The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-09-19
ACCORDING TO SAINT MARK.

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your namesake." Mrs. McLane's tone
was slightly aggrieved, and there was
not quite as pleasant an expression
as usual upon her comely face.
81 am sure I do not mean to be.
This voice was as quiet as the other
had l praised her more. it would have
been too much for even a mother to
swallow"
"Oh! know you said she was
weil-grown and well-mannered and
good-looking, far beyond what you
had expected in two years, and yet
underneath all there was a but
and that but does away with all
your commentator"
What keen ears you mothers
have. l was hardly conscious Of that
but"
1T was there all the same, in ital-
les If not in capitals. Now do tell me
what you mean"
My dear girl" said Miss Egerton,
remember | have only been at home
a week, and after leaving Dorothy
child, / feel the necessity of renew
ing my acquaintance with a young
woman of fifteen, who almost looks
over my head"
But you are not answering my
question:" persisted Mrs. McLane. Il
hope you did not learn evasion in
Germany"
Il hope not, indeed" and with a
slightly quizzical smile, Miss Egerton
bent lower over her embroidery.
You think her disobedient?"
Mrs. McLane walked to the window
and laid one hand upon her sisters
shoulder
Miss Egerton did not reply, but her
own hand clasped her sisters.
Il don't think she means to be"
Mrs. McLane continued. And, after
the end"
There is perhaps where my but
came in" Miss Egerton said slowly.
she needs to learn obedience ac-
cording to Saint Mark"
What do you mean? You are so
mysterious!"
Il will explain the mystery to Dor
othy some day"
''She is quite as good IN that re-
spect as the rest of the girls" Mrs.
McLane had assumed the defensive.
But when one loves a child as we
do Dorothy" the quiet voice replied,
1--WE want her to be better than the
rest of the girls
Down below in the street, a tall
girl looked up from a group of her
companions, and waved a greeting to
the two in the window In a short
time her swift step was heard on the
stairs, and Dorothy came quickly into
the room. Pretty Dorothy. with roses
in her cheeks. brown eyes dancing
with health and merriment and sun
ny hair tossed this way and that by
the boisterous wind! She gave each
an impetuous, breathless hug, talk
ing rapidly in spite of gasps ooh,
Aunt Dolly. it is good to know you
are here! was thinking about it all
day. And it eases my conscience
too" with laugh. eff knew moth
er was alone, I would not like to
leave her, as l am going to now, and
run off and spend the afternoon with
Rnna Clare"
SIS not that rather a poor way to
show your pleasure at my being
here?"
LAS if you two would miss me
when you have those years to talb
over and catch up with! So I'll say
good-by to you, and leave you to dis
cuss German housekeeping"
But, Dorothy, do not forget your
hour for music" said her mother, .
little anxiously. "You should be a
the piano now, and your father tolt
you to prepare some manuscript 70
him"
$50 he did," Dorothy answered
lightly, land I will do it when
come home" And away she went
without giving her mother time 70
expostulation.
81 am afraid her father will be sc
riously offended IL Dorothy neglect
this paper. The last time he cam
as near giving her scolding as job
ever can. She does the typewritin
so accurately, she Is Of the creates
service to him when she is prompt.
Mrs. McLane gave little sigh, an
her sister felt tempted to echo 1t, bu
wisely repressed the inclination, an
gave herself once more to her en-
broidery.
The next afternoon, as Miss Eyer
ton sat in the twilight by the ope
fire, the door opened, and Doroth
came bouncing into the room wit
her usual impetuosity.
Aunt Dolly" she said. chow mic
to End you alone! Mamma has
fock OF visitors downstairs. and