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Letters flew steadily back and
forth, "and Dorothy was happy in
noting the cheerful, confident tone
in which Field wrote.
Meanwhile the, small amount of
money with which they had been left
was steadily dwindling, and Dorothy
saw that she must try to find some
thing to do. The two women knew
about as much about the business of
earning money as a nice litte white
Kitten playing with a ball.
"Oh, dear!" wailed the mother. "I
don't know what we can do !" 1
Once, Arthur Field had sent her a
small check in a letter, delicately
suggesting that she should buy
something she liked, but she had sent
it back. Dorothy was very proud,
perhaps abnormally so, but it was
The girl also wondered what they
could do, but she didn t wail. She
set about trying. After a week of
setbacks and discouragements she
suddenly said to her mother:
"Dearie, I've just thought of some
thing. You know I can make the
best butter scotch going. I am going
to try selling it.
."Selling it!" echoed her mother
blanly. "Whd will takejt out?"
Poor Mrs. Hill's horror at tbte pros
pect, and her objections and entrea
ties not effecting a compromise in
her daughter's decision1,' she lapsed
into' tears, .but Dorothy remained
firm. She made the candy, put it up
in neat boxes and took it around as
samples to' several shops where
sweets weresold. The rather novei
sight of the once rich and fashion
able" Miss Field, who had been wont
to stop before their doors in -her own
car, offering a sample of her work
.for sale rather appealed to a few of
the men and she came home with
four small orders, but only on condi
tion that she was to' take the risk of
the candy selling.
"My poor child L" exclaimed her
mother tragically as Dorothy en
For answer Dorothy laughed and
told of her success. The goods sold
well, orders increased, and soon the
"Dorothy Delights," as the candyN
Was called, was bringing In a com
fortable little income to the two
Frank Pearson, an unmarried man
of about 40, head of one of the"most
important firing that Dorothy Bup
plied, began to -takea marked inters
est 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 "oil
business." Mrs. Hill invited him to
call again, and soon Mr. Pearson be
came a frequent visitor. Pearson
was a man who had not allowed the
buying and selling of drugs to entire
ly monopolize his mental equipment;
Music, literature and art were in hi
spare hours brought to the rest and
refreshment of his mind, so-the two
rather lonely -women found his so
ciety 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 flourishing "bust?'
ness,",and he wrote that very soorf
they would be together.
One evening Pearson, who had?
been away for a week on a business
trin to the big city, casually men-1
tioned having met Field. Dorothy's
eager interest shone in her face as
"How is he?"
"Very well," answered- Pearosnl'
"Enjoying himself hugely; leading;
the gay life, doesn't let much get bjr
'What what do you mean?"
stammered the girl .
"Oh, I don't mean he drinks or
do.es anything disreputable at least,
don't know tnat ne does. I only-
know I saw im in a cabaret treating
three pretty lively girls to dinner."
"Who were they?" '
"I can't remember even one or