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

stockings w nat nave you been
about? Dreaming away your
time as usual, no doubt, and with
all the cniidrcp's Sunday clothes
to look over and lay out for 70:
morrow, besides the Saturdays
chores
Hctty ponitently resumed her
work; but she was very glad
when, towards sunset, it was all
done, and she had leisure to run
up to her own little room, and
mover in her life had she taken
such pains with her appearance as
nov.
How anxiously she listened for
the expected ring at tho front
door. How unanimously her hear:
beat when at length it came, and
how heavy it sank when old
Deacon Brown staIkcd in to dis
cuss some 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 around to
eight o'clock. In Riverside they
kept early hours, and when, at a
quarter of 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 herself about the break
fast table
'Hetty, Walter Hayes was here
last night
'Oh, mother'
There was something almost
pathetic in the look and tone, but
Mrs. Lock wood was too busy with
the steaming coffee pot to per.
ceive it.
He came in just as you had
gone up stairs she continued.
He asked for you. but it was so
late thoughtlt hardly worth while
to call you back again. He had
been seeing Miss Mitchell home to
her aunts-that Philadelphia girl:
you know, and l didn't know, un
til he mentioned it, that she was a
| niece of his employer, Mr.. Mitch
ell. He is certainly improved.
TO my mind there is nothing like
city life for giving people what
they call style now. Make Ed
dies milk toast, whilst | pour out
the coffee
i think observed Mr.. Lock
wood, as he took his place at the
table and cut into the cold corned
beef; Il think I heard Harry
Tunstall say yesterday that young
Hayes was paying attention TO
Miss Mitchell. She's a handsome
girl, and her fathers got money.
If Walter marries her be 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 re,
marked upon her pale looks.
Don't you feel we'll, child 2 |
noticed that you were fdgety
last night. You're feverish, l
doubt, with the spring weather.
Hetty was glad that her mother
permitted her to 60 to her room
and lie down. There was never q
fire in her room, but she drew the
bedclothes over her head and
wished that sho could thus shut
herself out from the whole world
| She felt forlorn and miserable. Al
her sweet foolish dreams Of love
seemed to have been rudely strick
en- at a blow. Walter had ceased
to care for her. He had been wor
from her by that handsome, styl
ish girl from Philadelphia anc
Hetty hid her face in her pillow
and almost wished that she coult
die.
Her mother sent for her t
come down 10 dinner. There was
she said, no use in staying VI
stairs in the cold, and the chile
would be better by the fire, Will
some nice, warm soup. In ther'
all the afternoon Hetty sat, whil'
hers father and the boys went II
church and her mother read 'Bax
ser's Rise and Progress and san!
dismal hymns to the baby.
, 'Het,' said Bill! upon his return
, from church, Il saw your oil
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