The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1879-01-31
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4 Tale Of Everyday Life.
THE THIRD.


There was to be a juvenile ball at 25,
Daily Crescent a Twelfth Night bslI-and
the tiny king of the festival was to lie the
Laly son of Maurice Capel. He had mar
ried the woman of his mothers choice soon
after Hetta was driven from the house, and
it was in honor of the birth of another
Maurice Capel that his crandsire proposed
to throw open his doors to the youthful
members of his lady's large circle of ac-
quaintanCes.
The Misses Capel had ordered new dress
es of ther own fancying from fashionable
modiste, and it was their whim that their
skirts should be trimmed with scarlet flow
ers OF a most expensive description. Ma
d; me declared that she should have to send
expressly to Paris, but this was false, her
best flowers Eeing made by a young girl
whose taste in grouping them and blending
the colors was exquisite. Strict lnjunctlons
were given to the florist to have the garni-
lures ready Iy a certain Eour, and to expe-
dite her progress, she was told why they
were wanted and by whom they would be
worn.
More than once a tear fell upon them as
she sat il. the poorly furnished sitting room
of her faithful friend-for Hetta Capel still
loved the cousins who had discarded her.
Did they ever think OF her now? What
would they say if they kew that it. was she
who had devised the wreaths and bouquets
with which they would adorn themselves !?
g Have ye nearly done, Miss Heta, darl
ing ?" asked old Nanny, who was sitting
with her bonnet and shawl on ready to take
home the word RS soon as it was completed.
That well but it's a shame that you
should have made them for somebody else
instead of yJur own pretty self you don't
have a single pleasure in life--you that once
had so many. Dear heart when l think of
the Christmas and New Years presents that
used to be sent to you-but that minds me,
Miss Hetta, dear, that you're not quite for
gotten. The old apple woman Biddy, came
to the door this morning and popped this
parcel into my hf nas. You'll open 1t before
you 60 out, won't you ?"
Hetta smiled, hesitated, and then cut the
string Of the parcel. All, the doctor knew
precisely what she most needed at this in
clement season. A set of furs, not very
costly, but well chosen, and soft, warm
crimson scarf, to wrap around her slender
throat how it cheered her to find that one
friend thought kindly of her still
I'D dearly like to know who sends these
parcels, Miss Hetta, said Nanny. Il used
to think it must be Mr. Maurice, till we
heard that he was married. But Biddys as
close as wax MT word viii she say, coax
her as much as / will.
s'There's warmer, truer hearts, thank
heaven, than Maurice Capers,'' sighed Het-
tn ''a and if l were rich, Nanny, I would
soon devise some way of proving my graft
tude to the one generous friend who never
forgets me but, alas work hard as l will,
we can barely live"
"That's because I've got such an unfortu
nate appetite !" lamented Nanny. elf /
could but do without eating! Now, don't
ye laugh Miss Hetta, just as I'm so misera-
ble, and there's footsteps coming up the
stairs. It's never the landlord for the rent
and we not ready for him >"
Silently, Hetta slipped her hand into the
woman's and they stood together, listening.
till the steps paused at their door. It
openend. Mr.. and Mira. Capel appeared,
and, with a joyous cry, their niece bounded
towards them. Had they discovered her in
nocence, and hastened thitber to express
their regret? But, no; they waved her
aside to make room for a gray-haired stran-
ger. Wonder of wonders. It was the fa-
ther she had SO long mourned as dead He
had been saved by an Indian Begun, who
had not only nursed him back to health,
but had given him a high post in her own
court, reluctantly consenting at last to his
returning to his native land, where he had
just arrived, enriched by her costly pres.
ents.
'My child,' he said, mournfully, as Het-
ia few to him, "my Joy at beholding you
once more is marred by the tidings that you
have disgraced yourself. Can this lie true -
Hetta wrung her hands and looked from
one to the other. 70 tell all now would
sound as if she sought to avenge herself on
those who had so hastily condemned her to
remain silent would be to lose her fathers
affection forever.
But while she hesitated, Mrs. Capel in
! terposed.
cit is evident that Hetta is obstinateIy
determined not to confess, but you shall
have proofs of her guilt. The fellow for
| whom she forfeited our esteem is frequently
seen lurking about the neighborhood. A
| message purporting to come from this unwor-
thy girl, has been conveyed to him, and he
will be here directly
All madam, what have you done !? %
gasped Hetta.
My duty" was the exultiag reply, for
Mrs. Capel. in her anxiety to prove that she
had acted rightly. was pitiless. "We will
bring you face to face with your secret lover
and his first words when you meet will,
doubtless, confirm all have averred."
/! There was tap at the door, and Leonard