, but he never came.
When night fell, she would have been
glad to go back of her own accord, but
her pride forbade her, and she remained
where she was. Surely, she thought, he
will come tomorrow. But that day, too,
passed, and Dorothy began to realize
that her husband had taken her at b er
word
AS matter of fact, on the morning
of the second day Everard had left word
where he was to be found at the house
agents office and inserted one or two
advertisements in the daily papers-he
could not afford many-and then he
told himself he could do no more. Doro-
thy was dead to him-lost in the great
whirlpool of London.
A year went by and Dorothy, pale
and thin and shabby. was slowly drag
ging her way through one of the great
thoroughfares Her heart was heavy,
for there was cradle in the poor room
she had left and in the cradle baby
girl What Dorothy Payn had gone
through during the last six months only
she and her God knew. At one time she
had all but starved, but one Of that
much sneered at class--district visitors
bad found her out, given her sympa-
thy, money and fresh hope for the fu-#
ture. Since her recovery she had sup
ported herself chiefly by typewriting-
an art she had learned in the days of
her girlhood.
a few days before Mrs. Rainforth,
who had succored her, had written to
tell her of situation for which she
might apply Itwas the post Of school
mistress in school in the north of Ire
land Mrs. Rainforth had told Dorothy's
sad story to the clergyman of the parish,
and he had promised that he would do
what he could to get the post for her,
and she had good hopes that she would
obtain it.. It was not the life che would
have preferred. but, in contrast with
the hardships of the last IL months, it
looked like paradise. Dorothy was now
on her:way to meet one of the school
managers who was examining candl-
dates for the place
On her way she passed church. She
slipped in and sat down. Thoughts of
God came into the girls mind. She had
not said prayer for years Was there
not something in the Bible about an
swering prayer-some promise that
whatever we pray for would be granted? ?
She was sure of it. At once Dorothy re-
solved to put it to the test She would
pray for this post in Ireland. Sinking
on her knees. Dorothy poured out her
petitions to the Father of her spirit,
NOR did she content herself with merely
stating her request, but returned to it
again and again, beseeching the Al
mighty that this, thing might be grant
ed to her. She saw the school manager,
and he professed to be well satisfied
with The proofs which she furnished OF
her fitness for the post.
Three weeks went slowly by. Dorothy
thought she had never known time to
pass so slowly, and then one morning
large envelope was handed to her; It
bore the Ballyrowen postmark, and her
fingers trembled 80 that she could scarce
~ tear open the cover. There was moth
ing but her few poor testimonials re-
turned to- her. with civil note saying
that the managers regretted to be un'
able to avail themselves Of her services
That was all That was the victory Of
her prayerl
wo months after her great disap-
pointment Dorothy obtained large
manuscript which was to be typewrit-
ten as soon as possible. Hurrying home,
she threw off her hat and jacket, lit the
lamp, and. taking peep at her sleep
ing baby, began her task. The little
thing slumbered on. She was SO used to
the click of the machine that it never
disturbed her now.
The manuscript was a story by Gid
con Armstrong, a writer Of whom she
had heard once or twice within the last
few months. She dashed at the written
pages and covered several sheets before
it occurred to her that the handwriting
was familiar to her. 1T could not be
surely it could not be- Yes. it was her
husband S!
So he was Gideon Armstrong1 He
was known, becoming popular, perhaps
rich-at all events, well of-and she, the
poor. discarded wife, was starving in
garrett, glad to earn pittance by doing
the work.of clerk in connection with
the manuscript which would fill his
pockets and make him more famous
than ever Dorothy clasped her hands
before her on the table, rested her head
on them and wept bitterly.
at last che bent to her work and for
a time wrote steadily. But suddenly she
came to full stop.
SIT was impossible for Dodie to say
more
Her own pet name. the name Everard
mad given her when they were lovers,
looked out at her from the paper; put
evidently by mistake for the name of
the heroine. She must have been in his
mind, she said to herself, or her name
could not have found its way to the pa
perl She blushed and her eyes shone.
But what was she to do? Was she to
hold her peace and let him go? If he