The Vinita daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1902-1913, 1907-07-06
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BY CAROLYN WELLS J
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that the young lady was ceremonious
ly assisted down the train steps by al
obsequious porter
There were several traps and auto
mobiles waiting at the platform, and
Dorothy looked at them eagerly In
search of the friends who were to
meet her on her arrival
But she saw none OF the Glenns
and with some surprise and little
annoyance she turned to the station
master for help.
Can you tell me If any of Mrs
Glenns people are about?" she said
"They are not, ma'am. Did you ex.
pect them to meet your
Yes. But hey will probably come
soon. I'll wait"
THE train was 20 minutes late,
Miss. If they're coming they should
be here by now
rs their house far? How could
get there?"
ITS good three miles out In the
country. But you could take hack. /"
Il think l will There must have
been some misunderstanding. And
then, l may meet them on the road f"
The hack, though not much to look
at, was comfortable enough and Dor
othy, after an almost sleepless night
on the train, was willing to close her
eyes to the three miles of scenery,
and only opened them to find herself
under the porte-cochere Of large
country house.
Jumping out, she paid the driver
and dismissed him, and then paused
a moment on the veranda before ring
ing the door-bell
The hackman drove off, and with a
little sigh of delight Dorothy turned
from the beautiful landscape and
rang the bell. Her ring was not inn
mediately answered, and she rang
again.
Again she rang-several times more
but still no one appeared, and the
silence became oppressive.
"Well!" said she to herself, this is
pretty state of things!"
Impulsively Dorothy seized the
doorknob and turned it, when to her
surprise the door opened readily.
'Well of all things' she cried.
"But, at least there must be some
body at home, or the front door would
have been locked"
She stood in the hall, listening, but
heard no sound of any kind.
"Helenl" she called at last Helen,
where are your
Still no answer, and she was forced
to the conclusion that the house was
empty Of any human beings save
herself She closed the front door,
and went through the parlors, library,
dining room and even kitchen, with
out seeing anyone at all. The rooms
We're all in order, yet showed ample
evidence of the family's very recent
presence.
ITS CHASTITY" she thought. "At
FIRST it seemed funny and interesting,
but now it's horrid II it's a practical
joke, they're carrying it too far, and
in any case, they're certainly very
rudei"
But aftNr a few minutes her equa-
nimity returned, and she concluded
The only thing to do was to make the
best of the situation and await de-
In the pantry was supply of what
was beyond all doubt that mornings
milk. and this fact cheered Dorothy
as corroborating her theories that the
'amily would soon return She helped
herself to a glassful, and then strolled
nto the parlor. and seating herself at
the open piano, began to play.
Il know what l will do" she sud
ienly declared to herself, I'm go up
n Helen's room and take a nap. |
hardly slept any last night in that old
sleeping car, and I'm awfully tired"
Pleased with this practical plan.
Dorothy went up to Helen's room,
ook off her hat and jacket and made |
herself generally at home. Then,
hrowing herself on the couch. she
irew an afghan over her. and was
iOon sound asleep.
Later, she awoke. How much later.
she did not know, but on going in to
ook at Mrs. Glenn's watch, she found
t was high noon.
Going to the parlor, Dorothy walked /
oward the piano, and then stood
stock-stiI Her big brown
yes grew bigger with amazement, her /
'heeks turned pale and then red and
/ shiver of fear was quickly followed
" grin Of amusement For on the
,iano stool lay mans hat.
1T couldn't have been there when 1
vas playing this morning. she
hought
She went to the hail and listened
igain. but there was only the same
ilence.
IT'S the queerest thing" her
houghts continued. as she still stood
staring at the hat on the piano stool:
the hat is there. and somebody must
lave put it there. It's just like when
robinson Crusoe discovered a foot