The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1914-08-21

quito evident she had met. some one"
else, end / knew indeed it was some
ono"
you left Aurl Nan quite weIl?"
"Crite." Oh, the frigid faaiity OF
thGt tone!
'The Puritan will be very Happy to
see YOU egain--he IS out of town just
now"
"Yes?'
When we we're cozily at tea that
evening, with a merry grate-fire and
the warmth Of red roses from the Puri-
tan, Do-othea grew little more talk
ative.
"Dorothca, your saclusion and Aunt
Mans foibles lave sct Gu your nerves.
You are not we'll" said.
Mol am quite WE'LL think
must be tired. If you don't mind,
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. mo, 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 tho Giring room precipitately
after answering ring at the door
she held yellow envelope at arms
length and the tears were standing in
her eyes.
81 hope It's not so bad, Miss Darthy,
doar." she said. thrusting it at Doro-
thea
DorotheG lazily tore open the en-
velope, read the message and sighed.
then handed it over to me.
mo one ia dead, Katie she said.
And Katie went back to the kitchen.
| Csuito comforted.
The message read:
"1fome tomorrow. Shall have pleas
ure of escorting you TO church.
II. Van Doort."
T. 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 l looked up
from my plate and found Dorothea
looking cut the window with the most
mischievously 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 a few small packages, but said
nothing in regard to their contents.
The next morning knew.
It was ten when the Puritan's trap
dashed up to the gate. From my open
doorad den ! heard Katie admit him,
heard Dorothea come downstairs, and
heard-a most unusual conyersztion-
She--Good morning, Frederic.
He-Good moning. 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
most unusual appearance.
She-Oh, that Do you like It? It's
the same old hair you've always seen,
only-only I've done it a bit different
ly, that's all. It's just pinned on
you know
He-And Dorothea! Is it powder
on your nose? Really. Dorothea, l
never imagined-I loathe powder,
Dorothea-it is like cheap finery, and
it is such a palPable lie!
"You are right. | had-nOt thought
of 1t just so. Your wife must not
powder her nose But really have
to- you know, to make it match the
rest of my complexion. Give your
powderless lady this with my best
wishes"
'Dorothea! Your ring! I did not
mean"
Take it,"
l felt sure lie took it, because you
have to do what Dorothea tells you.
You will always be glad of your
discovery-about my nose" she added
The Puritan got away somehow
, after remarks which were quite inco
herent. but heard Dorotrea say
"Good-by!" in very cheerful and
friendly voice.
In few minutes | went into the
! hall, where l found her standing IL
front of the grate-hre, smiling medita
lively as one by one she unpinneC
little lunches OF curls, undulatinl
"puffs," and fat braid, and dropped
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