The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1907-11-22
Dorothy's
Dilemma.
By cEcILY ALLEN.
By cEclLY ALLEN.
Copyrighted, 1907, by P. G. E..tmen,

J Copyrighted, @W, by z. Q. Eastment.
"Have you a raincoat and a heavy
veil, DorothyY' inquired Mrs. Dalrym-
pie a%nxlously.
Eyes, mother" replied Dorothy me-
chemically without glancing up from
the time table from which she was
endeavoring to extract information re-
garding the trains to Oakdale.
"And plenty Of money!"
"Money-and my check book. Real
ly, mother, you'll be asking me next,
as you did in my old Sunday school
days, whether l have a clean handker-
chief" She tossed the time card aside
In despair.
'"Thegr is no such train as a 3:O6."
II just knew tt" walled Mrs. Dali
rymple III u melancholy sort Of tri-
take Carleton's message over the
phone. A telephone does rattle me So"
Dorothy crossed the % and patted
her mothers cheek reassuringly.
"There, there, mumsey. don't fret.
l am now at the age of discretion. If
you misunderstood Carleton's invita-
ton no great harm will be done. l
know my way home, but l am sure it
must have been for this afternoon, for
the golf tournament is on tomorrow,
and they said all along that they want
ed me to be sure to 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.
Il can't help feeling anxious about
this trip. dear" she murmured. 81 al
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
send my love to daddy when you
write"
Admitting eyes followed Dorothy's
slender. 1.-THE figure out to the waiting
hanson. The clear eyed, whole souled
western heiress was extremely popular
with the hotel staff.
Western brains, breeze and bullion,
but eastern breeding" the key clerk
remarked to the s~tenographer. And the
white faced s~tenographer sighed and
wondered how it would feel to have
her face kissed by prairie breezes and
her lot lightened by western made dol
lars.
Dorothy, all unconscious of the feel
1ngs Of envy and longing she had 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
gans. both golf enthusiasts, had ar
ranged to entertain a house party at
their Oakdale home during the golf
tournament. There were to be eight
congen1al souls under a roof tree ia
nous for grateful shadows. conducive
to matchmaking. To be sure, Dorothy
did not play golf. did not even under
stand the mysteries Of the game; but,
then, neither did Jimmy Morgan, broth
er of her host. Jimmy said one enthu-
siast in the family was enough. Some
body had to 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, a
heart, the heart Of Dorothy Dalrymple.
And for a time 1t had seemed as If no
c%ongenial house party with a tactful
hostess was essential to bring matters
to a climax.
Things were all coming his way when
the inevitable dam which will crop
up in the course Of true loves stream
turned and twisted his plans in such a
fashion that he sat at his desk one
morning reading owe and over Miss
Dorothy Dalrymple's chillingly polite
regrets to his invitation for a little din
ner and theater party. 1t mattered not
what evil spirit had whispered unjust
things in Dorothy's ear. Certain insin.
uations circulated among his friends
that Jimmy Morgan would have good
use of Papa Dalrymple's generous
bank account made that young man
stiffen under her curt note like a West
Pointer before the officer Of the day
He would ask no explanation, and she
offered none.
And here was the day Of the house
party which she had alternately dread.
ed and anticipated for one long week
Well, at least she would show Mr.. Nor
gan that q western girl did not wear
her heart on her sleeve.
"Oakda,r!' shouted the conductor
Just al she reached this laudable de
cision.
She stood on the platform amid the
bags which the porter had arranged a,
her feet. Various carriages and cars
ranged up beside the depot, but there
was no sign of a messenger from the
Carleton Morgans. Yet she had made