Dorothy Dale in the City

Dorothy stepped from the train. "And there

the train should pull out, and Tavia's last hand-wave be

imed the young man, who for years had regarded Tavia as his

pressed her warm cheek against that of her cousin, the latter's being bris

her bag. "There are the Blakes. May as well ask

were many known to Dorothy and her popular cousin. The Blakes gladly accepted th

" Mabel Blake com

s on its way toward the Cedars, the country home of Mrs. Nathaniel White, and her two sons, Nat and Ned. Mrs. White was the only sister

he cold was not so severe as to make the weather unpleasant. All sorts of happy remembrances were recal

y, as a man, his stooped shoulders hidden

n," added Mabel. "Could

in the roadway. "Those Christmas trees are poor compa

e way to the village?" pleaded Dorothy. "We

bel?" and Ted Blake

rted Dorothy, "and Peter coul

I were lame, halt and old enough-to know." Whereat he stopped the

e back of the auto, but it was finally accomplished. Peter was profuse in his thanks, for

do you go?"

Peter. "But that road is soft

" proposed Nat. "The Fire Bi

nough," affirmed Peter. "But

he turned from the main road to a narrow stretch o

hing," said Dorothy. "But I have always been

t, "there comes Terry w

ows from their field or barn to the slaughter house. He never raised his head as Nat tooted the horn, and by the time

car lunged, then came to a sudden stop, w

vainly trying to start the c

d Peter, inappropriate

interrupted Nat. "It

ry passed along as mutely

ake him up," said Ted, as he leaped out after Nat to s

, prying with fence rails-all efforts left the

r, suddenly. "I'll g

to pull a man out of a ditch,"

m," and he awkwardly managed to get out of the car, and was soon

aling next," remarked Ted, gri

red Dorothy. "This snow

Mabel. "But I do hope old Sande

Ted said. "That's a bles

" Dorothy remarked. "He has go

ore he could possibly secure the old horse, and get to the roadway to give the necessary pull to the stalled Fir

th an emergency rope ready, "i

covered cottage opened, and there

abel. "Now we

ed one of the very choicest Christmas trees, and with it on her fur-covered shoulder, actually started up the box-wood lined walk to where

at dear little grand-daughter with you? The pr

he drawled. "Yep,

w we want Emily to have a Christmas tree, all her own," went on Dorothy, "and Peter is good enough to donate it. But our machine-those cars are not like horses," she almost shouted, as

e. Sanders made a move as if to follow, wh

y are towing the machine out. It's a lucky thing it happened jus

d Ted, in a voice loud enough for those ne

replied Nat, proudly. "You just do yo

nd the man, with the Christmas tree, followed close behind her. The boys with Peter were busy with rope, horse and auto. Soon they had

be some other attempt at a balking auto. Would it move, or would it

the rear wheel of the machine, while Peter coaxed and led the horse. Suddenly the old

F DESPERATE, GAVE A JERK AND

Ted, bounding t

borated Nat. "Peter,

pe that held him to the machine; "but that young lady-if she hadn't

That little Emily seems to be the one w

on," suggested Mabel, as everything see

her brother, "he mig

lready dusk, but the light of a dim lamp showed her the way, a

h sitting on a sofa, while Sanders attempted to prop the Christmas tree up in a corner, bracing it with a wooden chair. Mabel

for Emily. We will come to-morrow," and she rose to leave. "Mabel will fetch the doll, Emily. That

and a white dress," Emily ord

ho, as the boys had said, made up the one tender spot in his

ured, glad to be able to

e's been sick a long time. I fetched E

rothy. "And good-bye, Emily. You'll have ev

hild, "and mamma says Santa Claus always likes to s

e is as good as ever. Don't sell him without giving me a

ride was being played upon. "He might be

s, even a horse can play at Christmas. Only f

en Emily her tree. Now that's how a horse can turn Santa Clau

Fire Bird, where the boys impatiently awaited them, to complete