The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-01-11
IN WINIFRED's NAME
BY ELLIS GRAHAM.

OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
Dot regarded the telegram in Rel
hand in utter dismay. 1t was there
in simple letters, the message of her
fate.
Arrive Tuesday. Gould"
And it was directed to Winifred, OF
course, and Winifred was down at Old
Point Comfort with the Beverlys on
their yacht. She would have to meet
him at last, confess the whole thing,
and protect Winifred somehow.
Winifred had met Give Gould in
Washington, and he had taken a fancy
to her. He had written to her from
San Francisco the day before he
sailed. and Dot had listened to the
letter as she had to with every new
correspondent of her roommate. But
there was something about the letter
that held her-an underlying faith in
things, a sense of humor, something
that told the real man behind the
pen.
Il won't answer it," Winifred had
said, airily. He's too dignified and
slow, Dot"
oh, you must answer it. He ex-
poets that. Wait, I'll do it for you"
You old dear thing" Winifred
laughed over at her. You never write
to any boys at all. Go ahead. He's
perfectly safe, bound for Australia,
and don't mind. Hold star up for
him to see his way by and tell him
to cheer up
But Dot had answered the letter
in her own way, and it had started a
correspondence that had slipped out
of her reach and control before a
year had passed. Now he was back,
and in the letter she had received the
day before he told her it was her let
tiers that had drawn him over the
seas to her, and she must fulfill all
they meant to him.
The evening was rather cool. Clad
in white wooden dress, with white
sweater and no hat. she watched from
the veranda until she saw a figure
start across the green from the street;
then she went to meet him. Oh, yes;
1t was he. She knew him in an in.
slant from his picture, and she went
straight toward him without compro-
mise.
You are Mr.. Gould, aren't you?"
She gave him firm hand clasp. II
am Winifred's best friend, and she has
gone to Old Point Comfort. Won't
you visit with me awhile? am Doro-
thy Page"
Up on the veranda they sat, while
she listened to him talk of the voy-
age and trip over the continent
Couldn't he guess at all of how her
pulses, were beating, how she was
trying to keep her nerve still and lis
ten to him? And all at once some
thing seemed to snap the tension
She lifted her head and looked al
him, at his wide, uncompromisine
eyes, SO direct and true in their gaze
and she told him the truth as she
had intended to do.
And that's all, you see.' Hell
hands put away from her an imag
mary something. when she had fin
ished. Il did it, and l am not sorry
either. Winifred never needed you
and l did. never had anyone t0
write to that liked, and somehow
could tell you everything"
Except this
! Don't. ! am sorry in a way for
! you, but you won't mind. Winifred
has always cared for Bob
I'm not thinking of them. I'm sure
only wish them the greatest happi
| ness"
She hasn't been here much the last
term, not since they we're engaged
She was taking postgraduate course
anyway. oh, know" She rose and
stood before him, rebellious, worried
and still in a way penitent. "Iknow
you must think it was awful of me-
No, don't" He rose, too, and Dot
! wondered how he could leave her sc
soon, with just word Of ordinary
courtesy. After all, the letters had
! been theirs, and they had grown tC
know each other so well in them. But
Give continued:
Those letters, whoever wrote them
gave me courage and a new grip on
| life just when / was worried and los
ing nay grip. Remember that line
of Browning
Drop hearts blood where life's wheels
CRATE dry,
That was what they did for me
Did you feel all the time really imper
sonal toward me, Dot?"
Dot laughed softly, a bit unstead
lily.
No, l felt as if you belonged to
me-
Just that. And so did /. They
pulled me back thousands of miles to
you"
Not to me. To Winifred.'
"Winifred wrote to me six months
ago, as soon as she was engaged to
! Bob, and told me the truth" he said
Il have come back to you
When you didn't even know what
/ looked like?"
"Winifred sent me your portrait aft.
er | had asked her for one"
Dot smiled, funny, half shy smile,
biting her under lip.
Wen miss the letters terribly
I'm not going back" he said. Not
for all the letters in the world. 1
like the original
Dear old VIM" Dot breathed ten
derby. Wasn't it clever OF herr"