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Show "Yes," she started to say without looking at Little Love. But she checked herself and looking up in the tree, saw that Love was smiling and nodding his head."Yes, yes," he nodded, "it is all-right this time," and he pulled his bow. The arrow pierced her heart. She gave a little cry. Then holding out her hand to the man, said, "Yes, you may come again. Good-night." He pressed her hand. "Good-night,""he said, and left her.Dorothy May didn't run into the house this time. She lingered in the dusk, kissing the flowers as she went up thepath. At the door she turned. "Thank you, Little Love," she said, and went in.And the stranger-nay, friend-came many times. If Dorothy May was happy before, what great joy possessed her now. Little Love had spoken true, for the kind physician had given her his heart and taken the wounded one unto himself, and she was happier than before.And when the bridegroom took his bride away, the little archer shot arrow after arrow at them, striking them many, many times as they passed through the big gate into their new world. Rose Thomas. |
