The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1910-08-05
| TIE Man SHE LOVED |
By EFFE ADELAIDE ROWLANDS

human creatures; she lived In a world
lpeopled by her own poetical imagina-
ton, and no such character as Dor
othy's had place there. She pinned
her apron over the cotton frock and
stood with brush In hand before her
picture. A knight in armor was bend!
ing over his gayly caparisoned steedI
to kiss a maiden, whose fair, white
arms chung to him like the tendrilsil
of a delicate plant. The face of thd
pictured girl was like Dorothy's in,
shane and color. but there was a
depth, a sweetness in it rnau was
wanting in the living woman alto
| gether.
Suddenly, as Enid sat lost in the
! dreamy pleasure her work always.
| brought, the door of her room opened
abruptly and some one entered.
Paugh! What a smell! Good
heavens! Enid. what are you dping?"
And Dorothy. still in her riding habit,
with her golden locks breaking loose
and straying from under her velvet
cap, sauntered up to the canvas.
II am painting" said Enid hur-
riedly and with her heart beating
| nervously. Her cousin had never
deigned to put her foot inside her
shabby domain before. and. reused SO
roughly from her dreams, she was IN
at ease.
"Paintingi' echoed Dorothy Kneb-l
well, with a light, sneering laugh.
| We'll, and what do you daub, Ell?
Let me look!"
| She put her gauntleted hand on
Ends shoulder and pushed the girl
aside. She stood for an instant quite
silent, then turned to the artist, who
stood with downcast face. her cheeks
! just tinged with red.
.Who taught your" she asked, alb
ruptly and sharply.
Mother. was Ends answer.
Dorothy Knebwell frowned. She
hated any one to do anything better
| than herself; and though her father
| had spent hundreds of pounds on her
education, she could not have ap--
| preached this painting in the very
smallest degree; then her face
cleared, her vanity was touched.
"This is intended for me, I sup
| pose?" she continued, pointing to the
girl.
Enid nodded her head and Dorothy
examined the picture again.
You shall take proper portrait;
I will give you sitting. / don't
shipper like this creature does, she
observed, with patronizing air.
Enid, without word, went to the
corner and took from thence four or
ave small pictures, turning them so
that her cousin might gaze upon the
presentment of her own SELF
@All met" Dorothy said, lifting her
brows in surprise. Really. 1 am
quite fiattered. Tell me, you funny
little Cinderella, why do you choose
me?"
! Because you are beautiful" Enid
! answered, quietly and gravely.
~ This was the reply Dorothy ex-
/ pected, and, accustomed as she was to
fiattery and adulation of all kinds, it
gratified her. nevertheless, for she
felt it was sincere. She bent and just
laughingly touched Ends cheek with
/ her lips as she said, Thank you,
! dear cousin" little needing that this
| negligent caress sent flood of heav-
4 emily delight through the veins of the
| girl who had hungered for some affec-
ton and sympathy all this long,
i weary year. Enid made no effort to
return the kiss; but Dorothy knew
4 that she had captured her cousin as
effectually as though she had flung
strong ropes round her and bound
her.
The silly little fool will do an 1
want, she unused, as she sat on the
foot of the tiny bed. $50 much the
better. shall want her very soon. !"
Enid, her heart still thrilling, put
back the picture silently; then in a
low voice she asked
| do you need anything, Cousin
Dorothy?"
i Do you think should come up
! all this way for nothing?" Dorothy
answered, shortly.
4 She vas silent for awhile, while
Enid stood waiting. This cold, sharp
reply acted as a shock on her sensi-
tive nature; ana sent der back to her
usual timid, nervous condition.
Dorothy sat lost in thought for
awhile and apparently her thoughts
were varied anu complex, Judging
from the expression that fitted across
her face.
: What gowns have you got?r she
asked, suddenly.
My best and the"
Show them to me- commanded
Dorothy, imperiously.
| Enid obediently produced her poo,
wardrobe from the shelter of her
shabby box. and her cousin tossed
them aside.
Is that all? Papa ought to bs
ashamed OF himself to let the whole