Evening journal., 1900-02-22


might apply. It was the post of school
mistress in a school ia the north of
Ireland. Mrs. Ralnforth had told Doro-
thy's sad story to the clergyman Of
the parish, and he had promised to do
what he could for her, and she had
good hopes that she would obtain 1t.
1t was not the life she would have
preferred, but. In contrast with the
hardshlps Of the last twelve months, 1t
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 a church. She
slipped In and sat 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
answering prayer-some promise that
whatever we pray for would be grant
edg She was sure Of it. At once Doro-
thy resolved 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 re-
turned TO 1t again and again, beseech-
ing the Almighty that this thing might
be granted to her.
She saw the school manager, and he
protested TO be well satisfied with the
proofs which she furnished of her fit
ness for the post.
Three weeks went slowly by. Doro-
thy thought she had never known time
to pass so slowly. And then one morn
ing a large envelope was handed TO
/ IAr 1tnr. Do a RI
and her fingers trembled so that she
could scarcely tear open the cover.
There was nothing but her few poor
testimonials returned to her, with a
civil note saying that "the managers
regretted to be unable to avail them
selves Of her services" That was all.
That was the victory of her prayerl
Two months after her great disap-
pointment Dorothy obtained a 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 a peep at her
sleeping baby, began her task. The lit.
tie thing slumbered on. She was 50
used to the click Of the machine that II
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 II occurred TO her that
the handwriting was familiar to her
1t could not be-surely It could not be
---- Yes, il was her husbandsl
So he was "Gideon Armstrong; He
was known, becoming popular per
haps rich; at all events, well of; anC
she. the poor, discarded wife, was
starving in a garrett glad to earn pit
lance by doing the work of a clerk IL
connection with the manuscript which
would fill his pockets and make hin
more famous than everl Dorothy
clasped her hands before her on tho
table, rested her head on them anC
wept bitterly.
At last she bent to her work ant
for a time wrote steadily. But suddenl,
she came to a full stop.
1T was impossible for Dodie to sa!
more"
! Her own pet name. the name Eve
rard had given her when they wer
) lovers, looked out at her from the pa
l per, put evidently by mistake for tn
= name of the heroine. She must hav
been in his mind, she said 10 herself
or her name could not have found it
! way to the paperl She blushed and he
eyes shone. But what was she TO do
Was she to hold her peace and le
him go? If he indeed remembers
T her
i Then an idea struck her. Here an
there throughout the manuscript sh
substituted "Dodie" for the name EN
erard had given bis heroine. Sh
/. thought he would be sure to motto
4 this, to wonder why it had been don,
, to make inquiries. II he did not choos
. TO do so, If he made no sign, she coul
a 90 on as she was doing.
p That night the manuscript was fiji
! ished. Next day she took it back I
4 the office and received the few shi
4 lings that were due to her for her !;
n bor. Then she went home and waite'
!. one evening she could not work.
d baby was worrying, and the time tn,
q should have been spent over her typ
Il writer was given to soothing the lit
/. ones cries. Weary and half-dlstracte
2 on account Of her neglected work, Do
othy was sitting down to her machir
o when she noticed that the baby
IN cough mixture was nearly hnishe
d Only a few drops were left in the DO
it tie. Ii was scarcely ten O'Clock; II
d druggists shop would be open if 81
Il went at once.
Throwing 2 shawl over her head, 81
a went out, closed her door behind h
III and hogan to descend the dark stat
In case.
NJ Can you tell me whether a MI
ie Payn lives hereT said a voice clio
8. to her.
ii. Dorothy was silent She felt as II h
10 heart must stop beating If she trl,
,e to speak.
n. II thought I heard some one col
he ing down. / shall do you no hari
Nv Surely you need not be afraid to {,
NE II Mrs. Payn lives in this house
st "Everard do you want me? 1 a
er Dorothy"
g. When Dorothy came to herself 81
NJ was lying on the floor of her room. h
y. head resting on her husbands arr
". aud baby screaming Justify in her CT
" die Soon she was able TO take q
Id child and hush II.
rs that our baby, DorothyT 81
IL her husband, wondering. Dorotl
II blushed and nodded, and put the chi
he into his arms
No In the long talk that followed Ey