Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-07-14
Hilda's Resurrected
Angel


ed the child as She scrutinized the
new guest at st. Francis Hotel In the
Cumberlands. She lives over yonder."
Graham Elliot turned and looked 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. collie sat upright on the top
step in the sunshine
Elliot put his hand over his mouth
and gave 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 wisttully as the lodge door
closed. She never looked over here"
And What is Filda's angel. little
girl?"
You look like him." said Dorothy.
era - "Non'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 I'm n little bowl
right before it all the time. lie looks
ms If he's smiling at you over the
flowers"
What Is IIilda's other name?"
Just lillda. Mr.. McReynolds says
the name just suits her. lie is the
man who writes books and loves
IIilda"
Lets go see Hilda Maybe you'll
love her too"
No. thank you. Dorothy. | had n
good angel once and I loved her and
lost her so ! don't want to love any
more"
Mother" called the child, suddenly
spying graceful figure in the door.
way. some here! Isn't he like HIldas
angelo"
= Laughingly. Mrs. Fielding ap.
preached and assisted by the new.
conner himself. Dorothy proceeded to
introduce them.
"Hilda Is the one passion Of my
small daughters heart. so If you
would keep in her good graces. you
must Mt least pretend to be n dcvotee
ut the shrine of wisdom and beauty
on the mountain"
"Nou must meet our goddess. at any
rate. Mr. Elliot. SIZE is rare wo-
'''....' 49, a. 'ro"cnud md that is
saying great deal. considering that
am woman. too. She is giving n
tea this AFTERNOON at 4. I'll see that
you are asked"
Come on and 90 with me down the
mountain. Mr. Ellint." begged Dor
othy. 81 gather fresh flowers for
IIilda's angel every day"
The tea was n great success All
the hotel guests wer" there and the
hostess. in hcr soft rr"v gown. moved
ity with grace and charm that add.
ed fresh laureis To her social brow
When the last guest h7d gone. IlildR
sat down In great arm chair before
the blazing hickory logs. There was
familiar tap and then Dorothy open.
cd the door
"Tvp brought CCmuany. IIilda."
Doesn't he look like your angel?
Hero are tho flowers for your picture
We went after item early this after.
noon b't we got lost, really. truly
lost Iiil'a.'
The mans hand mrt hers in firm
warm clr"p that sent tho blood to her
throat a1d brow SIZE felt that she
could nos srcak: something was chok.
ing rcr
81 want to SOC your angel. please
Dorothy SAYS We are very much
alike"
Silently she led him to tic little
desk took the flowers from the low
bowl ard replaced them with Dor.
othv's fresh mountain blossoms.
There Is n striking resemblance. %
she said smiling n little as che turned
the picture so that he might see tho
face I'm the glow Of the fire.
"Hilda. can It he true? Il II nos.
siblc? And trey say you arc writing
stories for children! For children.
IIlda, Is II true?" Awakened love
possible love. had set his blood anre
ITS all true" she answered quietly
But YOU left me because you said
you were not domestic woman. that
yon didn't want home life and"
~ didn't know" she intcrposed
quickly. 81 wanted you to bo nm ar.
fist. to write poetry. to rave over pink
sunsets and lonely pine trees didn't
know. OIL didn't know"
And who taught you?"
Dorothy" she said broken "'Tis
nm old story Of little child leading
them"
lie held out strong. inviting rrms
and she walked straight into the shell
ter OF them