Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-07-21
Hilda' S Resunected
Angel

You look just like Hilda's angel.
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 directio Indicated by the child
and saw small stone lodge. Vines
whose leaves were beginning to color
early as they do in the mountains
clamteTed 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. Munled 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 mis- 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
gIrl?"
You look like him." said Dorothy.
or" r. 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 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. Mr.. McReynolds says
the name just suits her. He is the
man who writes hooks 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 | don't want to love any
moro"
Mother" called the child, suddenly
spying a graceful figure in the door.
way. some here! Isn't he like FIilda's
angelo"
Laughingly. Mrs. Fielding mp.
preached and assisted by the new
conner himself. Dorothy proceeded to
Introduce them.
'IIilda is the one passion of my
small daughters heart. so If you
would keep In her good graces. you
must ut least pretend to be devotee
at the shrine OF wisdom and beauty
on the mountain"
'YOu must meet our goddess. at any
rate. Mr.. Elliot 81 @ is n rare wo.
mGn. one in thousand. and that is
snyinF n great deal. considering that
] am woman. too. She Is giving
tea this afternoon at 4 I'll see that
you arr asked"
"C0mc on and go with me down the
mcuriain. Mr. E'Iiot." begged Dor
otry. 81 gather fresh flowers for
Hides angel every day"
The tea WAS Il great success All
| the hotel guests were there and the
hostess. in her soft gray gown. moved
| among rcr guests dispensing hospital
| itv With grace and charm that add
| Cd frcsh laurcls 10 her social brow
Wien the last guest had gone. Hilda
| FAT down In n great arm chair before
| tho blazing hickory logs There was
n familiar tap and then Dorothy open.
| ed tie door
i've brought company. Hilda."
doe NJ he look like your angel?
Here arc tho flowers for your picture.
We wont after Il ON early this after
noon but we got lost. really. truly
| lost IIil'a."
Tho mans hand mot hers In firm
warm clasp that scnt the blood to her
throat and brow Sro fclt that she
| could not speak; something was Chok-
| ing her
81 want to soc your angel. please.
| Dorothy says we are very much
| alike"
desk. took the flowers from the low
bowl and replaced them with Dor.
othy's fresh mountain blossoms
| "There Is n striking resemblance. ;"
she said smiling a little as she turned
| the picture so that he might $40 the
| face I'm the glow OF the fro.
"Hilda. can'it be true? Is II pos.
sible? And Trey say yon are writing
stories for children! For children.
! Hildn! ts II true?" Awakened love.
possible love. had set his blood anre.
ITS all true" she answered quietly
Put You left me because you said
you we're not q domestic woman. that
you didn't want home life and"
81 didn't know she Interposed
quickly. 81 wanted You TO be nm mr..
tist, to write poetry. to rave over pink
sunsets and lonely pine trees. 7 didn't
know. Oh. didn't know"
And who taught your"
Dorothy" she said broken. "'Tis
m old story Of little child leading
them"
He held out strong. inviting rrms