The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1871-03-23

in the living present. For instance, at
this very moment, che ought to be
thinking out the plot of new story, fol
/ Miss Hepsey's faeiie pen was all she
could depend upon for the winning Of
her daily bread. +. / +.''
Before the cars stopped at Portland
long enough before-she had quite re-
covered her equipoise and made her en-
trance at Doctor Ponds with her usual
gentle self-possession. r.
II am SO glad" said Mrs. Pond cor
daily, after the first greetings were over,
$50 very glad you have come in season
for my little social supper tomorrow!
was afraid A unit Maguire's cold might
detain you day or two; and your old
Friend Mr.. Stackpole, is going to be
here" e~ssr~s, .g~e,,s~ ~ ....G~ .tst-..
Mr.. Stackpole again! Hepsey was
glad the name had been spoken so many
times that day that the strangeness was
wearing off.
"He drops in quite frequently" went
on guileiess Mrs. Pond, adjusting her
eyeglasses. "He and the doctor are
great friends; but if you will believe me,
l never knew till last night that you
and he had ever met. was speaking
incidentally Of expecting visit from
you, and then I turned around to him,
and said I : "Why, dear me, Mr.. Stack
pole, you used to live in Poolevilleo You
must remember Hepsey Dillon /" Ger
tainly do; we were old school mates
said he. And then when went on to
speak Of your literary success ss-you
know am rather proud Of you, Hepsey
he seemed to know all about it and re-
Ijoice in it as much as do" 2a1
"1ndeed!" replied Hepsey family.
Eyes" returned Mrs. Pond.-"And
Mr.. Stackpole is man of such excellent
taste that you may take his good opin-
ion as a compliment Though, as for
that, compliments are no new thing for
you," pursued Mrs. Pond, to whom an
author was an object of peculiar inter-
est. Even Hepssy's faded alpaca held
for her certain charm, testifying in its
silent way to the superiority of mind
over matter e# t
And Hepsey, though usually very shy
and sensitive Oh the subject of her liter.
ary career. was very glad at that mo-
ment of any diversion from the inevita-
BILE Mr.. Slackpole, who started up at
every turn like a jumping jack. So she
joined in a long gossip about authors
and art till Mrs. Ponds versatile mind
sprang off upon yeast for the next days
baking, and she darted away to look af-
ter the cook and the store-room.
The next evening Hepsey came into
the long, bright parlor, dressed in her
best black elk, q nauoh- enduring gar
ment that had been turned and stiffened
with gin but then black silks, like dead
men, tell no tales-and she looked very
sweet and attractive with her fresh blue
ribbons and her peaceful face.
Mr.. Stackpole thought so when he
came in late in the evening. After q
few words with tho hostess, he slipped
! into shadowy corner, and looked ea>
gerly over the room until he saw Miss
Hepsey sitting in deep window a little
aside. Then he stood gazing ut her face
as though he wished to read all that the
past lost years had printed on it. There
was yearning look in his eyes, look
of long hunger satisfied at last.
Presently Miss Hepsey's eyes, drawn
perhaps by the magnetism of his, turned
toward Mr.. Stackpole's corner and fell
upon the remembered face. Instantly
the flame. long buried and smouldering
in her heart, ieaped up into life again,
burning at her cheeks and choking her
breath. Poor Hepsey! She did not
understand that 1t was Mr.. Stackpole's s
glance Of earnest love that had stirred
the old pleasure and the old pain, she
blamed her own heart for it all.
"Hepsibah Dillon ~ said she to her
self severely, this won't do! 1 thought
you could be trusted to meet that man
If you are turning out as weak as a cob
web, go away!"
And 20 she did.
When Mr.. Stackpole, as soon as he
could without rudeness, had made his
way across the crowded room, where
everybody insisted on speaking with
him, and had come to the window niche,
he found only the curtains there, with
the marks of Hepsey's tremulous fingers
upon it with folds. It was too tantaliz,
ing. --...y
II will. must see her." said he, and
rushed back to Mrs. Pond, who stood in
smiling state, fluttering her Chinese fan
as she put some stranger at ease in hel
great hearted, motherly way; keeping
at the same time All eye and ear upon
the entire company, ready to prevent
with quiet adroitness any neglect ol
loneliness. D.. ua. 5.-.......t ~ .s
"Mrs. Pond" said Mr. Stackpole alb
ruptly II want to see Miss Dillon
wish to speak with her. .4a ....-
For the dropping Of an eyelid Mrs
Pond forgot her watch Of hospitality in
surprise at the restrained excitement ii
his manner. She recovered herself in q
breath, however, reading with quick in
sight the unexpected revelation written
Oh his eager face and at the same time
discovering afar off in tue farthest parlol
lone young lady who needed her in
slant attention.
Certainly, Mr.. Stackpole. certainly
said she, looking equal to the conf ct
ion of even the sun and moon, If she
should choose to undertake it. "Bu
may I ask you to carry this book 0
prints to Miss Converse, over there b,