Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1870-04-13
EELLY'8 NIGHT AT TIE OPERA


'Iietty s1ys yoi needa buy her ticket
fyr ;ho opera, Winfield"
she does? Well, she says it too late
I've tough. il. 81.
oh, what PITY" and'pre:ty little Neil
F1tueiiueay drew down the corners of her
n31Eh. Andy l III glad, " she continued
''ou,g sue aiil take it so hard. Some bill
caua in yesterday which she hadn' t Thought
Of, aud suppose she felt that sha couljn
afford thc dollar Can you dispose q the
ri.sc,? hrcauae IN, sure that Will be the
f.>' a;n@ she a,as ne
-, c.l. can, answered the young man,
I'll jau't intend to do SO. Het,y must
sse,he opera. and don't believe an extra
d. ar Is go:og to rreai; me, Do you. ruSs?
Not twice that, 70. all have to calculate 30
closely"
There II is, She Knows what your re
sorsces are, and besides she the proulesr
little thing a'ive-brought up in that man
rsr. mean in paying her way. If / 90,
sha aid 1t mus. 6e On the express condi
ru1 that pag for my ticket I thought
nly he you wouldn't bug them so soon.
Ny Darlington wanted to see Faust, and
there perfect rush for seats. As il Is, |
o.g.In. get my choice OF the best. | shall
certainly expect iietty to go, aud should feel
yery much hurt if she refused, for the little
wrmar denies herselfaiI auusements for the
sake of somebody who is very dear to me.
How good you are, Winfield" cried
Mi, hyr cheeks flushing, while the bright
Ms Of her blue eyes looked suspiciuusiy like
tears. Il know Hetry has been longing for
an opportunity to see Faust. | found her
yesterday over last years : bonnet, trimming
itup wiJh some nice oil lace, and YOU We no
ilea how pretty il Isl aud she has cleaned
ter white gloves till they look almost ike
n-w. should hate TO have her disappoint-
81, bur si..i she won't ike your paying, N
sure"
nj. F3rherinqay was a delicate little
taaaa. with shining .lden tinted hair and
SIT t.ua ewes. She had 6een for some time
engaged 70 Winfield Gray, rising young
T7nr as his townfolks called him, but by
ra u.aans Il rich one. Nells mother had
Lee dead a long, long time, and Hetty,
many years her senior, had been mother,
SISTER and father TO the pretty child, till now
she hai grown to woman's estate, and was
!n ta. way 10 be taken care of by a heart
d.; m'rc loving, but hands harder ard
stronger han those OF the much enduring
sister.
Hy..y sat in her own room busy at hei
"F.aa- tssk, copying from almost illegible
mann 'rF. story for some magazine. She
lS."i.i Of stature, a very Quaker in re-
seT'. sadmodesty of apparel
.A9F, tietty, youv e got to go, cried s
Voice .aaui her.
Coz 20 90 where, dear?'' asked Hetty, (;
>.-7,.el expression in her great gray eyes, al
She Turned and met her sisters laughing
face. Got to go-what an uncouth expires
sion.
hy to see Faust. on Thursday night
ioT Winfield has bought the tickets -
Oh did you tell him p and Hetty laiC
aside her pen.
Don't jook so distressed, you foolish lit
lie woman. | did tell him to-day. Yol
only decided last night, you know, but h
bought the tickets on his way here.
But can't go dear, said Hetty, firmly
But you can go, and You shall go, re
to-tcd Nell, for Winfield says so. 1t doesn'
matter in the least, not in the least If
had told him yesterday it would have bee,