The Holly chieftain., 1914-09-18
HER GROWING GLORY
BY MARGARiTA WiLLOUGHsY
(Copyright }


riage to the Puritan could be nothing
but marriage of convenience-that
is. convenience as far as his wealth
was concerned, inconvenience when it
came to his piety.
Perhaps the trousseau was the
source of her beatitude, for Dorothea
is an artist In regard to clothes and
loves them with al artists fervor.
And an artists fervor was put into
that trOusseau,
In the midst OF these splendid prep
aration came Aunt Mans sickness.
and Dorothea was called South.
The Puritan chafed somewhat at the
sudden postponement.
During the months of Dorotheas s
absence ! knew very little of her, for
her letters were mere telegraphic no
tees Of Aunt Mans condition, but the
moment she stepped of the train on
her return ! noticed a change. 1t was
quite evident she had met some one"
else. and | knew indeed It was some
one"
You left Aunt Nan quite well?"
Quite" Oh, the frigid finality OF
that tone.
"The Puritan will be very happy to
see you again-he is out Of town Just
now"
Yes"
When we were cozily at tea that
evening, with a merry grate-fire and
the warmth of red roses from the Pur-
tan, Dorothea grew a little more talk
ative
"DorOthea, your seclusion and Aunt
Mans foibles have got on your nerves
You are not well,"4 said.
MOI am quite WE'LL think
must be tired. II you don't mind, I
will go up now and unpack. No.
don't need any help"
She rose listlessly and walked to
the stairs halfway up she paused
and leaned over the rail. No. I'm
not sick she said; I'm just bored"
Next morning she still wore her
tragic air.
At breakfast, Katie, the maid, en-.
tered the dining room precipitately
after answering a ring at the door
she held yellow envelope at arms
length and the tears were standing In
her eyes.
Il hope It's not SO bad, Miss Darthy.
DEAR" she said, thrusting It at Doro-
thea
Dorothea lazily tore open the en-
relope, read the message and sighed.
then handed It over to me
T., 4
And Katie went back to the kitchen,
quite comforted.
The message read:
Home tomorrow Shall have pleas
ure of escorting you to church
IF. Van Doort"
F. Van Doort. Of course, is "the
Puritan"
Dorothea did not show any signs OF
enthusiasm. and ! did not have the |
courage to make any remarks-so the |
meal drifted on. Once | looked up |
from my plate and found Dorothea |
looking out the window with the most
misch1evously amused expression | |
have ever seen any one wear Then
she arose. still with the smile In her
eyes and the little upturn at the cor
ners Of the lips, and said: Il am
going to town as soon as possible"
She went to town and came back
with few small packages, but said
nothing in regard to their contents.
The next morning knew.
1t was ten when the Puritan's trap
dashed up to the gate. From my open
doored den | heard Katie admit him,
heard Dorothca come downstairs. and
heard-a most unusual conversation.
She-Good morning, Frederic.
He-Good morning, my dear Doro.
thea: It is good to have you back
again.
She-Thank you-it seems years.
He-What have you done to your.
self, Dorothea? Your hair presents n
most unusual appearance
She-Oh. that! Do you like It? It's
the same old hair you've always seen,
I've done 1t bit different.
ly. that's all. It's Just pinned on
you know.
He-And Dorothea, Is 1t powder
on your nose? Really, Dorothea,
never imagined-I loathe powder.
Dorothea-it is Ike cheap finery, and
t Is such n palpable lie!
You are right. | had not thought
II It just so. Your wife must not
powder Der nose. But really have
%, you know, to make It match the
est Of my complexion Give your !
'owderless lady this with my best
wishes"