Dorothy's Triumph

Copyright 1911
A. L. CHATTERTON CO.
“A MELODY SUCH AS SETS THE HEART BEATING.” “Dorothy’s Triumph.”

“Maryland, my Maryland!” dreamily hummed Dorothy Calvert.
“Not only your Maryland, but mine ,” was the resolute response of the boy beside her.
Dorothy turned on him in surprise.
“Why, Jim Barlow, I thought nothing could shake your allegiance to old New York state; you’ve told me so yourself dozens of times, and—”
“I know, Dorothy; I’ve thought so myself, but since my visit to old Bellvieu, and our trip on the houseboat, I’ve—I’ve sort o’ changed my mind.”
“You don’t mean that you’re coming to live with Aunt Betty and I again, Jim? Oh, you just can’t mean that! Why, we’d be so delighted!”
“No, I don’t mean just that,” responded Jim, rather glumly—“in fact, I don’t know just what I mean myself, except I feel like I must be always near you and Mrs. Calvert.”
“Say Aunt Betty, Jim.”