The Huttig news., 1912-08-24
Hilda' S Resurrected
Angel

Graham Elliot turned and looked in
the direction indicated by the child
and saw small stone lodge Vines
whose leaves were beginning to color
| early as they do in the mountains
clambered 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. Muffied 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
girl?"
You look like him." said Dorothy,
gravely Don't call me little girl.
I'm Dorothy Fairfax Fielding. We're
spending the summer here cause
mother has the hay fever"
We'll, 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 books and loves
Hilda"
Lets go see Hilda Maybe you'll
love her too"
mo, thank you, Dorothy | had a
good angel once and | loved her and
lost her SO l 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 a deyotee
at the shrine of wisdom and beauty
on the mountain"
You must meet our goddess. at any
rate, Mr.. Elliot. She is a rare wo-
saying great deal. considering that
l am a woman, too. She is giving a
tea this afternoon at A. I'll see that
you are asked
Come on and go with me down the
mountain Mr.. Elliot" begged Dor
othy II 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 grace and charm that add
ed fresh laurels to her social brow.
When the last guest had gone, Hilda
the blazing hickory logs. There was
a familiar tap and then Dorothy open
ed the door.
I've brought company. Hilda.
Doesn't he look like your angel?
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.
81 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 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 aflre.
Its all true" she answered quietly
"But you left me because you said
you were not domestic woman. that
YOU didn't want a home life and"
Il didn't know" she interposed
quickly. 81 wanted you to be an ar
list, to write poetry. to rave over pink
sunsets and lonely pine trees. | didn't
know. oh. didn't know"
And who taught you?"
Dorothy" she said broken. 'Tis
an old story of little child leading
them
He held out strong, inviting arms
and she walked straight into the shell
ter of them.