The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1914-08-15
HER GROWING GLORY
BY MARGARITA WILLOUGHBY.
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DOrOthea was very happy IN inc
first weeks of her engagement, happy
in the serenely unconscious way or
the newly betrothed. l scarcely un-
derstoOd why in this case, for mar
riage to the Puritan could be nothing
but a marriage of convenience-that
is, convenience as far as his wealth
was concerned, inconvenience when II
came to his piety.
Perhaps the rousseau was the /
source of her beatitude, for Dorothea .
is an artist in regard to clothes and /
loves them with an artists fervor. /
And an artists fervor was put into |
that rousseau!
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 Dorothea's |
absence / knew very little of her, for
her letters were mere telegraphic no
tees of Aunt Mans condition, but the
moment she stepped off the train on
her return l noticed 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-fre and
the warmth of red roses from the Puri-
tan, Dorothea grew a little more talk
ative.
'Dorothea, your seclusion and Aunt
Mans foibless have got on your nerves.
You are not WELL" said.
Mo- 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 the dining room precipitately
after answering a ring at the door
she held a yellow envelope at arms
| length and the tears were standing in
! her eyes.
81 hope it's not so bad, Miss Darthy,
DEAR" she said, thrusting it at Doro-
thea.
Dorothea lazily tore open the en-
velope, read the message and sighed,
then handed it over to me.
mo one is dead, Katie" she said.
And Katie went back to the kitchen,
quite comforted
The message read:
Home tomorrow. Shall have pleas
ure of escorting you to church.
"F. Van Doort."
F. Van Doort, of course, is "the
Puritan
Dorothea did not show any signs of
enthusiasm, and l 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
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: II 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 I knew.
1t was ten when the Puritan's trap
dashed up to the gate. From my open
doored den I heard Katie admit him,
heard Dorothea come downstairs, and
heard-a most unusual conversation.
She-Good morning, Frederic
He-Good morning, my dear Doro-
thea; 1t 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 a
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 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 like cheap finery, and
it is such palpable liei
you are right. I had not thought
of it just so. Your wife must not
J 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! / did not
r mean
s Take it,
I felt sure he took it, because you
! have to do what Dorothea tells you.
you will always be glad of your
| hOI1t my nose che addad