The Carlisle independent., 1907-11-21


 i Winters was editor-in-chief of one of the large city papers, Clarence was re- l porter for another sister Mary was 1 schoolteacher, and sister Lucia wrote l for the magazines. AS for Mrs. Win 1 ters, she was president of the Brown l ing club, secretary of the Woman's 1 club, and an active member of vari- mention.
 1 It would seem rather strange that in family so steeped in the atmosphere of books and newspapers there should be one black sheep; although to call | Dorothy black sheep were certainly libel, for if there ever was white, sweet, dearly loved lamb in any flock, she could lay claim to that distinction. The term is only used to convey the 1 idea that she was different from the others. While they were all studious, thoughtful and serious in their tastes, she was the gayest, most careless and, so they all declared, the most frivolous little body in existence. Everyone l loved pretty Dolly She was so sweet natured, so generous, so full of vitality and sprightliness, that it was impossi- ble to do otherwise.
 It never happened that anyone ever questioned the domestic talents and inclinations of Dorothy. It had been settled when she was quite a small for little housewife. She could make the most delicious desserts and the most toothsome confectionery; she had such beautiful taste in arranging the dining-room table and kept the house so fresh and orderly that no one ever suspected that she abhorred the dishpan, hated to make beds, or was made faint and sick by the sight of raw meat when she went to market to select her fathers favorite cuts. Dolly never said anything about it. Naturally, no one could be supposed to know.
 Now, it frequently happens that the careers laid out for us by our friends are not always the ones we should select if left to ourselves. This was the 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 ex- tremely indifferent little stories which were destined to travel many weary miles between herself and various pub- fishers.
 Dorothy knew well enough that her writing was very poor, and soon ceased to hope to distinguish her self in this way. As matter of fact, she did not like to write at all, and only did so because she hated to be drone in this literary beehive. It was simply bore to her, and she spent much of her time making sketches on the margin of her paper, as Tommy Traddles did in David Cop perfeld; only instead of drawing skel- etons, she made curious brownies and grotesque animals that it certainly would have been no sin to worship, for they were like nothing on earth or in the waters beneath the earth. The family called them Dorothys queer cows"
 At last she despaired altogether, and when the rejected manuscripts had all come back she tumbled them in heap into drawer, which she never opened without very down-in- the mouth sort of feeling. It is to be feared that just the least little bit of a grain of bitterness was in Doro- fhxysc a,.t xuhn chn of ho 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 kept 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 it? The dear girl has a good many lonesome hours when we are all away or busy, even if she is so domestic. Looking after the house doesn't take all her time''
 Why of course" said MT. Winters. 'If there's anything in the world that l can do to give Dorothy pleasure I'm only too glad.'
 "Oh, certainly" said sister Lucia. Tt will give her something to think of, even if she doesn't accomplish much with it."
 And so Dorothy was entered in one of the classes of the Art Institute, and then the family, absorbed in it's own more important affairs, at once proceeded to forget all about it. No body ever thought to inquire about her work except MT. Winters, to whom it occurred once in awhile in vague fashion
 And how are the queer cows