Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-05-05

you, but II Was so late / thought II
hardly worth while 10 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 mentioned it.
that she was niece Of his employer,
Mr.. Mitchell. He has certainly i'm
proved. To my mind there is nothing
like city life for giving people what
they call style now. Make Eddie's
milk toast whilst pour out the coffee.
Il think, observed Mr. Lockwood as
he took his place at the table, and cut
into the cold corned beef; Il think |
heard Harry Tunstall say yesterday
that young Hayes was paying attvn-
ton to Miss Mitchell. She's a hand
some girl, and her fathers got money.
If Walter marries 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
locks.
Don't you feel we'll, child ? | no
ticed that you were fidgety last night.
You're feverish, / doubt, 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 ov,
er 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 had been won from her by
that handsome stylish girl from Phi.a-
delphia; 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.
'Het,' said Bill, upon his return frem
church, i 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 shine
up some she'll cut you out.
William. don't let me hear any
more of such slang talk from you, said
his mother, reprovingly,
'Hetty,' said her little sister, as she
carefully drew off and folded her
gloves i heard Kate Hayes telling
Mrs. Green that Walter and Miss
Mitchell were going back to-m morrow to
Philadelphia, 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. Lockwood, though she
really loved her children, was not one
of those gentle and sympathetic moth
ers 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
listlessly out.
A few people were passing. She
hardly noticed them, until she sudden.
ly met pair Of brown eyes; and she
drew back with burning cheeks and a
beating heart as Walter Hayes passed.
How handsome he looked and as Ter
mother had observed, how improved
in appearance. And she--wha; could
he think Of her, sitting there pale and
forlorn looking, with her hair all dis
ordered aoout her face =? He might
come this evening perhaps: and yet she
hardly wished it now. 1t would only
be painful 10 see him. Still, she
dressed herself and went down stairs,
though her head was throbbing and
she felt really i'll. And all the even
ing she waited and watched. and Wal
ter never came, and she knew he did
not care to see her. And so ended the
long, dreary day.
Next morning Hetty arose, feverish
and i'll. But she busted herself about
the household work; and when her
mother, observing only that she need
ed walk, and desired her to carry a
jar of butter to old Mrs. Simpson, she
made no objection. The day was pleas
ant, and tying pink lined hood about
her face, Hetty set off alone on her
walk.
1t was rather a long distance that
she had to go-out of the village and
across field, and then by lonely
pathway lying along the foot of hill.
Mrs. Simpson kept her some time talk
ing, and it was late when the girl set
OUT on her return.
Slowly retracing the little pathway.
Hetty paused at the stile which led in
to the open field. 1t was pleasant
there. The sun shed a golden light
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