The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-09-29

Going toRsF sid IsaIa kindly: I.
my child, YOU sesla il troubl. Is. s.
Can't help you.s
The ehia uplifted her glorisus
eyes a. moment to. my face With
a stfangelook tobegppermostfeeli ling!
Thsssapppsaripg sto gan copfi;;
dence from Her perusll Of my fiat.
uses she said. "a
Il have broken the pitcher, anel
aunt will beat me for IL. oh! Lam
afraid to go home!p
@.Where is your homer asked,
"and what is your nanisST
Her old expression Of distrust re.
turned as she moved a few wstepsaway
from my side.
what doy you want to know for2'
she asked brusquely. .Itwas evident
that kindness was d thing unknown
to the poor, neglected. looking child
81 want to know simply because
feel a friendly interest in ydu. tHere
| continued, drawing fronsmy pock.
eta golden coin, is meney}to buy
another pitcher. Your aint need
not know of the breaking Of this one
and you will escape. your dreaded
punishment. Now do you believe
that / mean only kindly TO you?
The dark eyes dilated; then they
softened witha sudden film Of tears
as grasping my hand, she exclaimed
in eager, childish tones
"Oh, sir, thank you'll! Now I nced
not be afIaid togo HON lam sorry
! was so rude; but it il seldom any
but rough 8o,dscome me, Twill
tellyeuFmy naineis IL 'is-A Hattie, ant
lam old Hester's niece" ii
As | listened to her .lwords my
heart filled with pity, for 1 lac
heard dreadful stories of the kind
f life the old woman she called aunt
led, and l wondered no longer at the
manner of suspicious reserve which
had struck me as strange in one o.
her youth.
The next day 1 bade goodbye fol
another year to my home. Amid the
duties and distractions of collegiate
life the abeve episode slipped from
my mind, to be recalled once more or
perusing letter from my brother.
"Iou remember the littlegirl with
the beautiful face you befriended
when she broke her pitcher?" he
wrote: swell, she and that dreadful
old woman Hester have left the place
and no one knows why or where they
have gone. l fear that poor chile
has a sadly pitiful future before her.
Ten years had passed since the
date Of the abovc-years which lat
wrought many changes. In them
my father had died, and later, my
brother Percy, grown to man'sestate
had brought to the old home a bride
Then in the course of a year lit
tie stranger arrived, who grew and
thrived, and in due time learned tc
stretch out his arms in welcome tc
his bachelor uncle.
My friends often laughed and jok.
ed me about following my younger
brothers example and choosing q
wife; but though thirty years had
rolled over my head, l had never fell
my heart pulses throb the quicker in
the presence of any woman. But
this summer of which / am now
about to write, I could make that
boast no longer. Early in the sea
son, Percy, his wife, their three-year
old son, and myself, had come TO 9
retired nook by the ocean to spenc
the warm months. There were only
a few boarders in the small hotel be
side ourselves.
Two Of the number, an elderly
gray'haired lady, and her beautiful
companion, who l supposed was hel
daughter, interested me at first sight
Their names were Mrs. and Miss
Eustace. But though whenever We
met I exerted myself as l never hac
done before to be entertaining. die
not seem to be making much head
way towards an acquaintance with
the girl whose charm of face anc
nershad so strongly attracted me
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