The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1915-10-14

and 1t was agreed that it was q great
pity she was so homely.
1T amt fair handicap" said old
Mrs. Howell, who kept the post office.
ITS hard enough for girl to get mar
ried in New England, anyway, but
with her loOks-I say it ain't fair"
Dorothy's father probably indorsed
this view, but the hard-headed old
farmer was too practical a man to
worry about his daughters looks.
Dorothy lived alone with him, her
mother being dead. What she thought
on the subject she never disclosed.
She must have known, however, that
there was a reason why she was al.
ways wall-foWer at parties and was
never invited on picnics and such fes.
tivities.
When she was twenty-five Tom Ian.
ark came home after an absence OF six
years in the West.
Fabulous stories preceded him. He
had found gold mine in Nevada, one
OF the richest in the world. 1t was said.
and the glare Of the sun OH the alkali
plains had scared his eyeballs until he
could only distinguish light from dark
ness. So he had come back at thirty.
TO resume life-no, not to resume it,
but to take up its burden alone In the
old house that had given him birth.
! Margaret Barnett had been an old
hame or Toms in the bygone days. But
| II there was any idea that she would
INK her life TO blind mans Margaret,
who was running" with the bankers
| son. dismissed II DrOmptly
Il want live one when | get mar.
ried," she said And Dorothy wit
messed snubbing which Margaret ad.
minlstered to Tom in the street, in
front OF her house.
She saw the blind man trying to
peer after the girl whose shrill scorn-
full laughter echoed through the quiet
street, and an excess Of pity overcame
! her shrinking, and she hurried
| out.
Mr.. Lanark," she said quickly, con-
scious that her words were almost be.
yond her control, 81 am Dorothy Lee.
Don't you remember me?"
Tom Lanark felt for her hands and
took them in his. Indeed | do" he
answered warmly. 81 have often
thought of you since I have been
| away"
II think it was shame the way
Margaret Barnett spoke to YOU" de.
clared Dorothy Indignantly.
"Ah, well, one lives and finds out
these things" replied the blind man
wearily
After that Tom fell into the habit of
dropping into the old farmers place Of
an fternoon, and on one occasion he
&C ally drove up in buggy.
thought I'd ask you to come for a
drive with me, Miss Dorothy" he ex-
planned. II was sure I knew the way
down the street to here, and that you'd
do the rest--if you are willing to do an
act OF kindness for blind man."
20, | should love to 60 driving with
you, the girl answered. She ran up
stairs to change her frock, and, five
minutes later the village was specu-
latlng over the appearance of Dorothy
and Tom, driving down the road into
the country and chatting as merrily as
though they were old friends which,
indeed, they might have been called.
But during the return Dorothy be-
came very pensive. For she knew that
her heart had turned very strongly in
the direction Of the blind man, and
that he, too, as her woman's instinct
told her, was by no means Indifferent
to her.
And when they neared the town he
suddenly placed his arm around her
and drew her toward him.
DO you think you can ever learn to
care for blind man, Dorothy?" he
asked
1t was tremulous figure, shrink
ing and nerved only by intense resolu-
ton, that went to Toms door that
night. fearful Of discovery by the
prying eyes Of the town, yet spurred
on b. the sense of tremendous neces-
sity. And, after she had knocked, she
could hardly make her knees support
her. and clung to the door rjamb for
support.
The door opened Tom peered out.
Then:
II can't marry YOU" the girl was
sobbng wildly you have never seen
me as am, Tom You don't know
Don't know what, dear?" asked
Toms quiet voice. She felt his hands
on her shoulders, but she could not see
him through the gathering tears
Il am the homelest girl In Erping-
ham," cried Dorothy. IF ever you
saw me you would be ashamed of me,
Tom. And l can't marry you and not
let you know; and 4 can't marry you
and let you be ashamed OF me-"
J She was beyond all self-control She
wppninp in hiS ha orl
Toms voice between his kisses.
Dorothy. you are the prettiest girl
In Erpingham, and it wouldn't make