The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1900-11-23


cheeks, grown pale now from Intense
feeling.
Don't cry for me, child. You little
goose, don't you know am not worth
tear or prayer"
promise me?" she entreated.
"Ah, well, II you allow me the priv
ilege OF changing my mind, If nature
presses the soul too close in her
cramped environments"
Her aunts voice sounded across the
lawn, calling her. Dorothy went, the
tears still glistening In her eyes.
ut is true" said her aunt. what
Miss Eastman has told me. that you
ought to be stopped from going to Mr..
Holbroke's. and that II was neither
good for you or quite the thing. ] told
her allowed you to go because OF his
illness, but she said the world would
make no allowances for that. ! was
blind not TO see II. You'll be crying
your eyes out for something you can't
have, like n child for the moon. I'll
send you to your Aunt Sarah's right
away, until after they are married, and
you Uluhl HOl EO lHtl' htdihs 4 w
know il Is wisest and best
Eyes, 1t is wisest and best as far as
| am concerned, aunt, but unless Miss
Eastman marries him right soon, he
will miss me He needs cheering al
ways, and can generally do that. And
you need not have told me: | know
he is as far out OF my reach as the
"A. L.s tttgt
a m6keshift TO kill time; yet ! would
rather be Just that for him than n
queen for any one else" And the girl
sobhtd in distress. and continued to
sob ftfully all night. Her grief. like
waves upon n stony shore, surged ever
upon the unalterable fiat OF their part
ing.
The next day her trunk was already
packed for her departure, when she
went out and looked at the window
across the way.
She gathered a large bouquet Of
roses, and gained, unnotlced, the little
| dividing gate between the two lawns,
where she hesitated between contend
ing emotions, the shy shrinking OF tim
! id girlhood, and the hearts Unsuitable
| craving for n last glimpse OF It's be-
! loved. Finally the latter proved strong
est. and in a moment more she stood
before Alwyn Holbroke, the roses in
her hands.
IL hope | do not disturb you, Mr.
Holbroke. ! could not go without say
ing goodby"
She had never gone into his presence
before this, save at his request.
You disturb me very much, Dorothy
why are you telling me good-by?"
Because | am going away"
Why
Aunt is sending me-"
Why
Because pulling
quantity of rose petals on the floor
"she says am not looking we'll"
THAT is not 1t, Dorothy, She was
never SO careful Of you before
1T is all | can tell you, Mr. Hol
broke"
Il did not withhold confidence from
you, Dorothy
"No-but." with evident relief, "ther,
Is aunt calling me, and she told nj
never"
She stopped, blushing in confusion
Never to come here again, he fin
ished for her. 81 saw Miss Eastman
go there yesterday, and | guessed tn
sequel. You see she loves me so much
Dorothy, she cannot bear that | shoul
have n little entertainment apart fror
her"
She was too absorbed in her ow
misery to notice the intense scorn {
his voice.
Then she will come TO you, and yo
will not need my poor entertainment.
> She laid the roses on the stand 9
his side. took his hand a moment /
u her own, kissed It, dropped two tear
upon It. and was gone. The touch {
the soft, warm lips thrilled him.
sweet, subtle influence seemed to ari'
" with the odor Of the roses, and fill h
e being. He forgot pain and unhapp
d ness everything but Dorothy. VIII,
he rang and sent for her she had gon
- He had an interview with her aur
~ who proved as irresponsive and u
communicative as n stone wall.
ie who is he fretting for?" Mrs. Ora
~ then asked herself for the hundre
Is time, and for the hundredth time cou
- not find a satisfactory answer.
For months she had believed IL
he for Miss Eastman, yet now, VIII
~ that young lady had done all in Il
he power to show her entire willingnC
III to make him happy, he was growi
d, more fretful every day
Vi Mr. Holbroke,' said the mother
'e woman. you are fretting yourself
st death. viii you excuse me IL | a
"e YOU IL there is any one you would II
ca to see that can send for?'
e,' Yes. Mrs. Grauthen; want Dorot
sn to come home
:" IL don't know that | can get her,
n for Mrs. Morton mas made up
ou mind"
Then ask her to come TO see m
ia' She came unwilling. and returni
ou took with her note to Dorothy, not
a the bold. firm hand of old, but
Nv Nv cramped and nervous.
Dear Dorothy: you &C
no home? My soul feels as IL il must
out Of its cramped confines.
4 stretch itself into anything rather Z
not this. Unless you come | cannot k
an. my promise and cannot come to ,
no Sincerely.
nc "ALwYN HOLBRoKE
nd. Il was the last sentence which {
the her home.
ss." Did you want me 10 be bril-