Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1905-12-07

travel. rs your headacne DeIler nOW1
"Pon my honor, I've not given 1t a
thought for the last half hour. found
Miss Dorothy reading on the veranda,
and she took pity on me and put down
her book, and-well, somehow she must
have cured my headache! She's got iol-
ly pretty dimples, and she's a cousin
Of yours, didn't some one say?"
Eyes, distant. Mamma never liked
me to associate much with her family
when we were little, and now, as you
can imagine, we aren't very-er-con-
genial"
such fun" observed the earl, lacon-
lcally. His fair companion turned and
looked at him reproachfully. "And who
would wish to be fun?'" said she.
ooh, l don't know" said his lordship,
CALAMITY.
Miss Shannon found herself wonder
ing for a moment as they walked on
whether the earl might not prove testy
after all. Would he be uneasy under
the crushing and ordering about to
which her father and mother submit
ted? If there was one thing she disliked
it was obstacular people She had been
brought up to expect people to agree
with her.
"of course" she sighed, struggling
her beautiful shoulders discreetiy. Il
feel sorry for poor little Dorothy. Moth
or won't need her after the autumn.
and I'm sure don't know what's going
to become of her then. Besides, she
hasn't any practical sense. Just look at
her now lying asleep in all that sun.
She'll be simply black with freckles!"
That afternoon when everybody was
resting for dinner dance in the even
ing the earl of Stowbridge wandered
into the library, a cool, dim apartment
banked with books and made comfort
able with couches.
He had just discovered one OF his
favorite authors and settled down to
read when the sound of feminine
voices in the adjoining room disturbed
his attention. Six seconds had not
elapsed when he became aware that it
was no ordinary interview and that he
should make step forward to an
nounce his presence. 1t was not in his
character or traditions to be an caves
dropper; nevertheless he found himself
curiously unable to move or utter q
sound.
Angling for him-I?" It was Dor
,thys voice, low and impassioned, but
with a quick little gasp or two, such
as would come from one who had sud
denly received an unexpected douche
of cold water.
There can be no doubt Of that"
came Mrs. Shannon's icy tons. "Only
yesterday Joan was telling me Of her
own misgivings"-
"Misgivings!" There was still that
tremulous catch in the breath.
"Oh, of course young men will be
young men," continued Mrs. Shannon,
with a purr in her well bred tones.
They will pursue the girl who holds
out the angling iron. You are clever
l don't dispute the fact; you are clever
and calculating-but one thing | have
to tell you: If you wish to remain in
this household you must assume a diff
ferent pose. And, remember, not an
other conversation alone with the earl
of Stowbridge while he is under this
roof. You may go now"
cilonoo {,,cf for onnro-
ciable fraction of a second; then little
Dorothy seemed to be drawing herself
up to her full height as she flung de-
FAINT, passionate answer into her aunt's
face:
Il thought at least you were lady,
but you're not. You're cowardly and
cruel and vulgar. Oh, how can you be
SOP" Dorothy, sobbing miserably-i in her
hot anger and insulted girlhood, was
obliged to leave the room. Mrs. Shan
non, cool and collected, as always,
touched a bell and sent the cook some
orders about the salad.
After dinner, while they we're dane
ing, the earl sought Dorothy out in the
star sprinkled night, where she had
wandered to hammock under the
trees, far from the chattering groups on
the veranda.
give been wondering who was behind
that lighted cigar" she said, lightly, as
he joined her, and then more seriously,
drawing in her breath deeply: Isn't
it splendid out here tonight? like to
catch that strong brine from the sea.
1t gives one courage"
us that what you want-courage?"
asked the earl, looking at her tenderly
in the starlight and feeling his big,
honest heart a-throb. He sat down on
stump of a tree close by. You're
plucky enough, fancy"
II shall need it all, all the courage l
have. L" She faltered, and under
the sweet, sudden spell of sympathy
her lips trembled piteously. The earl
leaned forward impulsively and gently
imprisoned one of her hands.
81 know" was all that he said. She
measured him. not understanding.
''You see," he started to explain in
his straightforward fashion, Il was in
the next room this afternoon when your
aunt"
She drew away from him with terror
in her eyes. "Oh," she cried, bitterly,
you overheard all that cruelty, and
and it's made you pity mel"
ITS made me love you, little one"
he corrected, solemnly. 81 liked you
from the first moment / saw you, but
now know that love you. OF course, 3"
he added, seeing that she still shrunk
from him a little, "a thing like that's
easily enough said, but just give me a
little hope, and I'll make it my life's
business to prove it to you, dear" He
held out his hand to her like a knight
of old.
Dorothy tried to speak, but her lips
would not respond Then she did a
curious thing. She took his out
stretched hand in her own and pressed
it close against her eyes, and they were
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