The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1879-08-20
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handsome Italian villa on George
town Heights, and fancicd her
self in Eden. Mrs. Allen, the
younger, declared herself Delight
ed with the new govcrness. She's
so pretty said Mrs. Allen, 'and
has such a soft, soaring voice, and
Loo and Ole are so fond ct her.
And she drcs es Clara's hair so
oxquisitely better than any Parl-
sian maid could do.'
For Miss Clara Allen, Mr.. James
Aliens cousin from the South,
was there spending the summer,
and it was Miss Clara's dresses,
Miss Clara's jewelry, and Miss
Clara's general dash and glitter
that had awakened all these long
ing ideas in poor Rena's heart,
especially since Harold Reede had
begun TO come there 50 much.
Harold Reedc was the hand
some young rector of q nelghor-
ing church-tall, dark and dis
tinoue, lie had asked Rcna Lew
is to take charge Of q class in the
Sunday-schooi; he had escorted her
home one rainy Sunday night, as
courteously as if she had been one
Of the royal princesses; and in her
secret heart Rena thought him the
best, the noblest and the most
beautiful of human beings. Just
as the big round tears were trem-
bling on her eyeIashes, behind the
screen of Lamarque roses, in the
still sunshine Of the August after
noon, Miss Aliens voice Was heard
echoing on the stairs.
sRcna! Rena Lewis! are you
dead and buried, or what has be
come ofyou u?'
Rena startod up hurriedly,
brushing the dew from her eye
lashcs.
L am here, Miss Alcn,' said
she.
Can you play croquet?' i'm
periousIy called out the fair Clara.
a little
'Then come down at oncc,' said
Miss Alien. 'Alice Harland, tire
some thing, has gone homo with a
headache, and We want one moro
to finish the game. l don't sup
pose you arc much of a player
but you will do better than moth
ing
Little Rcna Lewis, far too much
clated by the prospect of croquet
to pay much heed to the ungra-
ciousness of the invitation, flew to
put on her hat, and came blushing
and smiling down stairs like an
animated daisy. Rev. Harold
Reede, as it chanced, was her part
ner, and he thought he had never
seen so fair and fresh q creature
as Rena, in garden hat, with ma
lures own roses on her checks:
and eyos that shone like stars be-
meath their dark fringes.
'Am l aiming right?' she said,
timidly, with upiifted mallet, one
tiny foot pressing tho ball deep
down into the grass.
Mr.. Reede smiled.
you could not have aimed more
correctly said he; and Miss Allen,
who was watching them from the
background, bit her lips and Sc
cretly regretted her haste in call
ing Miss Lewis to the rescue.
AN artful, flirting little puss,
thought she. But at this moment
Mrs. St. Jerome-a fine lady, with
berouged countcnance and a
costume like unto the French
plates in the magazines-called
out, tragically:
It's the very one!'
Dear me, Mrs. St. Jerome said
Clara, with nervous start, what
can you mean by frightening one
out Of ones wits 2
4 have seen her at Mrs. Browns,
cried the fine lady. 1 knew hel
countenance was familiar to me-
| never yet was mistaken III (;
tacc-scouring the front doorstops
and sseeping out the hail.
who on earth do you mean ?
cried Mrs. Alien half inclined te
believe her friepd was going mad
Il mean her, said Mrs. St. Je
rome, pointing straight at poor
blushing Rena with the handle o
hor pearl silver fan.
'Sho is not Mistaken said Rena