The Lakeland evening telegram., 1914-07-16

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!: HER GROWING GLORY /:
BY MARGARITA WiLLOUGHBY. :
(Copyright.)

ueTStOOQ why III LnlS case, IOT mar
rtage to the Puritan could be nothing
but marriage of convenience-tha
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 an 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 Dorothea's
absence | knew very little OF her, for
her letters were mere telegraphic no.
tices of Aunt Mans condition, but the
moment she stepped off the train on
her return | noticed a change. 1t was
/ quite evident she had met some one"
/, else, and knew indeed 1t 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 merry grate-fire and
the warmth Of red roses from the Puri-
tan, Dorothea grew little more talk
ative.
''Dorothea, your seclusion and Aunt
Mans foibles have got on your nerves.
You are not we'll" said.
''No-I am quite we'll think l
must be tired. If you don't mind, l
will 60 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 q ring at the door
she held a yellow envelope at arms
length and the tears We're standing in
her eyes.
Il hope It's not so bad, Miss Darthy.
DEAR she said, thrusting 1t at Doro-
thea.
Dorothea lazily tore open the en-
velope, read the message and sighed,
then handed il over to me-
mo one is dead, Katie she said.
And Katie went back to the kitchen,
quite comforted
/ The message read:
Homo 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
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
II was ten vixen the Puritans trap
dashed up to the gate. From my open
doored den 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 1t bit different
ly, that's all. It's just pinned on
you know
He-And Dorothea, Is It powder
on yo - TGgn? rs all, DGrotAea, |
never imaglned-l loatne powder.
D"~othea-it is Ike chnap firery, and
II is such b4lpable lie.
"YC@ re ris1t. / had not thought
of it just so. Yorr wife must not
po"'dor i'cr rcsc. But really ! have
to YOU know to make It match tnc
r~st Of my COMPLEXION. Give yorr
powder'eas lady this with my best
wishes"
"norothea' Your ring, | did not
mean"
Take it,"
| felt sure he took It, because you !
have to do what Dorothea tells you.
you will alvavs be glad of your
discovery-about my nose" she added. |
FrN