Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-07-15
Hilda' S Resunected
Angel

ed tho child as Size scrutinZed the
new guest At st. Francis Hotel in the
Cumberlands. She lives over yonGer."
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 In the mountains
c'amEered 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 Munied as
IT 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 so that his own face was shielded.
She didn't even see me-" said the
child wistfully as the lodge door
closed. She never looked over here"
And what is Hilda's angel. little
rirl?"
You look like him." said Dorothy.
era . 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 an awful lot like him
lillda keeps his picture on her desk
with some flowers in a little bowl
right before 1t all the time He looks
ms If he's smiling at you over the
flowers"
What Is midas other name?"
Just iiilda. Mr.. McReynolds says
the name just suits her lie Is the
man who writes books and loves
ITilda -
Let's go see TIilda Maybe you'll
love her too"
No. thank you. Dorothy. | had n
good angel once and loved her and
lost her so don't want to love any
more"
Mother" called tho child. suddenly
spying a graceful figure in the door.
way. some here! Isn't he like Hilda's
angelo"
Laughingly. Mrs. Fielding ap.
preached and assisted by the now.
conner himself. Dorothy proceeded to
Introduce them.
"liilda is the one passion OF my
small daughters heart. so If you
would keep In her good graccs. you
must at least pretend TO be devotee
at tho shrine of wisdom and beauty
on the mountain"
You must meet our goddess. at any
rate Mr. Elliot. Sic Is rare wo.
w"U. one in u thousand. ana that Is
saying a great deal. considering that
tea this afternoon at 4 III sec that
yOu. are asked"
''tOmC on End 20 with me down the
mountain. ~ Eiict" begged Dor.
othy II gather fresh flowers for
IIild y angel every day"
Tho tea was Il great success All
the hctd gm"sts We're there and the
hostess. in her soft gray gown moved
among or guests iisrcnSing hospital.
iiv with n grace AMI charm that I'D.
cd frcs! laurcis to her social brow.
When to last guest hid gone. Hilda
sat down I'm great arm chair before
the BLAZING hickory logs There was
familiar tap and then Dorothy opcn.
cd tho (OOr
''Ivc brought cOmHany. Iiilda."
"noCsn't he look Ike your angel?
HCr'aar" the ilOwCrs for your picture
We w,rt after tlCm early this after.
noon. bit We got Loot really. truly
lost una"
~ 10 L.,
warm c'l"u that sent the blood to her
threat gud brow 81" felt that che
cou'd MT srcnk: eomc,hirg WI chok.
.ng rcr
II want to sce your angel please
Dorothy says W" ar. very much
allie"
S""nly she led him to- TIC lif'lc
bowl ard replaced them With Dor.
othy's frcsh mountain blossoms
There is striking resemblance"
she said smiling q little az eho turned
the picture so that he might 500 tho
face in the glow Of the fire
"Hilda. can II he true? Is II nos.
siblc? And they say you aro writing
stories for children! For children.
Hilda, Is It truc?" Awakened love.
possible 'ovc. had SGT his blood anre
ITS all tire" she answered quietly.
"Brt you LETT me because you said
you wc"o not ~ domestic woman that
you didn't want home life and"
81 diint know" she intnrpoeed
quickly II wanted you to bo an ar.
list. 10 write poetry. to rave over pink
sunsets end lonely nine trees I didn't
know Oh. didn't know"
And who taught you?"
"Dorcihy." she said broken TITS
nm cd story Of little child leading
them"
He teld out strong inviting rrms
md SIC walled straight into tie shell.
ter OF them