The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-12-15

Hetty lest all heart and hope az
ho 1R1l a. gibpdtll
'layeher head on her mothers knee
and tell her all. But Mrs. Lockwood,
though she really loved her children,
was not one of those gentle aud sym
pathetic mothers to whom their chill.
dren thus turn; and poor Hetty went
again to her lonely room, and wrap.
ping herself in a shawl, seated her.
self at the window and looked list
lessly out.
A few people were passing. She
hardly noticed them, until she sud-
denly met pair Of brown eyes, and a
hat was lifted; and she drew back
with burning cheeks and a beating
heart, as Walter Hayes passed. How
handsome he looked and as her
mother had observed, how improved
in appearance-with so much of
manliness and dignity And She
what could he think Of her, sitting
there pale and forlorn.lookin, with
her hair all disordered about her
face? He might come this evening,
perhaps, and yet she hardly wished
It now. 1t would only be painful to
see him, and find him changed
Still, she dressed herself and went
down stairs, though her head was
throbbing and she felt really ILL
And all the evening she waited and
watched as she had done before; and
Walter never came, and she knew
now that he did not care to see her.
And so ended the long dreary day.
Next morning Hetty arose fever.
ish and i'll. But she busted herself
about the household work; and when
her mother, observing only that she
was dull and languid, remarked that
she needed a walk, and desired her
to carry little jar of butter to old
Mrs. Simpson, she made no object.
ion. The day was pleasant though
cool, and wrapping herself in a warm
shawl of her mothers and tying a
pink-lined hood about her face,
Hetty sat off alone on her walk.
1t was rather long distance that
she had to go-out of the village and
across field, and then by a lonely
pathway lying along the foot Of a
hill. Mrs. Simpson kept her some
time talking; and it was late when
the girl set out on her return.
Slowly retracing the little path.
way under the dropping beeches,
Hetty paused at the stile which led
into the open field. 1t was pleasant
here. The sun shed a golden light
over the beech boughs, and a breath
of spring-time woodland fragrance
fioated on the air. Somehow Hetty
felt soothed, as she stood resting oil
the stile, and looking dreamily at
the white clouds overhead.
An approaching footstep startled
her. Turning, she saw a mans fig.
ure coming up the pathway, and an.
other glance showedsher that it was
Walter Hayes. Her heart gave a
great throb and then seemed TO
stand still.
He came on straight toward her
his hand extended, his lips smiling,
his eyes looking straight into her
own.
"Hettyl"
She looked up at him, halfin hope;
half in doubt, and the color came
and went on her face.
"Hetty--I have wanted so muce to
see you"
She could not mistake the sincerity
of his tone, or the look of the brown
eyes; and she answered simply and
naively.
~ though you had forgotten me-"
Forgotten your
She could not have told how it
happened; but somehow she found
herself seated on the step Of the stile
with Walter beside her, and her cheek
close, ah! very close to his; whilst all
the world around seemed transformed
into a strange beauty and glory.
Such miracles does a moment some.
times work in our lives.
As they walked slowly homeward
together, he told her what one thing
and another had prevented his see.
ing her; among the rest, Bill, having
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