The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1917-01-18

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made the candy. put 1t up In neat
boxes, and took 1t around as samples
to several shops where sweets were
sold. The rather novel sight Of tho
once rich and fashionable Miss Field.
who had been wont to stop before
their doors In her own car. offering q
sample of her work for sale rather APP
pealed to few of the men. and she
came home with four small orders, but
only on condition that she was to take
the risk of the candy selling.
"My poor child" exclaimed her
mother tragically as Dorothy entered.
For answer. Dorothy laughed, and
told Of her success The goods sold
we'll. orders increased, and soon the
Dorothy Delights" as the candy was
called. was bringing In comfortable
little income to the two women.
Frank Pearson, an unmarried man
Of about forty, the head of one of the
most important firms that Dorothy
supplied. began to take marked In
terest in the energetic girl who made
the ready-selling candy. She was al
ways referred to him for orders and
her pay. One day Mr.. Pearson found
It necessary to call at her house ION
business" Mrs. Hill invited him to
call again, and soon Mr.. Pearson be-
came frequent visitor. Pearson was
a man who had not allowed the buy
ing and selling of drugs to entirely
monopolize his mental equipment.
Music, literature and art were in his
spare hours brought to the rest and
refreshment of his mind. SO the two
rather lonely women found his society
pleasing and cOngenial.
But Dorothy In no wise wavered in
her devotion to Arthur Field. His
letters told of encouraging success
and raise of salary. She, in turn, in
formed him of her fourishing "busi-
ness" and he wrote that very soon
they would be together.
One evening Pearson, who had been
away for week on a business trip
to the big city. casually mentioned
having met Field. Dorothy's eager in
terest shone in her face as she asked:
"How is he?"
Every WELL" answered Pearson.
Enjoying himself hugely; leading the
guy life, doesn't let much get by him."
"What-what do you mean?" stam-
mered the girl.
"Oh, don't mean he drinks or does
anything disreputable-at least, I
don't know that he does. I only know
I saw him In a cabaret treating three
pretty lively girls to dinner"
"Who were they?"
II can't remember even one Of their
names, though he introduced me. oh.
Field is keeping right up with the pro-
cession," he laughed.
Dorothy did not go to sleep very
early that night. She began to think
she had noticed Of late some change
In his letters. But. no. she would not
believe anything wrong Of him-but
the pillow was wet with tears.
The next letter frop Field was rath-
er brief. and evidently hurried. Then
came lapse of two weeks. in which
she heard nothing. 1t seemed to her
now she must acknowledge the bitter
truth. Her pride asserted itself, and
she determined not to ask for any ex-
PLANTATION. At last typewriter let
ter came telling Of having been very
busy, and promising to soon write
again. He had never before sent her
typed letter. She even had doubts
Of it's having come from him. 1t re-
manned unanswered.
Mcanwh'e Pearson had made II
quite clear to Mrs. Hill that he wished
to become her sOn-in-law. The lady
was highly in favor of the alliance,
but Dorothy heartbrokenly refused to
consider marriage with anyone just
then.
All the zest and Joy Of living seemed
to have gone out Of life. She began
to wonder If she ought to make the
sacrifice her mother asked.
Suddenly she heard voice that
made her heart stand still. and Field
stood before her.
care you going to marry Pcarson7"
he asked.
"Have you any right to inquirer
she flashed.
Then he told her how, when he was
showing the town to three cousins
from Omaha. Pearson had come up
and told him. in the course of the talk,
that he was engaged to her. He had
been terribly III. but meant as soon ~
he could to come and see for himself.
Poor Mrs. Hill was actually dazed
with the sudden change in sOns-in-law.
Poets Wife in Rome
Mary Shelley. wife Of the poet. wrote
many letters to Leigh Hunt and bis
wife. In one Of them the delight OF
the poet and his wife in their life IN