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

more OF such slang talk from you,
said his mother, reprovlng!y.
!! And Hetty,' said her little sis
ter, as she carefully drew u. anc
folded her gloves. i heard I1a-t.17
Hayes telling Mrs. Green that
Walter and Miss Mitchell were
going back tomorrow to Fhila
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 loDged 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
10 whom their children thus turn
and Hetty wont again to her lone.
" room, and wrapping herself i'll
q shawl, seated herself at the
window and looked listlessly QUO.
A few people were passing. She
hardly noticed them, until she
suddenly met a pair of brown
eyes; and she drew back with
burning checks and a beating
heart as Walter Hayes passed.
How handsome be looked and
as 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 fell
really i'll. And all the evening
she waited and watched, and Wal.
ter never can 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 lam
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 long distance
that she had to gc-out Of the vii
lage and across q field, and then
by 8 lonely path way 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 tioated 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 star
tied her. Turning, she saw
mans figure coming along the
path way. Her heart gave great
throb, and then seemed to stand
stin.
He came straight towards her
his hand extended, his lip smiling
his eyes looking straightinto her
own.
'Hettyr
She looked up at him, half in
hope, half in doubt, and the color
came ara went on her face.
'Hetty, have wanted so much
to see you
She could not mistake the sin
cerity Of his tone or the look Of
the brown eyes, and she answered,
simply and naieely:
4 thought you had forgotten
me-
Forgotten you?'
She could not have told how ita
happened 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, whilst all the world around
seemed transformed into q strange
beauty and glory. Such a miracle
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