The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-05-19


and Hei,y hid her face in her pillow an,
! almost wished tha, she could die
Her mother sent Tor her 10 come dowl
70 dinner There WAS. she said. no use II
staying mp stairs IN the cold, aud the chile
would bc better by the FIRE. with some nie'
warm soup In there all the afternoon
Hetty sat- while her father and the boy
went TO church and her mother read 'Bsx
ter's Rise and PROCESS, and sang disma
hymns 10 the baby.
Het. said Bill, upon his return from
church. saw your old beau, Mr.. Walter
Hayes at church with Miss Mitchell, and
} he shook hands with me aud 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 you let me hear any more
Of such slang talk from you, said his moth
er, reprovingly.
And Hetty, said her little sister, as she
carefully drew off and folded her gloves.
| heard Kate Hayes telling Mrs. Green that
Walter and Miss Mitchell were going back
to morrow to Philadelphia, and Mrs.
Green said she supposed that was one rea-
son 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 sympath etic mothers to whom then
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
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 observ-
ed, how improved in appearance. And
she-what would he think of her. sitting
there pale and forlorn looking, with her
hair all disordered about her face? He
might come this evening, perhaps, and yet
she hardly wished it now. II would only
be painful to see him. Still, she dressed
herself and went down stairs, though her
head was throbbing and she felt really i'll.
And all the evening she waited and watch
ed, 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 Ian
guild, remarked that she needed 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.
II was rather long distance that she
had to go-out of the village anasacross
field, and then by n lonely pathway lying
along the foot of hill Mrs Simpson
kept her some time talking, and it was
late when the girl set out on her return.
Slowly retracing the little pathway,
Hetty paused at the little stile which
led into the open field 1t was pleasant
there The sun shed golden light over
the beech bows, and breath Of spring
time fragrance foated on the air. Some
how Hetty felt soothed as she stood rest
ing on the stile and looked dreamily on the
the white clouds overhead
An approaching footstep startled her.
Turning, she saw mans figure coming
along the pathway. Her heart gave a
great throb, and then seemed to stand
still
He came straight toward her, his hand
extended, his lip smiling, his eyes looking
straight into her own.
Hetty
She looked up at him, half in hope, half
in doubt, and the color came and went on
her face.
Hetty, have wanted so much to see
you.
She could not mistake tie sincerity OF ,
his tone or the look OF his lrown eyes, and {
she answered simply and nively:
| thought you had forgotten me. q
Forgotten you?
She could not have told low it happen |
ed; but somehow she found herself seated
on the step of the stile witt Walter beside ,
her, and her cheek close all very close 4
to his, whilst all the word around seem S
I'd transformed into a strange beauty and /
glory. Such miracles does moment /
sometimes work in our lives.
As they walked flowly homeward togeth. a
or, he told her thar one thing and another C
bad prevented his seeing her among the S
rest, Bill having t.ld him confidently at
The church that sln was too sick to come q
down stairs that hy--a statement which
be had unfortunately credited and when
This morning he had called aud learned J
from her mother where she had gone, he
lost no time in following
But, Walter, said Hety, hesitatingly, do C
you know heard something about you
md Miss Mitchell? r,
He laughed a
Miss Mitchell is TO bemarried shortly, +
Hetty. to our junior primer She has
been very kind to me, ad so has her uncle IL
my employer. Indeed, Hetty. | wanted cl
10 tell you Of my good ortune and pros 81
poets. and to ask yoa dsling, il, when "
And the words with had been for q
whole year delayed We, spoken, and Het. ii
Ly wondered as sha cane in SIGHT ~ hex W