The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1866-04-10
"HettY, do you know love you z"

the GIL at once:
"Hetty do you know I love you? 2"
Hetty stood still her hand trembled
in his-her bosom rose and fell. In a
moment she began to sob.
Then John Morton's arm crept around
her waist
"My darling" he said "look at me-
speak to me- Tell me that you return my
feeling-tell me that you will one day be
my wife 7"
At thai she pulled her hand away from
him.
"You came here to be Miss Spices
suitor," she said :'I know a. 1h.~.ai.
talked over when L could not help listen
ing. Say those words to her-not to me.
ITO her? hate her very name" said
John. Il love you, Hetty."
"A poor girl, almost servant ?"
"Why should I care? | love you, oh,
Hetty, love you better than l love my
life. Hetty, answer me-will you be my
wife? 1t needs but ope little "yes"
An odd couvulsion between laughter
and weeping, passed over her face. but
she commanded her voice aud said slowly:
''You belong to Miss Spice"
"Her words made John Morton fush
scarlet.
Miss Spice is nothing to me" be said
"I've never seen her nor do desire to
see her; Hstty, answer me-"
Hetty turned quite away from him, and
in sort of choking voice replied:
"This is the onl " answer l can give
you: If Miss Spice will not be your wife
do not know of any woman in the place
who will" and fairly ran away.
John Morton followed her, only little
way however, for, coming to spot where
the path took turn, he Spied her through
the bushes, sitting under great tree,
aughing 10 the merriest manner. The
sight turned his heart to stone.
The heartless jade" he muttered, "and
| for her | would have given up anything
beside ia the wide world. All women
are alike. Rustic simplicity in pink
calico differs not whit from city airs
and graces iu moirs antique. I'll 60 home.
Miss Spice may come or so, for all | care.
Oh, Hetty, Hetty +"
With these last words on his lips, j John
Morton made his way to Spice Villa,
mounted to his own room and proceeded
to pack his port manteau crammlng his
wardrobe in pell nell, aud using no gen.
tie language towards the innocent gar
ments which would bulge over aud forbid
the fastening of the lock. Just as the
packing was completed there came sud
den racket in the garden, sound of
wheels and merry voices. And his atteu-
tiou was attracted to the window. There
at the gate stood little carriage, from
which descended stout old lady and a
stout old gentleman. Mr.. and Mrs. Spice
returned without doubt.
"Five minutes more would have been
clear of the house. However III Dot stay
loug;' and with this determination be
descended to the hall, just ia time to see
Hetty rush into the old gentleman's arms
with the exclamation, "Dear papa"
Out of them she came 10 a moment,
turning rosy red as she murmured:
"Oh, papa, l quite fOrgOt-this is Mr..
Morton"
John Morton stood like one petriGed.
He hardly heard the old gentleman's
apology for his absence, or the old ladys
welcome.
The truth which was slowly dawuing
upon him made him oblivlous to all else.
He stared at Hetty, whose mischlevous
face Was dimpling and blushing 10 the
most bewitchiug way. And slowly his
! lips formed two words-they were-"Miss
Spice -
"Ehl !" said the old gentleman II
really didu't understand you"
"The gentleman wants an Introduction
said Hetty Please tell him that L am
Miss Spice, your daughter"
Then she burst into peal Of laughter
that made the old house ring g,and brought
on her head maternal reproof for being
$50 wild before stranger"
, Poor John Morton believed himself a
victim of dream.
/ But two hours after be had recovered
bis senses, and sitting close by Hetty on
the porch in the moonlight whispered
"Hetty, do you think Miss Spice will
say yes p
Hetty answered, "I think she will"
After a while she sad-the old lady S
absence and the old gentleman's nap IA
voriug whispers
"Never say told you any stories.
told you l made myself generally useful
and they gave me my board and clothes
didn't | 7"
Il eyes"
! "Well, that is true"
"Ah p
$50 you fancied me serFans OF YOU
. own accord sir. How could help that =