The Princeton union., 1881-04-28
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heard Harry Tunstall say yesterday that
young Hayes was paying attention to
Miss Mitchell. She's a handsome girl,
and her fathers got money. If Walter
marries her he will do well-don't bolt
your food like that, cut it properly, 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, child? I no.
ticed chat you were fdgety last night.
You're feverish, I doubt not, with the
spring weather"
Hetty was glad that her mother per-
mitted her to 60 to her room and lie
down. There was never fire in her
room, but she drew the bed-clothes 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 dream of love seemed to
have been rudely stricken at blow.
Walter had ceased to care for her. He
had been won from her by that hand
some, stylish girl from Philadelphia
and Hetty hid her face in her pillow
and almost wished that she could die.
Her mother sent for her to come
down to dinner. There was, she said,
no use in staying upstairs in the cold,
and the child would be better by the
fire, with some nice, warm soup. In
there all the afternoon Hetty sat, while
her father and the boys went to church
and her mother read "Baxter's Rise and
Progress " and sang dismal hymns to the
baby. .... $685..
"Het," said Bill, upon his return
from church, II saw your old beau, Mr..
Walt. Hayes, at church with Miss
Mitchell, and he shook hands with me
and asked me how the family was. She's
real swell, I tell you, and, if you don't
chine up some, she'll cut you out"
William, don't let me here any more
of such slang talk from you," said his
mother, reprovingly. -
"And Hetty," said her little sister, as
she carefully drew off and folded her
gloves, II heard Kate Hayes telling
Mrs. Green that Walter and Miss
Mitchell were going back tomorrow to
Philadelphia, and Mrs. Green said she
supposed that was one reason of his
coming to Riverside, that he might
travel home with her." q
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. Lockwood, though she
really loved her children, was not one of
those gentle and sympathetic mothers
to whom their children thus turn and
Hetty went again to her lonely room,
and, wrapping herself in shawl, seated
herself at the window and looked list
lessly out.
A few people were passing. She
hardly noticed them, until she suddenly
met pair of brown eyes and she drew
back with burning cheeks and beating
heart as Walter Hayes passed. How
handsome he looked and, as her mother
had observed, how improved in appear
ance. And she-what could he think of
her, sitting there pale and forlorn look
ing, with her hair all disordored 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 went
down stairs; though her head was throb-
bing and she felt really i'll. And all the
evening she waited and watched, and
Walter never came, and she knew that
he did not care to see her. And so ended
the long. dreary day.
Next morning Hetty arose feverish
and ill. But she busted herself about
the household work and when her
mother, observing only that she was dull
and languid, remarked that she needed
q walk, and desired her to carry 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.
It was rather long distance that she
had to go-out Of the village and across
n field, and then by lonely pathway
lying along the foot of a hill. Mrs.
Simpson kept her some time talking, and
it was late when tired girl set out on her
return.
Slowly retracing the little pathway,
Hetty paused at the stile which led into
the open field. It was pleasant there.
The sun shed golden light over the
beech boughs and breath Of spring. time
fragrance hoated on the air. Somehow
Hetty felt soothed as she stood resting
on the stile and looked dreamily at the
white clouds overhead.
An approaching footstep startled her.
Turning, she saw a mans figure COM
ing along the pathway, Her heart gave
a great throb, and shen seemed to stand
still.
He came straight toward her, his hand
extended, his lip smiling, his eyes look
ing straight into her own.
"Hetty p
She looked up at him, half in hope,
half in doubt, and the color came and
went on her face.
"Hetty, I have wanted so much 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
II thought you had forgotten me-"
Forgotten you?''
She could not have told how it hap
pened, 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, while all the
world around seemed transformed into a
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