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length it came, and how heavily it sank
when old Deacon Brown stalked in to
discuss church matters with her father.
Then she began to look at the clock, and
her heart grew fainter and fainter as she
saw it travelling slowly round to eight
o'clock. In Riverside they kept early
hours, and when at a quarter to nine
Deacon Brown took leave Hetty also
rose, and lighting her bedroom candle,
went slowly and sadly up stairs.
When next morning she came down,
her mother remarked, as she busted her.
self with the breakfast table:
'.Hetty, Walter Hayes was here a
night" =,
'Oh, motherp'
There was something almost pathetic
in the look and tone, but Mrs. Lockwood
was too busy with the steaming coffee
pot to perceive it.
HE came just as you had gone up
stairs" she continued. HE asked for
you, but it was so late thought it hard
ly worth while to call you back again. He
had been seeing Miss Mitchell home to
her aunt's-that Philadelphia girl, you
know; and didn't know until he men,
toned it, that she was niece of his en-
ployer, Mr.. Mitchell. He is certainly
improved. To my mind there is nothing
in the world like city life for giving peo-
pie what they call style now. Make
Eddie's milk toast while I pour out the
coffee"
II think" observed Mr.. Lockwood, as
he took his place at the table and cut
into the cold corned beef: II think I
heard Harry Tunstall say yesterday that
Young Hayes was paying attention to
Miss Mitchell. She's handsome girl,
and her fathers got money. If Walter
marries her he will do well--dop'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 swal-
low her breakfast and her mother pres
emily remarked upon her pale looks.
Don't you feel we'll, child? no.
ticed that you were fidgety last night.
You're feverish, 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 bedclothes over
her head and wished 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 o 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
10 J,p,or Tbora che cos1 No I1Co
in STAYING up stairs 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.
"Het," said Bill, on 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, tell you, and if you don't shine
up some she'll cut you out"
civilian, don't you let me hear 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, 81 heard Kate Hayes telling Mrs.
Green that Walter and Miss Mitchell
were going back tomorrow to Philadel-
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 all courage at
this. She longed for sympathy-to lay
her head on her mothers knees 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 room,
and, wrapping herself in q shawl, seated
herself at window and looked listlessly
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 must he think of
her, sitting there pale and forlorn look
ing, with her hair all disordered about
her face? He might come this evening,
perhaps, and yet she hardly wished it
now. 1t wonld only be painful to see
him; still, she dressed herself and went
down stairs, though her head was throb-
bling and she felt really i'll. And all the
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