The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1918-07-20
TWO DORO- US
BY AGNES G. BROGAN.

tic IOuISt vi HIS lIIllJuISINc tdIttL, llc
had never faced such situation. To
number among ones acquaintance
two "Dorothys," was natural enough
but to fancy ones self alternately in
love with. either of the chnrmers-waJ
tragic. This little gray neatly written
note added to his perplexities.
"Dear Donald" it said briefly. "Will
you call at our house this afternoon
between three and four-Dorothy."
That was all; to Donald, unacquaint-
ed with the handwriting Of either Dor
Othy, the invitation tormented, while
it pleased.
Don rumpled his hair as the thought
came to him, reviewing the occur
ances of the past few weeks. Not
long before when he had been talking
to Dorothy Reynolds at an evening af-
fair in her home, he had decided for
the hundrcdth time, that no other girl
could be at once so sensible and so at
tractive. Dorothy was sweet, that was
the name for her, and he had told her
so, holding her hand behind the shell
ter Of the ferns. And Dorothy Rey-
nolds had looked adOringly up into his
face, as she promised sometime" to
let him know her feelings toward him.
"We will go on being friends until I
am sure, Donald" she had said. then
I will send for you" And straightway
from his love making. Dorothy's broth
er had carried him into an adjoining
room to meet so Jack Reynolds said,
"the prettiest girl In the world"
Don tried to turn his eyes away as
she dimpled and charmed him, tried to
force his reluctant bulk from the chair
at her side, 1t was useless. With ad-
miration his rebellious eyes sought her
smile, and recklessly he still fingered.
"You are very interesting and oil
that, Mr.. Burns" she said, 'but l am
neglecting my social duties. Let me
see, l am to give the next dance to
Jack Reynolds; after that, If you
like"
"You will dance with me?" Don had
eagerly interposed.
81 will meet you on the side veran-
d." she replied, sand we will sit it
out"
Don was elated, too elated to notice
her sudden disapproval when he APP
preached at the end Of the dance, to
claim his favor. Dorothy Dalcom
seemed to have forgotten her promise.
But later coming to him upon the We
randa, she made amends.
"Jack Reynolds is Jealous" she ex-
planned, "when he Is Jealous, he Is dis
agreeable. That is why did not want
him to know anything about our visit
here"
"What right has he" Don began
furiously, but Dorothy's silvery laugh
rang out.
"Why, believe you are Jealous, too,"
she said.
AS the weeks passed Don was
obliged to admit that fact. Jack Rey-
nold's presence at Dorothy Dalcom's
side filed him with wild resentment.
Alone with him upon the moonlit YER
anda. the girl quieted his disturbing
fears.
"You are different from all others
to me-" she murmured; ut Is as though
I had known you always - and al
ways"
She was very beautiful. "You
mean" Don asked abruptly, "that you
would care more for me more than all
others?'
Dorothy's lovely eyes studied the
stars. "When / am ready to tell you
that, Don," she said, II will send for
you"
"By George" he calculated, (which
ever girl sent 1t, 1t means I'm engaged,
or will be. promptly" Then he fell to
musing. Dorothy Reynolds had not
once summoned him by letter. Dur
ing all the years Of their friendship.
her communications had been spoken
over the telephone. That was her
prompt way Of insuring an answer.
Why, now, should she change?
AS for Dorothy Dalcom. Well, she
would probably wish her message to be
Don decided to take
chance and call at the home where
Miss Dalcom was a guest. A tenderly
regretful feeling stole about his heart
as he trudged along-the other Dor
othy would be surprised.
"Oh! Hang it," muttered Don
fiercely, and then his eyes fell upon
two swaying figures in hammock.
Jack Reynolds foot was propelling the
hammock, while Dorothy Dalcom's
golden head was very near Jacks
shoulder. Their backs were to Don as
they swung to and fro, but the girls
voice reached him clearly.
"You know, Jack" she was saying,
"you are different to me from all 9TH
ers; 1t seems as though l had known
you always-and always"
The hammock came to an abrupt
stop. Mr.. Jack Reynolds was more
impulsive than Donald had been upon
like occasion.
Don was surprised, as he silently re-
traced his steps, to find himself I'M
moved by the tableau, surprised Mt
sense of unmistakable relief pervading
his being.
Dorothy Reynolds was on the veran-
ia az no came down the path.