The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1901-08-13


that beaming. kindling glance OF his,
and she thought she would rather sie
that than all the grand sights of earth
or sky. She would rather hear his
voice and his laugh than all the birds
songs and wind dirges which the poets
describe.
One day when Dorothy's mother had
turned the key in the study door
Dorothy stepped out of the window
and struck ont FOR some woods near
her home. Once under cover OF their
shadow she drew long breath. she
took of her hat and lOOSened her hair
and started up stream. following the
course OF the brook through the
woods over the meadow beyond. then
up the hillside; steep II grew and steep
er; until the brook became n babbling.
sparkling waterfall. as 1t came over
the great rocks. 1t was romantic
place. and here. Il ever, a poet ought
to have had poetic thoughts. Alas, for
Dorothy. She had but one She looked
at the cntnlp I'm the creyice and
thought of her sick kittens. She just
put her little white teeth into the
water crosses she had picked. and de-
voutcdly wished she had some bread
and butter with them; then she took
her last scrubbed bit OF poem out
of her belt. tore the manuscript into
fine bits and dropped them into the
water. AS she was watching the last
one disappear I'm the Shadowy distance
she saw man come around the angle
of the rock. He was wading I'm the
brook. fish basket hung around his
neck and rod in his hand. He wore
great hat and had a queer wet-water
costume from head to foot. But Doro.
THY knew him afar or and her heart
gave a leap, though she looked as calm
as a lily. AS for Dr. John Felix. i'm
spite of the cold brook water, he
turned as red rs peony and his eyes
shone as he lifted the dap of his hat
and looked at her
Hello" he faltered "Is it your"
Dorothy nodded and waved her
hand; she hoped he would not see how
glad she was. She looked up so quiet
ly when he came eagerly up the bank
to her, and she made hIm go back
again into the water and get the cat
nip out of the crevice, and she laughed
| outright when he lost his footing and
went all over in the deep pool, but she
sobbed Historically because be did not
come up right away. and she took her
handkerchief and wiped the water off
his face, though her own face was
streaming with tears, and without in
tending to she called him my dear
boy and he said you are the dear
est girl. Dorothy" and he took her i'm
his arms for good hug. though she
/ was great genius and he dripping
with cold brook water
What VIII become of the poetry and
the stories when we are married?" he
asked when they were sitting together
upon the sunny rocks, happy lovers in
spite of wet clothes"
Il haven't an idea. John: but IL
marry you and find out"
Mrs. Greenhill yielded to the inevi-
table as gracefully as she could. es-
pecially since it turned out that DR.
relix had lately come into q fortune.
she wore n new velvet gown to the
wedding; it was DOrothy's present to
her from the proceeds of her second
accepted manuscript. For. strange to
say when DorOthy's heart was free
and her fancies light and sweet and
ha in the bloom of love. she began
write again and the publishers sent
checks once more. And after she was
Mrs. John Felix and haC a sewing ma
chine and made u world of pretty lit
tie frocks and gowns she still wrote
stories to her hearts delight. but nev-
er until she had lived them herself
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