Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-07-05
Hilda' S Resunected
Angel

new guest at st. Francis Hotel in the
Cumberlands. She lives over yonder."
Graham Elliot turned and ed in
the directio Indicated by the child
and saw small stone lodge. Vines
whose leaves were beginning to color
early as they do I'm 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
1t 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 the
child wistfully as the lodge door
closed. Sic never looked over here"
And ~hSt is Hilda's angel. little
yiri?"
You look like him." said Dorothy.
gre a.. Don't call me little girl.
I'm Dorothy Fairfax Fielding. We're
spending the summer here cause
mother has the hay fever"
well. 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 little bowl
right before 1t all the time. He looks
as If he's smiling at you over the
flowers"
What is Hilda's other name?"
Just IIilda. Mr.. McReynolds says
the name just suits her. He Is the
man who writes books and loves
Hilda"
Lets go see Hilda. Maybe you'll
love her too"
mo, thank you. Dorothy. ! had n
good angel once and | loved her and
lost her so I don't want to love any
more"
Mother" called the child. suddenly
spying a graceful figure in the door
way. some here, Isn't he like Hilda's
angelo"
Laughingly. Mrs. Fielding mp.
preached and assisted by the new
conner himself. Dorothy proceeded to
Introduce them
"Ililda Is the one passion OF my
small daughters heart. so II you
would keep in her good graces. you
must Mt least pretend to be a devotee
at the SHRINE Of wisdom and beauty
on the mountain
You must meet our Paddess. at any
rate. Mr. Elliot. 81 @ is Il rare wo-
man. one In Il thousand. and that is
saying Il great deal. considering that
! an women. too She is giving a
tea ills afternoon at I'll see that
you arc asked
"Come on and 90 with me down the
mountain NJ Elliot" begged Dor.
otry 81 r:tfCr frosN nowCrs for
IIilhg's angel every day"
The tea was n great success All
the hotel guests were there and the
hostess. in her soft Rra" gown. moved
anon" or grcSts dispensing hospital
itv with grace and charm that add.
ed rresh laurcls TO her social brow
When Tie last guest had gone. H'da
sat down In q great arm chair before
the blazing hickory logs. There was
n familiar tap and then Dorothy open.
ed the "Onr
'I'ye brought company, IIilda."
Doesn't he look like your angel?
Her" Hrr the flowers for your picture
We went aftcr Il en- early this aIter.
noon. bit we got lost. really. truly
lO'i INA"
TIE mans hand mot hers i'm firm
warm Haen that sent the blood TO her
throat and brow. She felt that she
could not speak: something was chok'
ing her
~ want to see your angel please
Dorothy says We are very much
alike"
Silently che led him to tire little
desk. took the flowers from the low
bouI and replaced them with Dor
othys fresh mountain blossoms.
'"There is striking resemblance. .
she said smiling n little as she turned
the picture so that he might see the
face In the glow OF the fire.
"Hilda. can II he true? Is II pos
sible? And they say you are writing
! stories for children! For children
IllIun. IL " True. A"HhPHpu rove
possible love. had set his blood anre
ITS all true" she answered quietly
PUT you left me because you said
| you we're not domestic woman that
you didn't want home life and"
! 81 didn't know" she lnterposed
| quickly. 81 wanted you to be an ar
! list. TO write poetry. 10 rave over pink
sunsets and lonely pine trees. didn't
know Oh. didn't know"
And who taught your"
! Dorothy" she said broken. TITS
nm old story OF n little child leadins
| them"
/ He held out strong. inviting arms
| and s;,c walked straight into the shell
/ ter OF them.
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