The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-10-19
THE EVENING STORY
DorOthy's Dilemma.
by Cecily Allen.l


Have you a raincoat and a heavy
veil, Dorothy?'' inquired Mrs. Dalrymple
anxiously.
Yes, mother replied Dorothy me-
the time table from which she was
deavoring to extract information re-
garding the trains in Oakdale.
"And plenty of money!"
"Money-and my check book! Really,
mother, you'll be asking me next, as
! you did in my old Sunday school days,
whether I have a clean handkerchief"
She tossed the time card aside in de-
spair.
There is no such train as a 3:o6."
81 just knew it, walled Mrs. Dali
! rymple in a melchonly sort of tri-
umph. Il never should have tried to
take Carleton'S message over the phone.
A telephone does rattle me So"
Dorothy crossed the room and patted
her mothers check reassuringfy.
There, there, Mumsey, don't fret.
am now at the age of discretion. If you
misunderstood Carletons invitation, no
great harm will be done. L know my
way home, but am sure 1T must have
been for this afternoon, for the golf
tournament is on tomorrow. and they
said all along that they wanted me to
be sure and see it,
The house telephone announced that
Miss Dalrymple's hanson was at the
door. And down to the hanson fitted
Dorothy, her mother attending her to
the very door of the elevator.
II can't help feeling anxious about
this trip, dear" she murmured. Il a.
ways do get things twisted over the
telephone"
Dorothy handed her bag to the obse-
quious colored boy and gave her moth
er a farewell peck of a kiss.
''Mumsey, if you don't stop worrying
about me, we will both have nervous
prostration. Remember, I've been in
New York now three months and have
cut my wisdom teeth. Goodby, and
I no. Ixyr
! Adnliring eyes followed Dorothy's
slender, 1.-THE figure out to the waiting
hanson. The clear-eyed. whole-sou!ed
western heiress was extremely popular
with the hotel staff.
Western brains, breeze and bullion,
but eastern breeding" the key clerk re-
marked to the stenographer. And the
white-faced stenographer sighed and
wondered how it would feel to have her
| face kissed by prairie breezes and her
lot lightened by western-made dollars
| Dorothy, all unconscious of the feel
| ings of envy and longing sne mad ex-
cited in another's breast, leaned back
in the hanson and thought how differ
emily this trip had been planned only a
| few weeks before. The Carleton Nor
CANS both golf enthusiasts, had arrang-
| ed to entertain a house party at their
| Oakdale home during the golf tourna-
ment There were TO be eight congenlal
souls under a roof tree famous lot
grateful shadows, conducive to matcn
|
| play golf did not even understand the
mysteries of the game, but, then, ne1th-
| er did Jimmy Morgan, brother OF her
host. Jimmy said one enthusiast in the
family was enough. Somepooy naa ~
stay sane and play more important
games. At the time he spoke, the game
| uppermost in his mind was the world
old game of winning hearts, or more
properly speaking, heart, the heart OF
| Dorothy Dalrymple. And for time 1t
/ had seemed as If no congenial house
party with a tactful hostess was essen
| tial to bring matters to climax
| Things were all coming his way,when
the inevitable dam which will crop up
| in the course of true loves stream turn
| ed and twisted his plans in such a
fashion that he sat at his desk one
morning reading over and over MISS MISS
| Dorothy Dalrymple's chillingly pollte
regrets to his invitation for little d1n-
ner and theater party. 1t mattered not
| what evil spirit had whispered UNJUST
| things in Dorothy's ear, certaih llsiIu.
| atoms circulated among his friends that
Jimmy Morgan would have good use or
Papa Dalrymple's generous bank ac-
count made that young man st1Ten UNI
der her curt note like a West Pointer
| before the officer of the day He Woulo
| a sI1 no exclamation and she offered none.
| And here was the day Of the house
PARTY, which she had alternately oread-
I ed and anticipated for one long week.
| We'll. at least size would show Mr.. Nor
| gan that a western girl did not wear
her heart on her sleeve.
"Oakdale," shouted the conductor,
lust as she reached this laudable oecls-
| ion.
! She stood on the platform, amid the
Phars which the porter had arranged at
her feet. various carriages ana cars
ranged up beside the depot, out tnere
| was no sign of a messenger from the
| carleton Morgans Yet she had made
| fine GIG train the nearest hour TO the
one named by her mother, S:Oo.
| One by one the carriages, traps anu
cars filled with residents or guests.
Wora than one curious glance was aim
ed at the tall well-clad figure OF tne
| puzzled girl, and then, as the last PR,
waite vehicle rolled away. she su.n III nara
| a small boy and had her baggage car
ried to the village hack 800,
| "Out to Morgan's? One dollar eacn
way" said the Willy Jenu' +6 6ar9 fact that
a SUSPICIOUS number of bags, leaving
Oakdale by the 1924 train tnae very iiio- -
And in his ancient vehicle did Dorothy
ietnn Morgans. there to be met by an
outwardly placid but inwardly perturoeo
No. Mr.. and Mrs. Morgan were not at
home. They had gone to .i So1 Mns Rorn
no no message. No, the OakdaIe golf tour,
eney was not until Nh. the Mems nea maid Was
| to southampton. Would Miss DairympIIee
: stop long enough for a cup OF tea! II
| was raw day
| with the. last statement Miss Dalrym-
pie agreed but she did not care for tea.
| She wanted to get back to town. not TO
/ tell her mother what she thought or per
/ sons who got telephone messages tangled
| up, but-well, just to forget this douple
disappointment. Of course. there was
| enough to see and do in New York, but
she never had seen a golf tournameni,
| and It was embarrassing to face this
lcalm-mannered butler in the role OF