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"1 think it was a 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
After that Dorothy fell into the
habit of doing little acts of kindness
for Tom. Once she tapped timidly at
the door of hishouse and, when he
opened it, thrust a bunch of roses
into his hands. "For you!" she ex
claimed ' hurriedly, and ran away,
without even telling him her name.
After that Tom fell into the habit
of dropping into the old farmer's
place of an afternoon, and on one
occasion he actually drove up in a
"I thought I'd ask you to come for
a drive with me, Miss Dorothy," he
exclaimed. "I 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 a blind
"0, 1 should love to go driving with
you,!' e " answered. She ran up
stairs to change her frock, and, five
minutes later, the village was specu
lating over the appearance of Doro
thy and Tom, driving down the road
into the country and chatting as mer
rily as though they were old friends
which, indeed, they might have
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
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 a blind man, Dorothy?"
he asked. -Ppa
And, seeing the girl's confusion, he
added: ,v .,
' "Don't tell me yet, Dorothy. Think
the matter over and let me know
when you have made up your mind.
But if you can, you will make me
very happy, dear."
Dorothy hardly knew How she got-
home. All that night she lay awake
in the rapture of her love. She knew
that she loved Tom with heart and
Why had she not told him? She,
would not admit the reason to her
self" for a long time. It was only
when the first joy had died that the
specter awakened and stared at her.
How could she marry him without
telling him and how could she tell
him that she was the homeliest girl
Yet she must tell him, and all the
next day she fought with her pride.
It was not until nightfall that pride
was conquered. She must tell him,
because perhaps some day he would
It was a tremulous figure, shrink
ing and nerved only by intense reso
lution, that went to Tom's door that
night, fearful of discovery by the
prying eyes of the town, yet spurred
on by the sense of tremendous neces
sity. And, after she had knocked, she
could hardly make-her knees support
her, and clung to the door-jamb for
The door opened. Tom peered out.
"I can't marry you," the girl was
sobbing wildly. "You have never seen
me as I am, Tom. You don't know "
"Don't know what, dear?" asked
Tom's quiet voice. She felt his hands
on her shoulders, but she could not
see him through the gathering tears.
"I am the homeliest girl in Erping
him," cried Dorothy. "If ever you
saw me yon would be ashamed of
me, Tom. And I can't many you and
not let you know; and I can't marry
you and let you be ashamed of me."
She was beyond all self-control.
She was weeping in his arms. She
heard Tom's voice between his
"Dorothy, you are the prettiest girl
in Erpingham, and it wouldn't make,
any difference to me anyway," ha
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