Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-07-17
WITH THE LATEST
IMPROVEMENT,
And a Pair of Loving Hearts to
Enjoy / All.
BY NELLIE 3. RANSOM.
Copyrisht. 1909. by Associated Literary
Press.l

Dorothy Allen sat on the broad,
white pillared porch watching the
road that wound between the trees to
HE village. She had watched the
road a great deal during the last few
days, at first with happy anticipation,
but now with helpless longing.
It was bad enough in the daytime
but it was worse when it grew too
dark to see who was coming along the
road, for then the footsteps grew
louder and louder until she was GER
tain that they were going to turn to-
ward the white pillared porch, only to
die away again, leaving her sick with
fresh disappointment
On the previous Sunday evening the
vague. beautiful something which had
.enveloped the whole summer making
1t different from any other summer Of
iDorothy's life, had suddenly taken
Hefnite form. A look, touch, word
or two, and she had found herself
without doubt that John Porter low
ed her and that she loved him, but he
had gone away without any open dec
Iaration, and, though Dorothy had
watched the road till her eyes ached,
he had not returned.
Il might have known it," she said to
herself disconsolately. "He is too
proud and Independent to ask the
daughter of a rich man to marry him.
Now that his work on the new electric
road is finished he will go away and
I shall never see him again"
Dorothys neighbor, twelve-year-old
Gladys, came skipping across the lawn,
n very perky pink bow topping her
yellow tresses. She perched herself on
4he broad arm Of Dorothys chair.
1--WE been reading such a lovely
story" she exclaimed.
"What was it about?" queried Doro-
thy, with languid interest.
"Oh, it was about brave knight In
shining armor," said Gladys, land he
loved a fair and noble lady who loved
him in return. But she had gold and
Jewels and all that sort of thing you
know, and he hadn't a thing but his
charger and his good sword, and so b
SOHu never never ASK ueI W marry
him."
"Wel," asked Dorothy as Gladys
paused for breath, what happened
them"
"Oh," replied Gladys, there was
nothing for the knight to do but to.
ride away to the wars, and the prin-
cess just sat in her tower and pinned
and pined till at last she died Oh, it was
perfectly lovely-so sad ard sweetw
1T seems to me-" said Dorothy, al
most GROSSLY, chat it would have been
much more sensible for the knight to
stay and marry the lady instead Of
leaving her to pine and die
why" cried Gladys in disgust, that
would have spoiled the whole story"
She jumped from her perch and was
dancing down the steps, but turned to
call back:
"Oh, say, that Mr.. Porter has gone
away, hasn't he2 1 saw him at the
station Monday with a suit case in his
hand Aren't his eyes just too hand
some for anything? I'm sorry he has
left aren't your
Then, having unwittingly destroyed
Dorothy's last vestige of hope, Gladys
cheerfully departed.
A gray haired man with a keen but
kindly face came and stood in the door
way behind Dorothy, noting with an
anxious look her dropping figure. He
moved uneasily once or twice and then
came out to where she was sitting,
"YOu ought to be playing golf this
fine weather" lie suggested.
"Im rather tired of golf, father" re
piled Dorothy.
Mr.. Allen took a turn up and down
the porch.
HAS that young Porter left? /
haven't seen him for several days" he
asked, with a carefully careless air.
II really don't know. Probably he
has" replied the girl sitting very
straight and assuming an air even
more carefully careless than that of
her father.
Mr.. Allen after a few more turns
and anxious sidelong glances betook
himself again to the house, Since the
death of Dorothy's mother ten years
before the bond of sympathy and I'M
derstanding between him and his only
child had grown unusually strong, but
here was a situation which he felt in
nOwise competent to handle.
Left to herself, Dorothy's sprightly
Indifference suddenly vanished. Her
hands fell listlessly into her lap, and
she leaned her head YEARLY against
the back of her chair. SO he had gone
without even coming to say goodbyl
Well, there was no use watching the
road any longer.
'Tts just like Gladys story" she
sighed. "The knight has gone to fight
his battles, leaving the poor princess
fl the castle to pine alone, only, being
a twentieth century princess instead OF
a medieval one, I'm afraid / can't die
Of loVa Girls mayor do nOW0dqVg