The Red Cloud chief., 1912-06-06

that you do not like the letters. I in.
tend to win you II can. I must have
some way to make you care for the.
Let me correspond with you regular.
| ly and I will stop the other letters"
She made no reply. and as the let
: ters continued TO come she put them
away unopened.
One rainy day In clearing out her
desk she took up the fast accommodating
pile Of them. Curiosity to see In what
language II was written made her
open the top one. She concluded II
must be Chinese from the characters,
and burst out laughing at the absurd
ity Of II all.
Amusement at thing IL only an
other form Of interest for Il: so she
began each day to open the letters as
they came. II was fun to try to trace
out what language they were In. She
began haunting libraries and hunting
obscure tongues. many Of which baf.
! fed her completely.
But she always knew what the
words meant. even n she did not know
the language. and the letters began to
interest her.
She knew that Ellerton Fuller was
across the continent. and yet twice
each day came a message Of his love
and loyalty to her.
A man who could be so faithful de.
served to be loved, and she began to
worry because she could not love him.
This led to her thinking Of him more
and more. At last not an hour OF the
day passed without something sug.
gesting him to her thoughts. and her
life seemed full Of him, of his letters.
and Of his flowers.
One morning there was no letter.
She looked again and again through
her mail with the same result. Think
ing that perhaps the maid had been
mistaken. she searched through all
the other letters on the table. Moth
ing!
Perhaps II had been delayed and
would come by the next post; but she
was restless and broke an engagement
to stay at home all the morning and
listen for the postman's whistle.
When the afternoon brought neither
letter nor violets. she was filed with
anxiety. She forced herself to &c
through dinner. but told her mother
that she would not go to the opera, az
she had a severe headache.
Your cheeks are unusually red. my
dear" said her mother. you must
have taken cold. for you are feverish.
You had better take hot lemonade
and 90 to sleep early"
II could not sleep. will lie down
and read In the library"
About half past nine the bell rang
and the maid brought up card
II told him you were III, ma'am, and
might not be able to see him. she
said.
Dorothy glanced at the card. II was
familiar enough. "Mr. Ellerton Fuller"
The blood rushed over her face.
Say that ! will be down at once
She held on to the banister for sup
port. and slowly stepped from stair to
stair. for she trembled SO that she
feared she would fall.
Good evening"" she said. putting
out hand which shook in spite OF hei
efforts for self control
Ellerton Fuller took her hand IN
both Of his and looked her over eager.
ly. studying each feature again and
again.
II have been counting the very min
utes until this hour for the last six
months. Have ! won or lost in my
struggle to make you love me? My
love for you has grown from day to
day. until It did not seem as II could
wait to get across the continent. Dor
othy. tell me. do you. can you love
me as ! do you?"
The girl did not answer nor look up.
but something In her downcast face
and trembling figure told him the
truth. and as with reverent hands he
lifted her face for his kiss. he said.
Thank God for the many ways OF
saying ! love you"