The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1875-11-24
WEDNESDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER "a, 1875.

avowal? What tingling memory
it was? She saw herself as she stood
at that moment attired in the most
exquisite fabrics, the acknowledged
queen of the fete, and he, handsome
and poor, had brought answer to
his question on her very cheeks, in
her very eyes.
The blood burnt her face now; /;
but as she came in sight of the no.
bic dwelling it receded, leaving her
pale and almost faint.
She stormed at herself for being
so supremely foolish but the tears
were very near her tired eyes, for
all that.
Huge trunks blocked up the hall.
A loud, CHEEKY voice sounded, that
struck woefully against her heart ;
and the first person she saw was
stalwart, handsome Bart Hayden,
just coming forward as he issued
his orders to the men who were
taking the boxes up stairs. ''What
right had he to look so suddenly
RADIANT"
"Laura- dear Miss Stetson r
exclaimed the young man, hurrying
towards her.
But Laura's face was like steel.
She made a cold little bow, and
did not choose to see the hand he
extended.
"Welcome home, Mr.. Hayden" !"
she said in cold, set voice. II came
to bring some"-she could not say
work, 'something for your sister.
I generally go to her room. Is she
there?"
He fell back q little. Strange
how the light went out of his
face.
"I-I rather think she may be
engaged" he said in a laundering,
confused way; there might have
been a little anger in his voice:
'but-yes, perhaps you had better
go up," and he turned on his heel.
"He didn't like to speak of his
wife, and no WONDER" half sobbed
Laura, to herself, a choking sensa-
ton in her throat.
It was queer how the stairs bob
bed about, but, perhaps, the thick
drops on her lashes might explain
it.
"What in the deuce makes her act
so Oddly" muttered young Hayden;
then in tender voice, ''poor little
thing! it's pride I suppose; but
she might have seemed a little glad
to see me, T think" and then he
kicked box out of his path, and
went moodily to the door.
Annie Hayden was alone.
II am so glad you brought il" D."
she cried, "Oh! doesn't it look
beautiful? What a fairy fingers you
are!' and she shook out the creamy
satin with ordinations of de-
light
ssSit down, won't you, I've so
much to tell you. Bart has come
home"
eyes, I know it; but I can't wait
mot a moment. It will be getting
dark, and-and-" She grew des-
perate with the fear that Annie
would see her tears, and the trem-
bling mouth; and STOPPING, snatch
ed up the bill, and placed it in the
hand of her patroness.
"Oh! so sorry, 1 suppose you
won't mind waiting for the pay till
next week."
eve are out OF wood and coal, "
said Laura, her cheeks crimson ;
"and in fact, we need the mo-
ney."
| sDear me! dear me! I was so
thoughtless to spend every cent I
had. But stop-Iu go down and
ask Bart"
Laura felt as if she could sink
through the floor.
"Stop!" she said, OBTAINING An.
ME by hold on her arm, her face
quite white and proud again. 81
can't wait, never mind. Of course
can depend upon you by Wednes'
day."
It'll run around before, perhaps
Must you go? You don't know
| how much have to tell you. Well,
then good night.
Laura had not worn her veil.
The tears were running down he1
cheeks as she hastily descended the
steps of the palace-like house, and
Bart Hayden, who happened to be
thora saw them. Oh the hufnilia