The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1870-11-10
HOMELY HILTY.
BY LoTTIE BROWN.

sure nave not JnOu8ng OF caCcnluS hlI. 1t
wing, and if you have, why hope you will
succeed"
Hilty Glaymer went on sitting the -four for
her tea cakes, and sang merrily, and Belle turn,
ed the page of the new magazine and glanced
contemptuously at the busy little figure in the
pantry.
'sThere's no sense in quarreling, Hilty," said
Mrs Glaymer. "Of course, we all regret very
pretty at all, but surely it will be far worse il
you persist in being so wicked and envious."
Envious! Hilty gave the pitcher of cream
which she held in her hand an energetic tip,
and its foamy contents went with splash into
the bread-pan, and sent the light flour in q
cloud.
"And as for Belle trying to catch Mr. Irving,
I'm sure think she will find it no great trial,
unless he is blind. A man who has travelled, as
we know he has, and yet has said that his heart
was so truly American that it could not receive
a foreign love, will surely admire your beauti-
full sister. That purple grenadine, Belle, is the
most becoming thing you ever wore. Bless me,
there's Bob, now, with Irving. Do run up
stairs, for it will look as though you were
watching for him if you remain here. Come
down very carelessly, dear"
sHeigh-ho !" Hilty shook the -four from her
white arms, and stood back. "It is pity Pm
so ugly. Dear me, shall be glad when Belle
is married, for upon my word, 1 believe that
her beauty makes me look uglier. How! I'm
not SO very freckled. I don't believe anybody
could see them a half inch away"
No, she had but few freckles, and those
only stretched across the saucy nose, and she
was by no means ugly. There was wonder
full lot of bronze hair wound in smooth, shining
coil around her, and her skin, but for the few
freckles, was transparently fair. She had
cheeks like the heart of q pomegranate, and
bright sparkling eyes, both of which she found
in the early morning, among the dewy, grass
and the fresh, pure air, when Belle was dream
ing of her brownstone front and drives in her
own carriage; and last of all, she had a .proudd,
perfect form, and hands that even Belle ad-
mired.
"Hilty, where are your" called Bob, her
brother, from the kitchen.
"Come along, Guy. We expect to call you
into the pantry. 1 often do, for here's where [
find my pet. Hilty, my chum, Guy Irving"
If Hilty, could have seen herself just then,
with the blood stealing in rich food over face,
and her head turned shyly towards the door,
she would have been we'll pleased with the
sight.
IT couldn't find ma or Belle, so I brought
Guy here, Hilty. You needn't look hurt for
he don't mind"
eyes, I do I like it. Miss Hilty, are those
cakes for tea2"
eyes, sir" she laughed.
"I shall eat nothing else"
The voice of Mrs. Glaymer took them away,
and they entered the parlor to meet the lovely
and languid Belle, to whom this college friend
of her brothers was the rock on which she
founded her matrimonial hopes.
"Well, he is not proud, and that is a great
comfort, am sure," said Hilty, as she went
out with the pan to the oven.
"Dear me! wouldn't it be charming to have
the table out under the trees?" suggested Belle,
and she passed the supper room in her walk
with Mr.. Irving along the piazza.
eyes; but I'd wait, Belle, until the caterpil-
lers 90 out of style, for they don't look nice in
the butter, and another thing John has gone to
the dentists, and we should have no one to keep
the flies away" said Hilty, from the inside.
ri quite agree with her, Miss Glaymer. do
not admire romance as do comfort"
Hilty laughed, perhaps with little triumph
in her voice and glanced out at her stately SIS
ter.
"Pray don't mind Hilty, Mr.. Irving" said
Belle, by way of selfconsolation "she IS
shocking sometimes"
~ assure you she does not shock me" ne
said.
The summer days flew swiftly, and making
much of her time, Belle thumped the piano
and read poetry; went sailing and botanizinrg
with their guest, and kept Hilty forever at the
ironing board with her collars and ruffied
dresses.
Guy Irving found time to look into the
kitchen once and while, and half-hour was
spent on the stoop of the back door, shelling
peas or sorting berries for the busy little kitchen
girl who at such times, was always at her post
in the pantry, where he could plainly see her
by turning his handsome head.
'"He will make Belle splendid husband %
she would say, as she watched the white hands
SO much whittier than her own, busy with his
good-naturedly given work "It will be nice
to call him brother. Ny, but will kiss him,
az true as I live, the very moment they are
married p
"IIilty," said he, one morning when they
CHANGED to be quite alone-Miss Belle being in
her chamber with her hair in curl papers, and
Rob out in the hay-feld-"why don't your sis
ter help you, once and a while? Don't she
know howW
"Well--no! Belle is very sensitive, and ma
never taught her. She has been away to school
so much that she could not learn, as 1 have,
and then she has no taste for it" Hilty answer
ed with flash. %,
aI suppose you are not senstiye%
"No suppose not. But you know am not
so learned as Belle. She talks French beauti-
fully, and used to write splendid French songs
that is, I liked the tunes--of course could
not understand the words"
he became very silent, and Hilty. heartily
wished that she had said nothing, for he looked
SO grave that she was quite sure she had often
sHilty, dear, Belle is not able 10 come down
to dinner and she must have something light
carried up to her." said her mother, looking in
from the sitting-room door, with gesture bid
ding to come to her. "rhe air is so moist that
Belle says her hair won't curl before tea," she
whispered, "and she wants a good dinner, for