North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1866-01-24

useful. I'm. quite one of the family. Do
help yourself, Mr.. Norton ss.. ~
'"Thank you, Hetty )" and he took a
sandwich. In a moment he began again:
'Mr. Spice has daughter hasn't he?'
"Oh, yes, SIR s.... ... r ~.
every handsome, I've heard" :"
"Handsome oh dear, no,not in the | east
handsome ..a. H
Tastes differ, Hetty." s
Il know it. But, really, Miss Spice ISL
should say, quite plain. Won't you have
som more jam, sir ?"
"Not any, thank you. I presume Miss
Spice, being so amiable, is considered hand
some on that account ..
"Amiable !! Oh, mercy =, .......
"Why is she not, Hetty p -s
81 shant tell you, sir" said Hetty. ats
not my place to talk against Miss Spice,but
-amiable-ha ha u ~ f sr.
John Morton shrugged his shoulders
and looked at Hetty. Her eyes were
bright, and her cheeks dimpled with mer-
riment. In his admiration he forgot the
subject of conversation, and from Miss
Spice turned to other subjects. Hetty on
these grew eloquent She talked well and
had the sweetest voice ever heard; she told
the city stranger of the pretty country pla-
ces close at hand of the brook where the
trout were found, and the soft green grass
/, and purple flags besides its margin; of the
high hill whcnce such view could be had;
of the stone church ninety years old where
they went every Sunday; and of her own
great love for all these things. And as
John Morton listened he thought, "this girl
is above the sphere of busters and brooms
and scrubbing brushes. She is as much a
lady as in the land" Then he tried her on
other things, and found that she had read a
good deal, and that the books she had chos-
en- were not trash, and without intending
to do so, expressed his surprise.
The girl looked down demurelv.
You see / read Miss Spices books"
she replied, "and have picked up good
deal that way"
And then lunch being over, she left him
to pass the time as he chose, and to 60
with Martin to the stables and admire the
garden. But at meal time she acted the
part of hostess, and after tea sat demurely
at her work on the porch for an hour or
two.
That night the gentleman who came to
Miss Spice, the heiress, dreampt of Hetty,
who "made herself useful, for her board
and clothes" .... .....
Mr.. Spice and family would not return
for several days-so said Hetty-even if
the relative whose illness called them away
grew quickly better. And in that time
there was nothing for john Morton to do
but t. idle about the grounds, saunter into
the stables, and get up a Irritation with
Hetty. ...... ... -.
Demure and shy she seemed at times !;
at others merry and self-possed. She was
puzzle to him; and, becoming interested
in her, he tried to make her OUT The
resnlt was another puzzle more difficult
than the first, for one fine morning John
Morton awoke to the knowledge that he
was III love. How it began he could not
tell The girl was comely and pleasant to
look at, but not beautiful. He was proud
and this half menial position would have
seemed an insurmountable barrier between
himself and any woman. But the fact re
maBed the same. He loved her. One
hair of her blight head was worth all 9th
eE women put together to him. The thot
> of parting from her was intolerable. lie
could not, would not, turn her away and
saw, "this love of mine is too humble for
: me-" Yet what position. He was there
as an aspirant for the hand Of this mistress
and, ere she came, had given his heart to
the maid a
For few hours he had a mighty strug-
gle with himself. Then love conquered,
and he sought Hetty. She was in the gar
den amongst the flowers.
Surely nothing, not even those sweet
roses, could be fairer or sTeeter than the
> girl. Hes eyes were cast down, Her
taper fingers busy With some frail
plant beaten down by the summers show
er. AS he came she looked up with a
smile.
3 "My poor cypress vine is almost dead,
she said "and this rain has done more
harm than good to the garden. Pm sorry
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