The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1904-07-08

Mrs. Allen was In an adjoining room
reading to Mrs. Green. Mrs Green
was a woman one could love ut a
glance and love always her sweet old
face was flushed with pink. her brown
eyes were soft and gentle. her sillyon
white hair was brushed In waves back
from her face aud tulfouol 10y cap
OF lace. her voice was what womau'5
voice should bo sweet but firm. low
but perfectly molul1toJ She took
Dolores right into her m0thorly heart.
knowing every word of her hiHt0r.
so far as her son know &c, l,nuw.ur.
too, without being told that this was
the girl her son loved. And the sion.
der, silent girl socmcl 90 mUIt toward
her rs toward no one else. though no
FIRST 81 was very bittor this having 90
accept hospitality from the mother OF
tho man who had boon go wrongcd.
She had been forced 10 accept the
hospitality OF bis mothor-bcon forced
and with no excuse 20 place the nc.
ceptanco out OF the question. because
there was no excuse she could offer
when they tool, her father from the
little house. bearing him carefully to
the carriage waiting for him ut tho
gate. soft with cushions and pillows OF
down. to the station and the city some
thirty miles below the town down the
valley. with Doctors Dunwlddle and
Grey and her uncle. Thoy had every.
thing that money could buy TO gain
comfort for him. a car was reserved
for him on the train: everything ab.
solutely was done that could be for
his comfort. And then they had
forced upon her the acceptance Of this
hospitality.
Mrs. Green was watching Dolores
through tho open doorway leaning
back on the cushioned sofa. her soft
hands folded In her lap at this her
rest time" OF the day. as she listened
to Mrs. Aliens reading, her thoughts
somehow tangled with that and the
girl at the western window In the sun.
set lights and the boy OF her heart
their only child, the best son, she often
said. laughing, that a mother ever had.
Dora was partly in shadow though
her face. too, caught the glow from
above. The silence that had followed
Dolores all her life seemed 10 fall like
a veil around her. and even TO her
cousin for the time. The sunset lights
faded aind died; a mellow darkness
enveloped the eastern slope Of the
mountain; the road that wound up its
side was like a slender thread in tho
darkness. Suddenly the sound OF a
church bell smote the air. and Dolores
started, turning from tho window.
what Is it?" she asked OF Dora. and
Dora arose as she answered her:
Church bells. Lorle." touching the
hand nearest her shyly, as though sne
were half afraid. This is Wednesday
evening. and the bell is ringing for
prayer meeting"
Dolores made no further remark on
the subject. She knew nothing OF
prayer meetings or church bells: they
had little interest for her; her
thoughts were with her father. with
young Green. with many things out.
side OF this commonplace subject.
She turned from the window. however.
bringing her face into shadow. Mrs.
AAlcn huu Ceaheu heI IeuuluBi anu was
watching the girls with an lnscrutable
expression In her eyes. Had she failed
aIter all her planning? There seemed
no difference in the friendship be.
tween this girl and the son OF their
host. And as she could not win Dora
from her cousin she could at least
make this stupid girl feel some Of the
bitterness she held in her own heart.
That. at least. was worth planning
for. She was so deeply buried in
these thoughts that she started ner-
vously when Mrs. Green called the
girls In her soft. low voice.
"My dears," she said, ARE you not
ready to Join us now? We have watch.
ed the picture you make until now we