The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1872-12-04

though tho voice sounded grutf
and husky.
"poor fellow, he has caught
cold," said |, sympathctical!y rs |
gave the white pitcher an extra
rub preparatory to opening the
door.
I'm to leave milk here, ma'am,
ain't % came from under an old
slouchcd hat.
"No, sir" said |, stoutly, "you
are not our millman."
"I rather guess be, ma'am, "
said tho husky voice. "That is
tho boss told mo to leave milk here
and givo first ratio measure"
! held Out the pitcher mcchnni-
cally, ashamed Of showing my dis
appointment, for | must acknowl-
ed 60 tho deep magnetic eyes had
made an impression on me such rs
no others had before.
l shut the door with n sigh and
went about my usual preparations
for breakfast. Mother went into
ccstacics over the rich milk, and
declared tho coffee was food and
drink too. TO me it was unusual
ly insipid and tastcIess.
"lIave you heard from Miles
Rogers, Hctty, since we came
here ?" said mother.
"Ycs, ma, | got letter yestor-
day"
"And you mean to favor his suit,
hope, and give a favorable an
swcr, rs you promised me. You
can't do better"
"Did I promise you, mother !!
Woll, heaven forgive me for break.
ing that promise, but / never can
be the wifo Of Miles Rogers" said
|, sadly. "For your sake have
tried to cheat myself into the be-
lief that J. loved him, but am sat
isticd it is all u sham. let nc
live with you, mother. We can
be all the world to each other, as
we have been for the past year."
"But | cannot live always, Hct-
ty. In fact | feel my strength
failing me every day, aud | would
like to sec you, my dear child. well
settled in life before I co." and
there were tears in my mothers
eyes.
"Well, there is time enough yet,
ma," said |, changing my sad tone,
as | kissed her pale checks. 81
AIN but twenty, and you but forty;
quite young maiden, who may
marry your lawyer yet, or some
other Now York celebrity.
mo, Hetty," said my mother,
smiling at my bantoring tone,
"thongh my lawyer is a celebrity
in his way, still he is Il young man
better suited to your age. than
minc."
"Bring him along, ma, and who
knows what might happcn," said
|, laughing, glad to SEQ a smile on
that dear face from which | had
kissed away so many tears.
The week dragged It's slow
length along. Saturday came ;
that day OF all days to tho careful
housewife the busiest! Bread
must be baked, pies and custards
made, and many things dono that
the Sabbath might indeed be rom
dcred a day Of rest
Rising betimcs I performed my
ablutions, hid my heavy coils of
hair in net; put on my oldest
and consequently most faded morn
ing dress, ready for active duty,
rolled up my sleeves, and stood at
the door with my pitcher as soon
as | heard tho mill1man's cry.
"Ono or two quarts, Miss Trc.
maino p said the musical voice.
[ started, looked up, and there
wcro tho magnetic oyes, white
hands, and splendid moustachc.
1t was now evident that my he
TO, "tho boss," only dealt out tho
"Orango County" on Saturdays.
But how he came to know my
name, that was what puzzled my
poor little bcwildered brain moro
than anything else. If the mag
nctic eyes had set my heart to
huttering tho week before, it was
nothing to the mischief dono on
this Saturday in question. I for
got to put tho coffee in the coffee
pot, boiled the oggs ton minutes,
and made q dozen other mistakes
before the breakfast was over, be-
sides putting water in the Gus
tards, and sugar in tho broad. Mo
ther said my head was "wool- ga
theringP
Thus tho oventful weeks passed
on, each crowned with golden
Saturday at tho end. "Our milk
man" had become quite marked in
his attentions to mo. A beautiful
boquot was brought me now every
morning by the slouched hat, with
the compliments Of tho "boss. /"
Things began to look serious. He
was evidently as much in love as
myself. Mother seemed TO sus.
poet which way tho wind blow,
and calling mo u silly romantic
girl, ono morning worry unccremo.
niousIy dismissed tho slouched hat,
and engaged another milsman.
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