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"I see you are," he replied, as he shook hands with Mildred. After which ceremony, it did not just look right to slight the other girl, so he shook hands with her also, much to her amusement. "How do you do, Mr. Trent" she said. "Carlia is such a tease," explained the mother. "For which I like her," added Mildred. "We all do.
And indeed, it was pleasant sitting thus by the blazing log in the fireplace and listening, for the most part, to the intelligent talk of the host. The evening meal was served early, and the two guests ate with the family in the dining room. Still no Carlia. When the driver went out to feed his horses and to smoke his pipe, and Mr.
He glimpsed the shadowy specter lurking in her background. And yet, as he fixed his eyes on the heavens, his mind cleared, his purpose strengthened. As he turned, there was a grim smile on his face. He walked back to the fire-place and seated himself on the arm of Carlia's chair. "Carlia," he said, "I may be stupid I am stupid I've always been stupid with you. I know it. I confess it to you.
Dorian prospered, and he had no time to devote to the girls, so he thought, and so he said, when occasion demanded expression. One evening while driving through the city and seeing the lights of the moving picture theatre, he was reminded of his promise to Carlia. His conscience pricked him just a little, so the very next evening he drove up to Farmer Duke's.
And so Dorian Trent and Carlia Duke, being of the pure in heart, saw much of God and His glory that afternoon. Then they talked again of the home folks, of Mildred Brown, and of Uncle Zed; and at length came to their own immediate affairs. That fall Dorian was to enter the University.
I'm not going to paint this time just going to rest, mother said, so I do not need a lot of baggage." "Well, come in Honey; and you too, Carlia. Dinner is about ready, an' you'll stay." By a little urging Carlia remained, and pretty soon, Dorian came stamping in to be surprised. "Yes; we're all here," announced Carlia, as she tossed her black curls and laughed at his confusion.
I have not always acted toward you as one who loves you. I don't know why lay it to my stupidity. But, Carlia, I do love you. I have always loved you. Yes, ever since we were children playing in the fields and by the creek and the ditches. I know now what that feeling was. I loved you then, I love you now." The girl arose mechanically from her chair, reached out as if for support to the mantle.
Straightening from her work, she stood for a moment looking intently at him. Then with a low, yet startled cry, she let the shovel fall, and sped swiftly back along the newly-made path and into the house. It was Carlia. Dorian stood knee-deep in the snow and watched the girl run back into the house. In his surprise, he forgot his immediate errand.
Here was a life's work which at its close would mean something to him and to the world. With these thoughts in his mind he stepped up to the rear of the Duke place where he saw someone in the corral with the cows, busy with her milking. "Hello, Carlia", greeted Dorian as he stopped at the yard and stood leaning against the fence. Carlia was just finishing milking a cow.
Duke was at home, then on learning that he was, why he turned about as if he had no business with him. Later, Dorian learned the reason. Dorian was twenty-one years old, and his mother had planned a little party in honor of the event. The invited guests were Uncle Zed, Bishop Johnson and wife, the teacher of the district school, and Carlia Duke.
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