The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-12-15
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81 ne Latest Aiagazil yn the table
close By, while With 5neh bright
butterayhoY ADD 4eNly.open.
ed honey:suekle gs6 against the
window TheSpfinl PIE breathed
balmiIs intd the d bent, filing
her senses With bns dreami.
ness; and3her eyes SI|i red wistfni.
lly out beyond the ded village
street thsgreea 8ud budding
willows sbotdesing Askling NJ
tie river On d mo- saeh ast this
who could endure ay. within
Idesfs2 Who coilll ~ 10 ssit
co'yn md q 1sh sloskihg
boys, stockings too, with great holes
in the heels Of them which, merely
to look at, caused her a despairing
sigh. Then the new magazine; how
she longed to unfold The crisp sheet,
luxuiate in its contents, like the
butterfly in the sweets ofthe honey.
suckle. But Hetty's life more re.
sembled that of the Zee than the but
serfy. Though only eighteen, she
was the eldest Of seven children,
mostly boys; and a goodly portion Of
the household work fell upon her
shoulders. Her mother was sharp,
bustling woman, and though without
an idea Of being unkind, often made
her daughters life irksome with dis.
tasteful tasks and wearisome confne-
ments.
A glad, girlish voice aroused Het-
ty. Looking from the window she
saw Susie Lake, one other few init
mate friends, leaning on the little
front garden gate.
"0h, Hetty, do come and walk with
me down to Aunt Ellen's. The
morning is just lovely and have
something so particulat to tell you"
"I'm afraid 1 can't, Susie. 1t is
Saturday, you know; d / am sew.
ing and watching baby asleep, while
mother is in the kitchsp.nn.
"Then I'll have totep you now, 1
suppose"
She came close under the window,
and said, in lower " GO and mis-
chievous smile:
"wAe;do You thi4k I saw Jus.
now2'
81 don't know. The new minis,
teri" '
"No, indeed; somebody very differ.
ent from that fat-faced old codger," !"
returned Susie, irreverently.
"Oh, Susie! But who was it?"
"Now, it was just Mr.. Walter
Hayes. Now amt you surprised?"
A vivid blush dyed Hetty's fair
face. She made no reply, and Susie
continued:
"His employer, Mr.. Mitchell, sent
him on business from Philadelphia,
TO c., and as this wasn't much
out of the way of his home, they gave
him leave to stop here for day two;
so he told me when l met you just
now. He arrived only an hour ago,
in the stage from Cox's station; and
that is how l came to see him before
you did, Hetty," she added, laugh.
ingly.
She passed on, leaving Hetty with
flushed cheeks, frightened eyes, and
a heart thrilling with glad excite.
ment. No wonder. For more than
year past the thought Of Walter
Hayes has been the brightest spot Of
life, around which all sweet, vague
thoughts Of happiness had clustered.
One year ago he had stood at that
same little green garden gate, in the
moonlight, on their late return from
the church concert, and bidding her
goodbye before going away 10 the
great city to seek his fortune. She
remembered how the warm, linger.
ing clasp Of his hand had thrilled her,
and how he had said at last, in q
voice that almost trembled-
"You must not forget me, Hetty
I shall think Of you always, and
when ! come back"
And just then her mother had
come on the porch, and called her in
out of the damp air; and SO he had
left her reluctantly. But now he
had come back, and she would sec
him TODAY.