Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-09-30

Hetty's Career.
By FLORENCE II. BIRNEY,
81 wish I could carve out a caree
! Tor myself. said Hetty Arden. musiDg
ly, as she sat by the window, her chil
on her hand, and her earnest eyes gaz
ing out on the wet street, where th,
rain fell ceaselessly.
"Carve away. What's to prevent g
said her brother Will, who was lying OF
the sofa with book in his hand, bu
who WAS never too busy to tease hi,
sister. though he really thought hel
livery good, Us girls 60"
"A great deal" answered Hetty
"There are so many difficulties in q
girls way TO fame and fortune"
Fudgel" exclaimed Will, Who had
small respect for his sisters astute OBJ
servations. 1" There are just as many
difficulties in the way of a man. The
tronb!e is that girls never half try"
Hetty answered nothing. Grown
wise by experience. she knew that to
argue with Will would avail her little
What career do yon want ?" asked
Will, after waiting in vain for An attack.
Haven't you everything hear: could
desire here in your fathers house
"No." answered Hetty. boldly. 81
wanted to take drawing and modelling
lessons, and mother thought it all non.
sense; and yet know have TALENT
"She said the other day that you
might begin drawing lessons as soon
as you grad dusted," said Will. "CAn't
you wait six months to begiu carving
yonr career?"
Hetty did rot laugh at his bantering
tone. She replied very soberly: "No;
l feel that l ought to have begun long
ago, if l am ever to become famous in
art or sculpture"
You famous!" cried Will, with a
burst Of laughter. "Hetty, you'll die
OF your own conceit, if you don't take
care"
He considered what his sister had
said so amusing that he repeated it that
evening when the family had gathered
about the tea-table.
don't see why you should laugh,
WILL" said Mr.. Arden, looking at his
eldest daughter lovingly. "I've always
expected great things from Hetty.
Perhaps she will astonish us all yet;
aud we must arrange for the drawing
lessons at once. It can do no harm to
prepare her for tho career, even if she
never enters upon it,
Hetty's cheeks flushed scarlet, and
her eyes sparkled with Joy. Praise
from her father was such an unusual
thing that she appreciated it. He was
q very busy man, and much away from
his family. and bad little time to take
notice OF the tastes of his children.
How sweet to Hetty was the recollec.
tion OF bis loving words when, on the
following day, she stosd by his bedside
and gaz.d tearfully down at his cold
face-cOld in death. For only u few
hours after he had risen from the tea
table, Mr.. Arden had been stricken
with apoplexy, and had died without a
chance to even say farewell to those he
loved.
~ will not disappoint you, father, "
murmured Hetty, IS she turned away
from the dead. 1.-The great things yon
expected Of me shall come to pass" .
But despair seized upon her. when
oAO Aootu AZ Wuoo COuultlOu uoI IatucI
had left his affairs. After the settle
ment of the estate only few hundreI
dollars, and a small farm fifty miles
from the city. remained to the widow
and children.
"Oh," sighed Hetty, chad mother
only let me take drawing lessons long
ago, would be abs to earn my own
living now, and perhaps to help her.
But mus. bid good.by forever now to
my hope OF entering on the career of an
artist"
And she mourned most bitterly over
her wasted opportunities when Will
was taken from school and put to work
as q clerk in o store, and she, with her
mother and three little sisters, removed
to the farm.
Hard work awaited them there; work
to which they were upaccustomed, and
about which they knew almost nothing.
Hetty put her shoulder to the wheel
with will; but often at night she wept
to think how little she was accomplish
ing, and how poor was the prospect
before her. She could never take les
SONS in drawing; she must make up her
mind to live on the farm all her life,
managing we'll if she succeeded in
making it yield q bare support for the
family.
"And yet know l have talent" she
would whisper over and over. 81 can
feel it."
She was in the kitchen ono day, skim
ming the milk for tea, when old Mrs.
Day. uear neighbor. came in to Dor.
row some coffee.
Getting ready to churn ?" she asked,
watching the rich cream dropping into
the small stone pitcher from the big
spoon Hetty was using.
NO" answered He,ty. 81 don't
make butter. We have but one COW,
and she gives only enough milk for the
children to drink at supper"
;" You've Just the hand for butter"
said Mrs. Day, admiringly. 81 wonder
you don't get another COW. You've a
tine dairy down by the spring, and q
big clover pasture. and I'd be proud to
teach you anything you wanted to learn
about churning."
Hetty, when she was alone in her
room that night, thought OF what Mrs.
Day had said.
A nice hand for butter" she NUT.
tered, bitter little smile creeping over
her lips. "Well. l suppose it is
wicked now even to dream Of it's ever