Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1914-05-15


''DoRAuR, DoRMIRI" THE WORDS TRAIL.
flashed around the stage made me
think of one OF those birds you come
across in the dark woods-tanager,
scarlet tanager, you know.
"But she seemed uneasy. Every once
In awhile she would glance up at the
third box. left hand. II happened to be
full Of women tonight. And always
after that her cheeks would grow
plnker. and her glorious eyes would
hash. Gee. whiz. man, II / had any
right, the merest thread of an oppor-
tunity, to claim acquaintance with Do
lores Lopez. I'd not miss it-no, .sIreeP'
Paurs thoughtful face broke into a
smile.
you idIotT" he cried. "Run along
home; you need rest"
"And," added Tom as he neared the
door. they say she was disappointed
tonight because she didn't receive o
certain basket OF flowers; seems ONT
Johnny sends her n basket OF jasmine
every night-everybody's on to IT.
and tonight It didn't come, and she
looked as mad as a hornet. even
though she smiled like an angel MS she
went or the stage. Wonder who the
Johnny was, Paul-wonder If he stayed
home, too. and tried to read Macaulay
upside down. The door slammed
behind the witty Mr.. Delaney just In
time for the volume OF Mncaulay to
miss his broad back. 1t fell gathering
to the polished floor as the telephone
bell rang sharply.
Paul picked up the receiver. slightly
curious as to who would be calling
him at this late hour. e
II was the voice Of a m~aidservant
asking II this was Mr.. Paul Galbraith's
apartment.
YES" replied Paul.
There was a little pause, a murmur
Of sound over the wire, the sound Of a
distantly closing door at that mys-
FERROUS other end, and then q voice
singing softly to him.
A rich contralto voice was singing the
lullaby with which a little Mexican
girl had hushed her cornhusk dollles
to sleep In the long agO-a song that
haunted him night and day now.
"Dormlr-Dormlr''- the words trail
ed softly through the simple song
until It ended In a low. rich. qulyering
note.
"Doloresg' whispered Paul, afraid to
break the zIagic spell OF the moment
ut Is yod. little friend Dolores lopez"
"Yes. Mr.. Galbraith. It is your little
friend. but. oh, such a grand lady
nOwT' she cried In almost childish tri-
umph. 81 told you l would make my
family name great-great-and you are
proud OF me. Mr. Galbraith, my
fiendT" There was n wistfulness in
her voice that set his heart TO beating.
II am proud Of you. Dolores" he
whispered. "You are wonderful. you
are talented. beautiful, but / see you
are the same Dolores Lopez. and ! love
you. Dolores. you understand"
"Oh. Mr.. Galbraithr' she sighed soft.
~, "It is really troe that you do
love meT'
1T is true" he said earnestly, "and
you. DoioresT'
There was a hesitating moment and
then her voice came to him quavering-
" sweet "It was always SO. my
friend. even when 1 was q poor. rag
god little girl. and swore that some
day ! would go TO your country and
6nd you; l would be so great that
you would be proud to know me,
But when the time really came l was
afraid. emo Well. Senior Paul. II !
must-I was afraid OF you-Of myself
and I denied your acquaintance. II
you can forgive me. All. come tomOr-
row morning. then-I care not for the
dancing as / do for my old friend.
Well-more. Impatient Paul. l will say
tomorrow"
So the stage lost its beautiful dancer.
Dolores Lopez, after mi short trIum-
plant season. and Paul Galbraith gain
ed a wife.