The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1902-04-14

HAN'
hit annoyed with me Tor having gone
directly to the nuns. so she insisted
thai Dolores must sleep at her fathers
house. she'll I-ake tho IAN back sor
you. dear Dickg'
shook my head.
l turned away at once. drove to
spencer's big house. and inquired bold
~ for Dolores The butler hesitated
little.
Il think she has gone. SIR he said;
"but If you will come in. viii in
qUire."
lie showed me into a room on the
gfound floor. thought it was empty,
,hon all at once realized a little figure
was sitting in an arm chaira path stic
little figure. dressed IN outdoor gar
ments. with closed eyes and white
lace It was Dolores. When spoke
90 her she looked up in startled fash
ion. then she smiled.
Nice mani" she said, but her voice
was so weak, so tired. and she stretch
ed Jut her hand. Have you got my
FAM"
gave it to her. and .Ae mere touch
OF it seemed to illumine her for an in
stant as with JOY. Then her eyes clos
ed again and her head dropped. and
at that moment an important looking
individual hustled into the room.
Now, miss. I'm ready" she said.
She backed little as she saw me.
spoke hurriedly.
This child is i'll You are not going
to take her back to the convent as she
is?"
don't know how | did it. but per-
suaded the nurse to let me go this
journey with the child. There was
fog outside in the air. and the windows
were misty, but never had tasted
such a wonderful happiness as came to
me in this one hour. She was no long
er her mothers child, she was herselr,
bruised little flower that lay passive
on my heart as though wearied with
It's short span OF life
They took her from me at the CON
vent with some surprise in their look,
but as | heard the tenderness in their
voices. and realized how dear the child
was to them | changed in my first
opinion This peaceful place, with its
bright-eyed sisters moving softly To-
and fro, had nothing desolate about it,
l went to Mary for sympathy the
next day and when told her all her
eyes filed WIZ tears,
g'Tomorrow will drive down first
thing" she said. q am SO glad you
went vita her, Dick Ny poor little
Doloresi"
But Mary did not see her the next
day. She came to my Office after that
long drive.
'She is very i'll, she said brokenly;
they fear pneumonia. Aud she may
die and be buried for all her father
cares."
When Mary left me | shut my desk
and went out with a blank sense OF
misery upon me.
The fog mad gone, and the November
sun seemed to mock me- II
was long. Song way 20 the convent
The Sister who had spoken to me two
/ days before met me with a tear STAINED
face
had great difficulty in persuadinl
them to let me see the child but they
led me to her at last urged perhaps L
do so because Dolores had asked fol
me repeatedly.
A Sister was kneeling near her, bu
made way for me, and sat down ant
pillowed one of the small hot hands oi
my heart
Dolores is going to get better"
said
She lay and looked up for lone
lcng time. There was strange conten
in those wonderful dark eyes. Thel
she spoke hoarseiy and with difficulty
'T-know now-you 10 remembers r
i see her looking at me from you
eyes,
My heart leaped.
Il loved herl" sald.
1t was the first time that old, ol
secret had been confessed.
q haven't the least 'dea how I mar
aged il. said Mary, on the clea
frosty day when took thom to "a
train and packed them of for the
lcng journey . the South. Il am quit
sure that George Spencer regards NJ