Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-07-13
Hilda' S Resunected
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 a 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. Mufled as
1t was. the collie heard and spring
erect barking. looking eagerly along
the road. The door of the lodge
opened and woman appeared
Hold me up quick so Hilda can
see."
Elliot picked the child up and held
her 50 that mis- own face was shielded.
She didn't even see me-" said the
child wistfully as the lodge door
closed. Size never looked over here"
And What is Hilda's angel. little
giri?"
You look like him." said Dorothy.
gre =. cont 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 IN awful lot like him.
Hilda keeps his picture on her desk
with some flowers in a little bowl
right before it all the time. He looks
as If he's smiling at you over the
flowers"
What is Ililda's other name?"
Just Hilda. MIR McReynolds says
the name just suits her He is the
nan who writes books and loves
TIilda
Lets go see TIilda Maybe you'll
love her too"
No. thank you DorC thy. had n
good angel once and | 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 Hilda's
angelo"
Laughingly. Mrs. Fielding ap-
preached and assisted by the new
conner himself Dorothy proceeded to
Introduce them
."liilda IL the one passion OF my
small daughters heart. so II you
would keep In her good graces. you
must Mt least pretend to be devotee
Mt the shrine OF wisdom and beauty
on the mountain"
You must meet our sOddess. Mt any
rate. Mr. Elliot. Sic is a rare wo.
m1n. one In thousand and that Is
saying u great deal. considering that
] I'm II wcman. too. She is giving
tea this afternoon ut 4 I'll see that
you are asked"
"Come on and 20 with me down the
mountain. Mr. Elliot" begged Dor
othy. 81 gather fresh flowers for
Hides 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 Ter guests dispensing hospital
ity with grace and charm that add
cd fresh laurcls TO her social brow
Wren tie last guest had gone. IIilda
sat down In great arm chair before
the blazing hickory logs There was
familiar tap and then Dorothy open.
ed tho Go0r
I've brought company. lIilda."
Doesn't he look like your angel?
Here ar" the flowers for your picture.
We went after II em early this after.
noon. bit we got lost really. truly
lost tTiI'a'
The mans hand met hers In firm
warm c'rep that sent the blood to her
throat rnd brow. She felt that she
could net speak: something was chok.
me Dor
Il want TO see your angel please
Dorothy says we are very much
alifc"
desk. took the flowers from the low
bowl nrd replaced them with Dor.
Cthy's fresh mountain blossoms.
"Thero is a striking resemblance"
she said smiling n little as she turned
the picture so that he might see the
face I'm the glow Of the fire.
"Hilda, can It be true? Is II pos.
siblc? And they say you are writing
stories for children! For children.
Hilda! Ia It true?" Awakened love.
possible love. had set his blood a1re.
ITS all true" she answered quietly.
"But 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 interposed
quickly. ~ wanted you to be nm mr..
tist. to write poetry. to rave over pink
sunsets and lonely pine trees I didn't
know. Oh I didn't know"
And who taught you?"
Dorothy" she said broken. "'Tis
nm old story OF little child leading
them"
He held out strong. inviting rrms
and she walked straight into .tre shell.
ter OF them.