The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1880-10-17


more to mo than any other woman
great mist seemed TO have come over The
river as the girl said
We must part now, dear joe"
They walked on silently for little time |
q sail tomorrow, Hattie" he said, as
they reached the old church. "Ill bind
you by no PROMISE"
We have the world before us, and God to \
aid us, dear heart" she replied.
lie held her in his arms for one last caress,
and then released her. In another minute he
had gone.
And so they parted with wrung hearts,
fearing, as many young lovers have feared, \
that the hour glass of time or the scythe Of
death would be between them In this life.
And the river flowed on to the sea.
Joe Berthfcld returned TO New York and
10 tbs boarding house, where his worldly
goods were packed ready for transit, in de-
pressed and rcmorscful state of mind. lie
was miserable enough, Heaven knows, and
though he bit his lips until the blood almost
came, and clincled his teeth 1t was hard
work to keep the tears from starting.
II was in vain that hc inwardly cxhortcd
himself not to feel this wrnging pain in his
heart. Mature, not manhood, was upper
most. lie could not eat. but lighting n cigar
aud repairing 10 his dingy room he leaned
out of the window to enjoy his only luxury
that of thinking of Hattie lIadwin. lIc
folded his arms tightly across his breast
thinking about her, and then he INDUCED In
a romantic idea that the wind would watt her
breath 10 him, or that the same moon should
look down upon both. He had not naturally
genius for seftormcnt, quite tho reverse;
but man in love will do such things.
In his minds eye he beheld her as his
wife, and again he saw her, fretted and worn,
struggling for her father with adverse cir
cumstances, and sinking quietly but surely
while his arm would be far from her.
Within ten hours from that time Joe Berth
field was engaged at seamans wages TO work
under the engineer of the steamship Yeddo.
At . o'clock he had passed through the Mar
rows.
IL his heart was heavy his spirit was goo d /,
his belief in Iattie's faithfulness, althO' Ugh
no vows had been registered, very cons der
able his belief in his own amazingly firm.
"Success is certain till energy fails,'' said
Joe, as he commenced TO dump n lot of coal
through stokohOlc.
II was perhaps ten years after this that Il
lady, richly clad in silk and fiirs, walked up
Fifth avenue, New York, one bright, crisp,
winters day. She carried u small roll of
the large palatial houses that faced the
Catholic Cathedral.
She rang the bell and was quickly adj
mitted into the magnificent parlor. She
opened her music, laid aside her wrappings,
and taking Il short, sharp peep into superb
pier glass set in an ebony frame, revealed
the face of Hattie Hadwin.
Tall, gay, handsome, and careless, with Il
bewitching drollery about the mouth, aud u
rather masterful eye.
Presently the door was opened, and 8 Val
and willful- looking girl, with pair of Nash
ing black eyes, almost ran in. She would
have embraced Hattie on. tho spot, but tn,
latter drowned the effort in her own signif
cant way. She laid her hands on the youpt
lady's shoulders, saying:
"Wcll, Julie. ho " is tho voice. and how
have you prosperr d with the song p
Oh, Miss Hattie, papa says | am hoars,
and that l have cold, but let me try"
Hattie Had sin had the knack of maxim,
herself particularly charming to her pupils
who all adored her after the manner of yOunJ
girls. MISS Julie Van Zutphen was no excep
ton to the rule; so the two sat down an,
proceeded very amiably for some time. A
last the fantasy seized Hattie that Miss Val
Zutphen should repeat certain passage
given number of times as penalty for TIN
, falling short of the mode of performing it.
> The young girls spirit did not bear til
burden very meekly; first her pride arose
ttten modification did battle with pride, am
lastly the spirit of sullenness descended an
utterly paralyzed Miss Van Iutphens vocI
powers.
IL dreadful pause ensued. Hattie smilin
i'tO herself as the altered intonation fell upo
/ her ear, turned round and met such blaz
i of Indignation on the pretty face as mad
, her smile great deal more.
n She then commenced the song herself
a crimson rosebud into beauty breaking.
il hand oltstrctclled to pluck IT ere II fan:
An hour OF triumph and sad forsaking
And then q witlicrcd rO5elcnf-thnt iY all.
maden's heart that knoweth not love- 8 darling,
h A voice that teachcth love beyond recall:
: An hour Of Joy, M hour of bitter parting,
:. And then broken lleart-ahd that IL all.
r She sang it delicously, and i'm SO dom
t forgot, or nearly forgot, her surrounding
t The invincibe spirit of music spoke to her
: other things, and, ns her fingers wai,dcrc
. over the keys her face grew very wistful, a
: most sad, and she no longer remembere
: even to tease Miss Van Zutphen, who wa
affected like Saul, in SO far that the mutinou
0 demon was in some sort charmed out of he
I and she was pOndering how she might be-
& descend from pedestal of pride and mali
4 ! submission tn Hattie without losing h,
4 I dignity.
4 The song was finished, and both came bac
b. to realities. Hattie did not care about col
. quering herself, but was wondrously fond
4 conquering other people. So She devoted a
D instant to Miss Van Zutphen, and havil
ascertaihed by an almost inperceptibe CLAM
\ that young lady's state Of mind, she pr
4 Gecded TO apply the actual remedy. 81
!, took tho song and gave IT To her, sayin
IS very sadly:
It Until today l always sang that Sol
Il with pleasure, Julie, but you have joined
q II q less pleasant memory. | hope you vi
II like it better from this moment than
A shall"
Il And she bent over tho song and wrote
It the margin with her pencil the single wor
Il revolt"
" julio Van Zutphen gave Il convulsive gul
y but never said word.
" Hattie gave two more lessons OH the nv
nuo and then walked quickly home. II
co father, poor In the first instance, bccaI
w poorer still. An amateur musician, ho W
TO compelled TO make his pleasure minister
his necessity. Ills health failed him mo
y. than his fortune. As Hattie had said 80 HI
nd she done, and in the matter of a daught
nj he was decidedly muGl-to be-envied ma
II. When she returned he was sitting in !
to chair by the fire, thinking long Of hor, az 4
Scotch say. In her eyes he looked each Tin
a she came back more gentle, feeble al
shadowy than before.
re In quickly-tod tales like this there is
rh room, as there is no need, to detail the coul
Ie OF each day which went to make up Hat
lladwin's life. Hattie was fast growing rio
I l Work was a law and necessity, but she
not work easily; it suited her, and her gai
cd were sufficient not only TO support hers
nd and her father in exceeding comfort, hut
enable her to pay periodical visits to |
IT. National Park Bank, where sho was recei,
ne with that consideration that bespeaks
no entrance Of a person coming To deposit,
ar To draw money.
In, She was the fashion, Society liked Ii
an her splendid voice, her gracious mannr
va her habits, and her rich neutral-tn
toilettes.
ms No tidngs from Berihfeld had o