The Holly chieftain., 1903-09-11

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vel to me, and Dora is never tired
of listening to him when he tells Of
his life. He is a rich man now with
his word as good as his bond; my
girl is proud of her father, as well
she may be.
''As to his brother, he has not for
gotten him, but he lost trace of him:
he leads busy life with little time
for hunting anybody's brother. Long
ago, when he began to succeed, he
wrote to his brother Offering to help
him along If he cared to join him, but
the letter was returned unopened. His
brother could neither read nor write,
and had no correspondence, or else
was dead
las to Dora, she has had all the
teachers and masters necessary to an
excellent education; she is an ex-
Guisite musician; her touch on the
piano is like magic, and her voice is
soft and sweet, but she does not sing
now. Her singing used to be her
fathers delight
A shadow fell over the face of the
nurse, and she was silent for mo-
ment. looking into the fire with far
away expression on her face.
The bedroom door opened noiseless-
lyl, and she turned calmly in answer
to DR.. Dunwiddie's summons, every
trace of emotion gone. She left the
room for few minutes, and when she
returned her voice and manner were
quiet as usual.
Dora draws and paints very well,"
she said, resuming her seat and her
story; "she teaches several children
from the mission school. None of her
time Is idled; she has her fathers am
bilious spirit, and her life is full of
work in spite of the fact that this dis
ease is slowly eating her life away.
Each one of the children loves her;
she sometimes tells me, laughing, that
she has SO many blessings she cannot
count them. To hear her talk one
would never imagine the nights have
held her up in my arms that she might
breathe while she coughed her beau
tiful life away
Dolores leaned forward, with lumin-
| ous eye; for the time she forgot her
| father, and the dread awaiting for the
| men 10 come to prove the malice pre-
d, pense in the laming of the mare The
world of which the woman told was
outside of her world; it was the world
OF her dreams.
Silence reigned in the room for
FEW minutes; the nurse arose and
drew the little half curtains across
the windows. When all was arranged
for the night. even to preparing bed
i'll the corner on the settee Mrs. Allen
drew her chair up to the fire again,
and resumed her story.
Dolores face was troubled-her
thoughts had returned to her father, to
young Green and his efforts to save
her father somehow mixed with his
words lately uttered, of love and it's
sadness; and of the trial that was to
come off as soon as her father was
| able to go to prove She started
at sound of the nurses voice and grew
white to the lips. This did not escape
the watchfu eyes of the nurse. There
was little that did escape her watch.
full eyes.
"Dora's father did not know whether
or not his brother was living" she
went on. THAT the letter had been
returned uncalled for, went to prove
that he might be dead; but he knew
that his brother had no friends out
side of the settlement and was not in
the habit of receiving letters. That
he could neither read nor write still
left ii possible that he was living and
when Dora made known her wish to
come here. to see her fathers old
home arrangements We're made at
once. We arrived in the town over
the mountain yesterday. They are
stopping at Judge Green's for the
present and Dora sent me here at
once when Mr.. Charlie wrote for help.
She said it was one of Gods provi-
dences; that he had arranged things
for us and were only to obey"
The interest died out of Dolores
eyes. She knew nothing about God or
his providences; she had never heard
either except as a wandering
preacher stopped at the settlement on
his way through the moutains, and
was jeered at by the men and listened
to by only a handful of women.
The nurse leaned back so that her
face was in shadow, but so that the
girls face was full in her sight.
Dora had been in the town but
day, yet she had found out great deal
that she wished to know Every one