The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1899-06-16

fathers consent, ana Wnen, at the eXpl-
ration of six months, she came back to
her fathers home, she was by consider
able 8 wiser woman. She vowed that
"all the kings horses and all the kings
men could never drag her forth again"
1t is not known that any attempt of that
nature was ever made. Glad and CRATE.
full, only dimly able to foresee the evile
which she had escaped by those which
she had encountered, she settled down
into her domestic groove as her fathers
housekeeper, and reached the meridian
of her middle life in calm content.
But when she saw her beautiful niece,
growing out Of her early 20's, with her
face steadfastly set against matrimony,
even in its most desirable forms, her
anxiety expressed itself in frequent ap-
peals to her father.
GIANTS if Dorothy never had an offer,
letting alone Tom Boyle" she said as
she dropped her potatoes into the boiling
water. "Dorothy's cut out for wife,
and never was"
Grandpa turned his paper with an air
of disgust, and then, as il he thought
better OF it, ended with laugh. ''It's.
hard telling, Jane, what people are cut
out for sometimes it seems as IL the Lord
made some dreadful mistakes with his
patterns; it's 'cut and try with most
people, but Dorothy is all right-she
couldn't be any different from what she
is IN any way, and will not have her in
terfered with"
The old man set his cane down with q
Chud. IF she remembers Tom Boyle
and means to stick to him through life,
all right. honor her for it. I'll honor
her to the extent of giving her the whole
of my kingdom, and that will be enough
to carry her through when you and are
done for-hey, janet"
The old man was stumping out Of
the door, but turned back and shook q
warning finger in James face. mind
you, Jane, will not have any more of
this haggling about Dorothy, not one
word to her or you'll find the devil let
loose in this house. Now get my switch
ell"
Meanwhile Dorothy, all unconscious Of
the war of words that was being waged
in her behalf was pursuing her untrou-
bled way across the fragrant meadows,
ducking her head un6er the low-bepding
apple trees with their masses of pink and
white, her dress brushing against clus-
ters of the wild lilies Of the valley and
the delicate blossoms, filling her hands
full of the tiny forget-me-nots and lift
ing her feet daintily not to crush the
dandelions peeping up everywhere. She
trilled in the words of an old song -
Dandelions, dsndelions.
With your golden, starry eyes,
Are ye little drops of glory
That have fallen from the skies?
We're ye ever eyes OF angels
Watching over age and youth?
Dandeltons, dandelions,
Tell little girl the truth.
Little yellow heads SO cheerful
Popping up amid the grass
Catching all the shining raindrops
And the breezes as they pass.
Her face suddenly clouded -
Have the soldiers with bright buttons,
Lost you everywhere about?
In the mountains, in the valleys?
She stopped, with a catch In her Yoice
"Ohw she sank down on bed of moss
and buried her face deep in yellow
cluster. "Soldiers-gilt buttons-Tom!''1
deeper went the face and her breath
came in quick gaspsl
After while she spoke to herself. II
cannot get away from ID, and do not
know 90 wish to break away from it j; |
The spell upon me grows stronger and
stronger
Sac raised herself, pushed back her /
hair, and looked mp through the apple
blossoms to the blue sky. "Why don't |
you speak TO me?'' she said. AZ am tired |
with this delay waiting for voice that
near only in my dreams tired OF CALI
ing your name through endless space
tired OF lifting my arms to clasp empty |
air tired Of raising my eyes and seeing 1
only the midnight stars, or this knocking /
MONDAY sun. / am tired OF trying to L
i've any longer Without you, Toni If
you are dead. manifest yourself unto
me ii you are living anywhere on Gods
earth ron are milne, and am yours, and
viii mott
She sprang to her feetl Somebody !
aad penetrated the little dingle, ahns In