The Huttig news., 1911-03-04
Hilda s Resunected
 Angel

1Ou LOOK JuSI Ike f1llQd anger, but don't you tell her said so," warn 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 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 elambered 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 sharp whistle. Muffled as it 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 seei"
 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 Hildas angel, little girl?"
 You look like him." said Dorothy gravely Don't call me little girl Pm 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 a little bowl right before it all the time. He looks as if he's smiling at you over the flowers
 What is Hilda's other name?"
 Just Hilda. MT. 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"
 No, thank you. Dorothy. had a good angel once and I 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 angel?"
 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 at least pretend to be devotee on the mountain"
 'You must meet our goddess. at any rate, MT. Elliot She is rare wo- man, one in thousand. and that is saying great deal. considering that I am a woman. too. She is giving tea this afternoon at A. I'll see that you are asked"
 Come on and go with me down the mountain. MT. Elliot" begged Dor othy .1 gather fresh flowers for Hilda's angel every day"
 The tea was 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 great arm chair before the blazing hickory logs. There was a familiar tap and then Dorothy open ed the door.
 I've brought company. Hilda."
 
 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 firm warm clasp that sent the blood to her throat and brow. She felt that she could not speak: something was chok- ing her.
 q 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 it be true? Is it pos sible? And they say you are writing stories for children! For children. Hilda! Is it true?" Awakened love. possible love, had set his blood afire.
 .It's all true" she answered quietly
 But you left me because you said you were not a domestic woman that YOU didn't want home life and"
 q didn't know" she interposed quickly q wanted you to be an ar l tist. to write poetry to rave over pink sunsets and lonely pine trees. l didn't know. Oh. I didn't know"
 And who taught your"
 'Dorothy." she said broken. "'Tis an old story of little child leading l them"