Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1902-09-13
FROsTBURG, Md, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1902

young plOtNtiONlSt. WHO lS NcilEntlnS
Mount Clement audiences this sum-
mer.''
Dalton walked back to his room like
one in ! dream. And this glorious crca-
ture was Elizabeth llIr'ln. whom he
had pictured as Il GENT. ciin.ing crea-
ture in need of protection against
cold and unfccling world. the sort of
woman who would fit snugly into his
four rooms above the store ut 1adrone,
this girl who WAS dclighting fashion
able eastern folks aud who could have
her picture cover tn" whole page of
paper. Dalton did not know that Miss
Hardin had paid So for that frontis-
piece nor that at this very moment she
was ting i'm her room at cheap
boarding house figuring on the sum
mcr's expenses, the cost of new frOcks,
photographs and advertising. She
would not clear 81. and then what?
Another winter In Il New York school
room with fifty east side children.
Half an hour later Ii" found her and
sent up his card, written by Il man who
had Il stand on the corner.
Miss Hardin was startled. In n fash
she recalled the name, the Twiggns
school and the correspondence. Would
he have on leather "chaps," spurs and
belt full of revolvcrs? She entered
the parlOr with some trcpdation. \
tall. square shouldcrcd man. well
groomcd and clad in dark blue serge.
rose to greet her. She almost laughed
at her recent miSgivingS. and the
thought brought a pretty flush to her
cheeks. Il new light to her tired eyes.
He never knew just how he managed
1t, but that night Dalton escorted her
home from the concert. She w"r" the
marvellous dress he had seen In the pic
ture. and she gathered 1t up daintily as
they walked in the moonlight. He felt
as if some explanation of his presence
We're due. and finally he plunged into
it.
"You see, Miss Hardin. thought
perhaps you'd change your mind about
the school if just could talk to you.
Perhaps you'd like to come out next
summer anyhow. I've always pictured
you so sort of different. but now Of
course understand. You wouldn't like
it out there no matter how much we
might want you"
lie was looking down Mt the chiffon
ruffie on her gown. which billowed like
white foam around her feet An odd
smile tremblcd on her lips; something
very like a tear shonc in her eye. She
had read his thought as in an open
book
'PerhapS you are mistaken, Mr..
Dalton. | think would like Colorado,
and If the position is open next sum-
mer | may come
They We're passing through a small
grove Dalton stopped short and gazed
into her face.
"If it's open! Why. Miss Hardin, Of
course it will always bc open for you"
Then he added in a lower voice, But
next summer is long way off,
Elizabeth sighed softly. and far
away look came into her eyes as if she
were sccnting the keen mountain air
and the Colorado pines.
Yes, Il long, long way
Then Dalton forgot her picture I'm the
papcr-forgOt the imposing frOck. He
remembered only the little gray note
signed BEAUTIFULLY yours. Elizabeth
Hardin"-and the sigh.
What happened next Is not herein
set forth, but western men are nOtO
riOus for acting promptly.
This summer another clocutiOnist de-
lighted the visitors Mt Mount Clement,
and her picture adorned the first page
of the Mount Clement Educator. but in
Frank Dalton's Colorado home a new
cushion has replaced the one Of moth
eaten velvet i'm the Morris chair,
there's n drawnwork cover instead Of
dust on the center table. and n stair
way has been built from the inside Of
the store