The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-06-13

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But Hetty DOrrance never came to
learn her doom. Day after day went
by, and the familiar tap of her crUtch
/ sounded no more on the floor | grew
uneasy
Perhaps she is sick-alone, in want!
thought /. And the more | pondcred
on the matter the more uneasy [ felt.
Perhaps she is dead! And with that
last, overwhelming thought came the
| full revelation of my own heart.
had grown to love lame Hettv
| Dorrance. Well, and why not? /
| could afford n wife as well as most
men; Hetty was only q sewing Girl.
and lame at that, but she had q face
ike one of Gods angels, and a heart
as white as a lily. OF that | felt GER
tain. l loved her. Why should I
not marry her?
| So | sat down and wrote her little
note, saying simply that l loved her,
| and asking her to consent to become
my wife; and l concluded by saying
that | would call on the morrow to re-
ceive her answer
just after | had sent my letter off,
there came knock at the door
"Mr. Harvey, are you alone-can l
speak to you? ?"
'Is that you, Helena Arden? Why,
l thought you were married and gone
to California !"
~ am married to a spendthrift and
n villain" said she, with a little horse
laugh, land | am going to California
tomorrow, but | wanted to see you
first wanted to pay you something"
"For what ?"
"The roll Of work that the people
accused Hetty Dorrance, the lame girl,
of taking"
Helena, did you take it -
"Ies," she replied, reclllessly- Il
took it! | wanted money sorely just
then; the landlady wouldn't let me
have my trunks to be married until l
paid her what | owed her | was
standing by Lame Hetty that night.
l saw her lay the piles of work on the
desk; l saw them slip and fall off the
heap. | was just going away, and it
was an easy thing forme to stoop, as
if for nay own pocket handkerchief,
and pick them up. l pawned them,
thinking | could easily redeem them,
but | never did Here is the money
to pay for them. l hope Hetty was
not blamed"
She was, though, - said I, slowly.
II can't help it, said Helena, fight
lily. I've done my best. VIII YOU
see that she is righted p
"As far as | can"
And Helena went away, muttering
to herself about all her accounts being
closed at last paid but little atten-
ton to it at the time, but remembered
it afterward.
| went the next evening to Hetty's
simple lodgings, over baker shop.
Miss Dorrance!n said the bakers
wife, meeting me at the foot Of the
stairs with baby in her arms. Why,
didn't you know? She has moved
away"
"doved. And my letter -
I've got a letter here for her yes
terClay, sir, and we forwarded It to her.
No. Sc Avcnel Square, sir"
So ! went 20 36 Avenel Square lit
Jie gem of brown stone house, all bay
windows and balconies, standing in its
1"ii x lObtiiRlSr anu tItNlt " s4S IIEBsA al
.hc easement waiting for me.
'Hetty," said l, did You get my
etter ?''
Yes, Mr.. Harvey
"And what is your answer ?"
"That | will be your wife, Nj Uar-
Fey, and that | am, oh, so thankful, to
nave gained good mans love"
| stopped aid kissed her daisy face
81 suppose you are sewing here,
Hetty," said l. Its a handsome
lOuse."
"No," said Hetty, half laughing and
lalf crying. Il live here"
'You?"
"My grand uncle died" said Hettv {
He was an old bachelor, and hated {
Is all, but he couldn't take his money
With him. l have inherited it all" |
at cannot be possible !" said , rub /
,ing my forehead. +
but it is possible" said Hetty.
And it is true was just going to .
end to you to pay that ten dollar bill {
yhen | got your letter"
81 have been paid, my girl said 7,
nd l told her about Helena Arden. (
The next day we saw a paragraph i
the papers, how an unknown woman, t
18th the words Helena Arden, =" writ
en on her handkerchief, had drowned t
erself at the foot of one of the crowd ,
d East river piers. r
That is my story 1t is simple
nough, and | think it has clements OF y
Omance in it. n
Il
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