Pike County press. (Milford, Pa.) 1895-1925, 1900-02-09

mistress in a school in the north OF
Ireland. Mrs. Ralnfoith had told Doeo-
thy's sad story to the clergyman Of
tho parish, and he had promised to do
what he could for her, and she had
good hopes that she would obtain II.
II was not the life she would lave
preferred, but. in contrast with the
hardships Of the last twelve months. 1t
looked like paiadise Dorothy was now
OH her way to meet one Of the school
managers who was examining candi-
dates for tile 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 prayer for years Was
there not something in the Bible about
answering prayer-some promise that
whatever we pray for would be grant
ed? She was sure of It, At once Doro-
thy resolved to put IL 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 it again and again, beseeeh-
ing the Almighty that this thing might
be granted to her
She saw the school manager, and he
professed 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 large envelope was handed to
her 1t bore the Ballyrowen pOstmark,
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
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 prayer!
Two 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 a peep at her
sleeping baby, began her task. The lit
tie thing slumbered on. She was so
used to the click of the machine that 1t
never disturbed her now.
The manuscript was a story by "Gld-
con Armstrong" a writer of whom
she had heard once or twice within
the last few months. She dashed at the
written Vages and covered several
sheets before it occurred to her that
the handwriting was familiar to her
1t could not be-surely ii could not be
--- Yes 1t was her husband'sl
So he was "Gideon Armstrong; He
was known, becoming popular, per
| haps rich; at all events, well off; and
she, the poor, discarded wife, was
starving in garret, glad to earn pit
tance by doing the work of clerk in
connection with the manuscript which
would fill his pockets and make him
more famous than everl 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 wrete steadily. But sudden.y y
she came to full stop
1T was impossible for Dodie to say
| more"
Her own pet name. the name Eve
| rard had given her when they were
lovers, looked out at her from the pa
per, put evidently by mistake for the
name of the heroine. She must hay e
been in his mind, she said to herself,
or her name could not have found its
way to the paper! She blushed and her
eyes shOne. But what was she to do!
Was she to hold her peace and let
him go? If he indeed remembered
her
Then an idea struck her Here and
there throughout the manuscript she
substituted "DOdie" for the name Ev-
erard had given bis heroine. She
thought he would be sure TO notice
4 this, to wonder why IL had been done,
to make inquiries. Ii he did not choose
to do so, If he made no sign, she could
go on as she was doing
That night the manuscript was fin
ished. Next day she took it back to
the office and received the few shil-
lings that were due to her for her Ia
Dor. Then she went home and waited.
One evening she could not work
baby was worrying, and the time that
should have been spent over her type
writer was given to soothiny the llitle
ones cries. Weary and half distract, d
on account of her neglected 4 Ork, Dor
1 othy was sitting down to her machine
when she noticed that. the baby
cough mixture was nearly finished
Only a few drops We're left in the bot
tie. 1t was scarcely ten O'Clock; the
druggists shop would be open if she
went at once.
Throwing a shawl over her head, she
went out, closed her door behind her
and began to descend the dark stair
case.
"Can you tell me whether a MIS-
Payn lives hereT' said a voice close
to her.
Dorothy was silent. She felt as if hei
heart must stop beating if she tried
to speak.
81 thought | heard some one com
fVos 4 aho 10
Surely you need not be afraid to tel
me If Mrs. Payn lives In this house.
'Everard, do you want me? / an
Dorothy"
When Dorothy came TO herself she
was lying on the floor of her room, hel
head resting on her husbands arm
and baby screaming Justify in her era
die. Soon she was able to take the
child and hush it.
us that our baby, DorothyY said
her husband, wondering Dorothy
blushed and nodded, and put the chile
into his arms.
In the long talk that followed Eve
rard explained that he had tried il
vain to find his wife, and had onlJ
seen the name "DOdie" in his manu-
script when ii had been delivered L
him along with a bundle of proc
sheets that afternoon.
After the talk there was a long 81
lence. Dorothy slipped ont of the room
and got the baby's medicine, and wheI
she came back her husband said Il
her:
"DO you know, 1 always believe,
that l should find you one day. I hat
an offer to go to Edinbugh, but / re
fused it because 1 felt certain that yol
were In London"
Dorothy made no reply, but shl
threw her arms around her husband'