Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1911-04-01
HiIda' S Resunected
Angel

CumDerianuh. cne lives over tonucr.
Graham Elliot turned and looked In
the direction indicated by the child
and saw a small stone lodge. Vines
whose leaves were beginning to color
early as they do In the mountains
clambered over the railing on the
porch. A collie sat upright on the top
step In the sunshine
Elliot put HIS hand over his mouth
and gave a sharp whistle. Mufied as
Il was, the collie heard and spring
erect barking. looking eagerly along
the road. The door of the lodge
opened and a woman appeared.
Hold me up quick SO Hilda can
see!"
Elliot picked the child up and held
her so that his own face was shielded.
she didn't even see me-" said tho
child wistfully as the lodge door
closed. "She never looked over here
And what is Hilda's angel. little
girl?"
you look like him." said Dorothy.
gravely. Don't call me little girl.
I'm Dorothy Fairfax Fielding. We're
spending the summer here cause
mother has the hay fever"
We'll, Dorothy Fairfax Fielding,
you haven't told me about the angel"
"You look an awful lot like him.
Hilda keeps his picture on her desk
with some flowers in a little bowl
right before 1t all the time. He looks
as II he's smiling at you over the
flowers"
What is Hilda's other manner"
"Just Hilda Mr.. McReynolds says
the name just suits her. He is the
man who writes books and loves
Hilda"
Lets go see Hilda. Maybe youIl
love her too"
mo, thank you. Dorothy. | had a
good angel once and | loved her and
lost her so l don't want to love any
more"
Mother" called the child, suddenly
spying a graceful figure in the door
way, some herei Isn't he like Hildas
angel?"
preached and assisted by the new
conner himself, Dorothy proceeded to
introduce them.
"Hilda is the one passion of my
small daughters heart, so IL you
would keep in her good graces. you
must at least pretend to be devotee
at the shrine of wisdom and beauty
on the mountain"
you must meet our goddess, at any
rate, Mr.. Elliot. She is a rare wo-
man, one in a thousand. and that Is
saying a great deal. considering that
l am a woman, too She is giving a
tea this afternoon at 4. III see that
you are asked"
Come on and go with me down the
mountain. Mr. Elliot" begged Dor
othy. 81 gather fresh flowers for
Hilda's angel every day"
The tea was a great success. All
the hotel guests were there and the
hostess, in her soft gray gown, moved
among her guests dispensing hospital
ity with a grace and charm that add
ed fresh laurels to her social brow.
When the last guest had gone, Hilda
sat down in a great arm chair before
the blazing hickory logs There was
a familiar tap and then Dorothy open
ed the door.
1--WE brought company, Hilda."
Doesn't he look like your angel!
Here are the flowers for your picture.
We went after them early this after
noon, but we got lost, really. truly
| lost, Hilda."
The mans hand met hers In a Arm
warm clasp that sent the blood to her
throat and brow. She felt that she
could not speak; something was chok-
ing her.
81 want to see your angel. please.
Dorothy says we are very much
alike"
silently she led him to the little
desk, took the flowers from the low
bowl and replaced them with Dor
othy's fresh mountain blossoms.
There Is a striking resemblance"
she said smiling little as she turned
the picture so that he might see the
face In the glow of the fire.
"Hilda. can 1t be true? Is II pos
sible2 And they say you are writing
stories for childrenl For children.
Hilda! Is It true?" Awakened love,
possible love. had set his blood afire.
Its all true" she answered quietly.
But you left me because you said
, you were not domestic woman. that
you didn't want home life and"
IT didn't know" she interposed
quickly. 81 wanted you to be an ar
list, TO write poetry, TO rave over pink
sunsets and lonely pine trees. didn't
know. oh. didn't know"
"And who taught you2"
Dorothy" she said broken. IT'S
an old story OF little child leading
them"
He held out strong. inviting arms
and she walked straight into the shell