Weekly Trinity journal., 1873-11-15
NUMBER 46.

the matter, the more uneasy felt.
Perhaps she is dead And With that
last overwhelming thought came full
revelation of my heart.
l had grown to love Lame Hotty Dor
rance. Well, and why not l could AZ
ford a wife as we'll as most men. Hetty
was only sewing girl and lame at that,
but she had face like one of Gods an
gels and heart as white as q lily. OF
that felt certain. loved her. Why
should 1 not marry herr
So sat down and wrote her a little
note, saying SIMPLY that loved her, and
asked her to consent to become my wife {;
and l concluded by saying that l would
call on the morrow to receive my answer.
Just after had sent my letter off there
came a knock at the door.
"Mr. Harvey, are you alonef Can l
speak to you moment ?"
"Is that you Helena Arden ? l thought
you were married and gone to Califor-
MIA ?"
~ am married to a spendthrift and
vllain," said she with hoarse laugh,
"and am going to California to-mor-
row but l want to see you first. I want
to pay you something"
"For what ?"
"The roll of work that people accused
Hetty Dorrance, the lame girl, Of having
taken."
Helena, did you take il"
Yes," she cried, recklessly, took
it. I wanted money sorely, then tho
landlady wouldn't let me have my trunks
to be married until paid her what
owed her. was standing by Lame Het-
ty that night. saw her lay the piles Of
work on the desk saw them slip and
fall off the heap. was just going away,
and it was an easy thing for me to stoop
as if for my handkerchief and pick them
up. pawned them, thinking could
redeem them, but never did. Here is the
money to pay for them. l hope Hetty
was not blamed"
"She was though" said slowly.
:" 1 cart help it," said Helena, fight
lily, I've done my best. Will you SEQ
that she is righted ?"
" AS far as / can"
And Helena went away muttering 70
herself about all the accounts being clos
cd at last. l paid little attention to it at
the time, but remembered it afterwards.
went next evening to Hetty's simple
lodging over bakers shop.
"Miss Dorrance," said the bakers
wife, meeting me at the foot OF the stairs
with baby in her arms. why, didn't
you know she had moved away ?"
"Moved away And my letter ~
We got letter here for her yester-
day, sir, and forwarded it to her. No.
SO, Avenue Square, SIR"
SO went to l6 Avenue Square, little
gem Of brown stone house, all bay win
dows and balconies, standing in its own
grounds, and there was Hetty in the case-
ment, watching for me.
" Hetty," said /, "did you get my
letter ?"
/" Yes, Mr.. Harvey"
=" And what is your answer :"
"That 1 will be your wife, Mr.. Har-
vey, and that am, oh, so thankful, to
have gained good mans love-"
stopped and kissed her smiling face.
I" / suppose you are sewing here Het-
ty ?" said /. "It's handsome house."
mo" said Hetty, half crying and
half laughing. 81 live here"
"You?"
My great uncle died." said Hetty.-
" He was crusty old bachelor, and hat
ed us all, but he couldn't take his money
with him. inherited it ALL"
"It cannot be possible" said I, rub
bing my forehead.
"But it is possible" said Hetty. Sand
it is true. l was just going to send you
that ten dollar bill when got your let
tor"
81 have been paid, my girl," said I,
and told her about Helena Arden.
Next day VIC saw little paragraph in
tho papers, how an unknown woman,
with the words Helena Arden written on
her handkerchief, had drowned herself ut
the foot of one Of the East River piers.
This is my story. 1t is simple enough,
and think it has the elements Of ro-
nance in it.