Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1907-11-21

NinbSES VAS CUItOI-iu-Cllci VI OhO VI
tho large city papers, Clarence Yves re-
Porter for another, sister Mary was
schoolteacher. and sister Lucia wrote
for the magazines. AS for Mrs. Win
ters, she was president OF the Brown
iig club, secretary Of the Woman's
dub. and an active member Of varl-
oty of other clubs too numerous TO
mention.
IL would seem rather strange that in
family so stepped In the atmosphere
cC books and newspapers there should
DO enc black she,p; although to call
Dorothy a black sneep we're certainly
y iibei. for II there ever was white,
sweet, dearly loved lamb In any flock,
she c0Hld lay claim to that distinction.
The term Is only used to convey the
idea that she was different from the
others. While they we're all studious,
Wp1ghtful and serious in their tastes,
she WIS the gayeet, most careless and,
so they all declared, the most frivolous
little body In existence. Everyone
natnred, SO generous 80 full OF vitality
and sprightliness, that it was impossi-
bile TO do otherwise.
1t mover happened that anyone ever
questioned the domestic talents and
iRciinahons OF Dorothy. 1t had been
aetf1ed when she was quite a small
child that Nature had intended her
for a little housewife. She could make
the most delicious desserts and the
mogt toothsome confectionery; she
had such beautiful taste in arranging
the diaing-room table and kept the
house so fresh and orderly that no one
ever suspected that she abhorred the
dlshpan. hated to make beds. or was
made faint and sick by the sight OF
raw meat when she went 10 market
20 select her fathers favorite cuts.
Dolly never said anything about It,
Naturally, no one could be supposed to
know.
Now. 1t frequently happens thnt the
careers laid out for US by our friends
are not always the ones we should
select II left to ourselves. This was
tho case with Dorothy. Secretly she
longed to be literary, like the rest,
instead of domestic. She did try to
write sometimes, Just as the others
did. and worked hard over some eY-
tremely indifferent little stories which
were destined to travel many weary
miles between herself and various pub
fishers.
Dorothy knew we'll enough that her
writing was very poor, and soon
oeHsed to hope to distinguish her.
self in this way. AS a matter of fact,
she did not like to write at all, and
only did so because she hated TO be
a drone In this literary beehive. 1t
was simply bore to her, and she
spent much of her time making
sketches on tho margin OF her paper,
as Tommy Traddles did In David Cop
pertield: only instead Of drawing skel-
stons. she made curious brownies and
grotesQue animals that II certainly
would have been no sin to worship,
for they were like nothing on earth or
I'm the waters beneath the earth. The
family called them Dorothy's queer
cows"
At hast she despaired altogether
and when the rejected manuscripts
had all come back she tumbled them
Ia u heap into drawer, which she
never opened without a very down-in,
the mouth sort Of feeling. 1t is to be
feared that just the least little bi,
of grain of bitterness was in Doro
thy's heart when she thought. Of the
position OF the household director to
which she had been so summarily rele
gated by her affectionate friends. Still
the old longing to do something KEEP
pulling away at her, and when she
began To beg to be allowed to take
drawing lessons at the Art Institute
her mother said:
"Why not let her do IL? The deal
giri has good many lonesome hour.
when we are all away or busy, ever
IL she is SO domestic. Looking aftei
the house doesn't take all her time
"Why of course" said Mr.. Winters
VI there's anything In the world tina
I can do to give Dorothy a pleasur,
I'm only too glad"
'Oh, certainly" said sister Lucia
~ Will SiNO HcI bUiuelHluR I'D Jnlnl
OF. even II she doesn't accomplish
much with It."
And SO Dorothy was entered in on
CT the classes of the Art Institute
and then the family, absorbed in IL
own more important affairs, at one
proceeded to forget all about it. NJ
body ever thought to inquire about he
work except Mr.. Winters, TO whom
occurred once in awhile in vagu
fashion.
"And how are the queer cows
daughter" he would ask, pinching he
soft round cheek.
"oh. they're just as bad as ever,
Dorothy would say with an answerin
smile. "They pop out on the cast
and still life exactly as they di
ON the manuscript" She was BRAY
httle soul, and IL she felt hurt b
this indulgent neglect she kent Il I