The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-12-06

hazard the possible jar that would come
from finding our idol imperfect"
Nor would they speak to her, either.
even over the counter They often
laughed TO think how the richly dressed
girls about them might feel II they
knew that two young men. born and
bred as well as they. sat in their midst
obitvious of them, conscious that one
far fairer than they was dispensing
buns with unjeweied fingers such as
theirs could never hope 10 be- But thav
both feared 10 try the hazard of the bad
grammar, and. to give them the credit
Of their mood, to break the spell Of their
Intangible, sweet. pure intimacy Of
Few daily glances and smiles from afar
When they spoke OF Dolly. it was as OF
something me and subtle, an essence.
a dream as well as Z. person
What Dolly thought Of this aIoofne-S
IS -nother question. She was a girl. per
maps she was puzzled. perhaps she was
even piqued- One of them suggested. in
fact, the horrible possibility that per
maps she thought them slow"
Wen, thus the weeks passed. and from
their morning glimDses and silent com
munion with Dolly. gradually a gentle
awareness Of her fresh, sweet presenct.
IN the world creDt into all their wa king
hours. New York was good 10 live in.
because Dolly lived there. with her
morning smile and her rose and sun
shine purity Hardly conscious them
selves Of the inner fact she lent guild
ing sweetness TO their thoughts as
health lies at the heart of happiness.
Then, on Monday. the inevitable hap
pened. Dolly was not in her accustomed
place.
The next day she was not there. either.
nor the next. Then they realized that
the end, of which they had not allowed
thought previously TO cloud their minds.
had come They walked over to the
counter and addressed The Farmers
Daughter" What have you done with
Doly2" they said
To their amazement, The Farmers
Daughter manifested no surprise when
they called her Dolly. Perhaps it was
her right pet name Dolly has left for
good She is going TO be married in
July" said THE Farmers Daughter
ITO whom they asked, quite calmly.
ITO young fellow on 10th Street,
said The Farmers Daughter"
They did not ask his name. What did
his name matter? For few mornings
they sat at the old table and nodded to
DOlly's old companions behind the
gard them as friends of their own as
well as of Dolly But the place seemed
strangely barren, and the food suddenly
lacked zest-
When the salt has lost its SAVIOR it is
time we changed" said one So they
went the next day TO a hotel and ate
amid luxurious. unhomelike. 'PhiIistin-
istic' surroundings that oppressed them.
a few more restless days and one or
Them said one evening, suddenly Tt is
summer now. and my sisters are sitting
on a big veranda watching the starlit
Atlantic roll in upon the Maine lodges.
Down at the little Casino. perhaps some
of the crowd are dancing Tomorrow
they will battle and get glOriOusly
tanned. I've arranged with the Office
to go on a long vacation in two days.
I'm sorry 10 leave you here in the city,
but I must get out.
"GOod-by." said the other. But don't
write to me here. After Saturday my
address win be at the little postOfice by
the big Salt Pond. where the Atlantic
gets warm and quiet. broken by the
sand bars and the buttress OF Point
Judith. I talked with my Office today.
too"
A week later the dust from the New
York streets was settling heavily and
undistuTbed upon their closed piano and
the forsaken objects in their rooms. But
their golf clubs had disappeared from
the corner. which is a sign. perhaps.
that DOlly's triumph was incomplete
New York Tribune.