The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1914-11-05


ED SOFTLY THROUGH THE SIMPLE Song
flashed around the stage made me
think of one of those birds you cone
across in the dark woodS-tanagpr
scarlet tanager you know
But she seemed uneasy Every once
in awhile she would glance up at the
third box, left hand. 1t happened to be
full of women tonight. And always
after { 1T her cheeks would grow
pinker. and her glorious eyes would
fash Gee. whiz. man. if | had any
right. the merest thread of an oppor
tunity. to claim acquaintance with DO
lores Lopez. I'd not miss it-no. Stree
Paufs thoughtful face broke into Il
smile
You idiot" 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 Il
certain basket of flowers; seems some
Johnny sends her a basket of jasmine
every night everybOdy's on to it
and tonight it didn't come. and she
looked as mad as a hornet. ever
though she smiled like an angel as she
went off the stage. Wonder who the
johnny was, Paul wonder if he STAYED
home. too. aud tried to read MacaulaE
upside down The door slammed
behind the witty Mr.. Delaney just Ia
time for the volume of Macaulay t.
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
1t was the voice of a maiGServant
asking if this was Mr.. Paul Galbraith'e
apartment.
Yes" replied Paul
There was little pause, a murmur
of sound over the wire the sound of II
distantly closing door at that mys
FERROUS other end. and then voice
singing softly to him.
A rich contralto voice was singing the
lullaby with which a little Mexican
girl had hushed her cornhusk dollie>
to sleep in the long ago-a song thar
haunted him night and day now.
'Dormir-Dormir" the words trail
ed softly through the simple song
until it ended in IA low, rich. quiverine
note.
Dolores" whispered Paul, afraid to
break the magic spell of the moment
1T is you. little friend Dolores Lopez
'sYaS Mr Enlhraitb + ic v-C,,r I;,tl,.
friend, but. oh. such a grand lady
now she cried in almost childish tn
umph. Il told you | would make Iny
family name great-great-and you are
proud of me. Mr.. Galbraith. my
friend?' There was Il wistfulness in
her voice that set his heart to beating
Il 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 understands"
"Oh, Mr.. Galbraithr" she sighed soft
ly. 1T is really true that you do
love me-"
1T is true" he said earnestly, land
you, DoloreS?'
There was "a hesitating moment. and
then her voice came to him QuaverinG
~ sweet 1T was always so, my
friend. even when | was a poor. rag
ged little girl, and ! swore that some
day | would go to your country and
find you; | would be so great that
you would he proud to know me
But when the time really came | was
afraid senior. Well. Senior Paul. if
must-I was afraid of you-of myself
and | denied your acquaintance. if
you can forgive me. All, come tomor
row morning. them 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 one short trium-
plant season, and Paul Galbraith gain
ed wife.