The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-12-15
,earance as now, while she. arrayed

tvlVIeu ufeho, Win knOt OF rose
colored ribbon at her throat, and an,
other hestllng like a freshly-bloomed
rose In the ripples Of her brown hair
How anxiously she listened for the
expected;ring at the front door
How tumultuously her heart beat
when at,length 1t came, and how
heavy 1t sank when old Deacon
Brown stalked I'M. to discuss some
hufch-matters. with her fatheri-
Then she beganto look .at.tiie clock;
and heriheart grew,fainter and fain.
ter as she sSwsit travelling slowly
round to s O'clock, In Riverside
lllpil
aquarter ofnine Deacon Browntook
leave, Hetty also arose, and lighting
her bedroom candle went slowly and
sadly yupstairs.
When, next morning, she came
down, her mother remarked, as she
busted herself about the breakfast ia.
ble-
"Hetty, Walter Hayes was here
last night"
"Oh, motherl"
There was something almost pa.
thetic in the look and tone; but Mrs.
Lockwood was too busy with the
steaming coffee-pot to perceive it."
"He came in just as you had gone
upstairs, she continued. "He asked
for you, but it was too late, / thought
it hardly worth calling you down
again. He had been seeing Miss
Mitchell home to her aunt's-that
Philadelphia girl, you know, and /
didn't know until he mentined it,
that she was a niece ofhis employer,
Mr.. Mitchell. He is certainly i'm.
proved. To my mind, there's moth
ing like city life for giving people
what they call style now. Make Ed.
dies milk-tea, whilst / pour out the
Coffee
81 think" observed Mr.. Lockwood,
as he took his place at the table and
cut into the cold corned-beef, 81
think I heard Harry Tunstall say
yesterday that young Hayes was pay.
ing attention to Miss Mitchell. He
said he had seen them together in
Philadelphia. She's handsome girl,
and her fathers got money. IfNNal.
ter marries her he will do well-don't
bolt your food like that; cut it prop
erly, sir, before eating"
Hetty turned suddenly sick at
heart. She said nothing, but she
could not swallow her breakfast, and
her mother presently remarked upon
her pale looks.
"Don't you feel well, child9' ]
noticed that you were fidgetty and
nervous last night. YOU'RE feverish,
doubt, with the spring weather"
1t wasn't much like spring to-day
One of the sudden changes peculiar
to the tickle month of April had
taken place, and cold breeze and
leaden clouds replaced the balmy
airs and sunny skies of yesterday. II
began to drizzle, too, as the family
arose from the breakfast table; and
bleak and cherries prospect was
presented without.
Hetty was glad that her mother
permitted her to go to her room and
lie down. There was never a FIRE in
her room; but she drew the bedclothes
over her head, and wished that she
could thus shut herself out from the
whole world. She felt forlorn and
miserable. All her sweet foolish
dreams of love seemed to have been
rudely stricken at a blow. Walter
had ceased to care for her. He hac
not been proos against q years alb
sence. He had been won from hel
by that handsome, stylish girl from
Philadelphia; and Hetty hid her face
in her pillow, and almost wished she
could die.
1t was the darkest day she had ev
er known. She tried to read her bi
BILE, but could not fix her thoughts or
it, and closed it in despair. Sh,
listened to the dismal beat Of thu
slow falling rain, and at time'
watched the swaying Of the half
budding tree branches in the chill
wind. The cherry tree before hel
window had been yesterday whiten
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