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

IN tracing ner, ana sne nan no 'uouut
that he would turn up some time dur.
ing the day to scold her-she determin-
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 TINT day lest
she should miss him. but he never came.
When night fell, she would have been
glad 70 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,
pas 5ed. and Dorothy began to realize
that her husband had taken her at her
word
AS matter Of fact, Oh th. morning
of the second day Everard hi left word
where he was to be found NJ lie house
agents office and inserted ne or two
advertisements in the daily pupers-he
could not afford maryland 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
had 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-
her girlhood.
A few days before Mrs. Rainforth.
who had succored her, had written to
tell her Of situation for which she
might apply. It was the post Of school
mistress in school in the north of Ire
land Mrs. Rainforth had told Dorothy's
| cad 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 sne 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 10 months, it
looked like paradise. Dorothy was now
on her'way to meet one Of the school
| managers who was examining candi-
| dates for the place.
On her way she passed church. She
slipped in and eat down. Thoughts of
God came into the girls mind. She had
| not said a prayer for years. Was there
| not something in the Bible about an
swering prayer-some promise that
whatever we pray for would be granted3
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 80 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
ly tear open the cover. There was moth
ing but her few poor testimonials re-
turned tor 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
Two months after her greet disap-
pointmeat Dorothy obtained d 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 30 used to
the click Of the machine that it never
disturbed her now.
The manuscript was 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'sl
So he was Gideon Armstrong; He
was known. becoming popular, perhaps
rich h-at all events. well Off -and she, sis
poor, discarded wife, was starving in
garret. 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 eve-i Dorothy clasped her hands
before her on the table, rested her head
on them and wept bitterly.
At last she bent to her work and for
time wrote steadily. But suddenly she
came to full stop.
'.It was impossible for Dedie to say
more
Her own pet name, the name Everard
had 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