Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1879-07-31

elated by the prospect of croque
to pay much heed to the ungra-
cicusness of the invitation, flew +
pnt on her hat, and came blushin.
and smiling down stairs like al
animated daisy. Rev. Harol,
Reede, as it Glanced, was her part
ner, and he though he had neve
seen so fair and fresh a crea-
ture as Rena, in garden hat, will
natures own roses on her checks
and eyes that shonc like stars be-
meath their dark fringes.
cam l aiming right ?' she said
timidly, with uplifted mallet, on,
tiny foot pressing the ball decl
down into the grass.
Mr.. Reede SMILED.
"4ou could not have aimed more
correctly" said he and Miss Allen
who was watching them from the
backwindow, bit her lips and
secretly regretted her haste IN call.
ing Miss Lewis to the rescue.
IAN arttul, flirting little puss,' ,
thought she. But at this moment
Mrs. ST. Jerome-a fine lady, with
a berouged countenance and COS
tune like unto the French plates
in the magazines-called ont, trag.
icallv:
"lt's the very one -
"Dear me, Mrs. ST. Jerome,' %
said Clara, with a nervous start,
"what can you mean by trighten-
ing one ont of ones wits %
81 have seen her at Mrs.
Brown's," cried the fine lady. Il
knew her countenance was familiar
to mel never yet as mistaken in
tace-scouring the front doorsteps
and sweeping out the hall"
"Who on earth do you mean a''
cried Mrs. Allen, half inclined to
believe her friend was going mad.
81 mean her," said Mrs. ST..
Jerome, pointing straight at poor
blushing Rena with the handle of
her pearl-and-silver fan.
"Rnt you must be mistaken"
said Mrs. Allen.
"She is not mistaken" said Rena,
with burning checks. "I-I was
Mrs. Browns servant=maid before
L came here"
Miss Allen recoiled from the
contact of Rcna's hutterinp scarf.
Mrs. St. Jerome sank upon a
garden seat, with her smelling
bottle pressed to her nose. Mrs.
Allen drew herself up haughtily.
"You never told ne this" said
she. Rena's lips quivered, the
tears rushed to her eyes:
"Was it any disgrace 2" said she.
'sOf course you won't keep her,"
said Clara.
"Certainly not" said Mrs. Allen,
"and [ shall never forgive Mrs.
Brown for practicing su;h deceit
as this upon me."
Little Rena dropped her mallet
on the grass and ran into the house,
scarcely waiting until she reached
her own room, to burst into the
bitterest tears she had ever shed.
"It is such u cruel world I" she
sohbed sob ! why will people look
and speak SO unEindly oh, l wish
that | were dead ~
She went back to Mrs. Brown,
who received her, tguratively
speaking, with open arms. "If
people will be tools, my DEAR" said
she, sits no fault of yours. You
shall stay with me until we can
hear of another situation"
But the one circumstance of all
that troubled Rena most, and
which, frank though size was, she
could not contide to good Mrs.
Brown, was the certainty that she
should never see Harold Reede no
more. In this, however, it chanccd
that she was mistaken. She had
not been three days within the
shelter of her old home when Rev.
Mr.. Reede was announced. Rena
came blushing down to see him.
ell thought you would avoid
me," she faltered, "atter what hap~
pened at the croquet ground"
"Avoid you 2" repeated he
"For what do you take mo, Miss
Lewis Stay il minute. Let me
speak. | have always admired
you; but upon that afternoon |
comprehended my own heart. l
knew then that | loved you"
And Rena, i'll the blisstul con-
fusion of her contending emotion,
knew not what answer to make
"So," said Mrs. Brown, shrewdly,
eve have no need to look out fresh
situations, ell No situation like
that of n wife, Rena."
And all the brightness of Mrs.
Harold Recde's life had it's supply
ing fount from the croquet ground,
Oh Georgetown Heights, where
Rena Lewis suffered that cruel