The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-07-06

more OF Sucn sang Idih llOLl ou:
said his mother, reproving!y.
And Hctty,' said her little sis
ter, as she carefully drew Oft and
'f5fded Ter gfoves:
Hayes telling Mrs. Green that
Walter and Miss Mitchell we're
going back tomorrow to Phia-
de!phia, and Mrs. Green said she
supposed that was one reason Of
his coming to Riverside, that he
might travel home with her.
Hetty lost all heart and hope at
this. She longed for sympathy
to lay her head on her mothers
knee and tell her all. But Mrs.
Lock wood, though she really loved
her children, was not one Of these
gentle and sympathetic mothers
to whom their children thus turn ;
and Hetty won't again to her lone
ly room, and wrapping herself in
a shawl, seated herself at the
window and looked listiessly QUE.
A few people we. passing. She
hardly noticed them, until she
suddenly met pair Of brown
eyes and she drew back with
burning checks and a beating
heart as Walter Hayes passed
How handsome be looked and
rs her mother had observed. how
improved in appearance. And
she-what could he think Of her,
sitting there pale and forlorn-
looking, with her hair all dis
ordered about her face? he might
come this evening, perhaps, and
yet she hardly wished it now. 1t
would only be painful to see him.
Still, she dressed herself and
and down stairs, though went
head was throbbing and she felt
really i'll. And all the evening
she waited and watched, and Wal,
ter never came, and she knew
that he did not care to see her.
And so ended the long, dreary
day.
Next morning Hetty arose few
erish and iii. But she busted her.
self about The household work !;
and when her mother, observing
only that she was dull and Ian
guild, remarked that she needed a
walk and desired her to carry a
jar Of butter to old Mrs. Simpson,
she made no objection. The day
was pleasant, and tying pink
lined hood about her face, Hetty
set off alone on her walk.
1t was rather u long distance
that she had to go-out Of the viii
lage and across a 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, Hctty paused at the stile
which led into the open field. 1t
was pleasant there. The sun
shed golden light over the beech
boughs, and a breath of spring
time fragrance foated on the air.
Somehow Hetty felt soothed as
she stood resting on the stiIe and
looked dreamily at the white
clouds overhead.
An approaching footstep star
tied her. Turning, she saw
mans figure coming along the
path way. Her heart gave a great
throb, and then seemed TO stand
stm.
He came straight towards her
his hand extended, his lip smiling
bis eyes looking straighkinto hcl
own.
| 'Hetty?
( She looked up at him, half ir
hope, half in doubt, and the color
came ana went on her face.
'Hetty, have wanted so muct
to see you
She could not mistake the sin
cerity of his tone or the look O
the brown eyes, and she answered
simply and naiGely:
Il thought you had forgottc!
me-
Forgotten you?'
She could not have told how j
happened: but somehow she toun'
herself seated on the step Of tn
stile with Walter beside her, ant
her cheek cIose-ah very Close
to his, whilst all the world arount
seemed transformed into q strang'
beauty and glory. Such q miracl
does a moment sometimes TOrl