The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1881-11-17
BROOKHAvEN. MISS. THURSDAY. NOVEMBER II, 1851

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milk for the children to drink at
supper
you've just the hand for butter.
said Mrs. Day, admiringly. i won
der You don't get another COW.
You've a fine dairy down by the
spring, and a big clover pasture,
and I'd be proud to teach you any
thing 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, a bitter little smile creeping
over her lips. We'll, / suppose it is
wicked now even to dream of its
ever holding an artists brush. I
had better make the best of it on
butter
The more she thought of Mrs.
Days advice the stronger became
her desire to own another COW. And
at length. in order to crafty this de.
sire, she concluded to part with q
handsome chain and locket, which
had been one of the many gifts her
father had made her in his days of
prosperity. She sent it to Will to
sell for her, and in less than week
she received postal order for fair
amount, though much less than the
chain and locket had cost; but Het-
ty did not feel that she had made
the sacrifice IN vain when with the
money thus obtained she purchased
two sleek COWS and a number of
new and shining milk-pans.
She was delighted with the result
of her first churning, and to make
the butter look tempting to her
mother, she moulded it with knife
into exquisite heads, trying to make
each portrait, and succeeding tol-
erably well.
Mrs. Day looked at the heads in
admiration and astonishment.
Who'd have thought you was so
elcvery she said: You'd better sell
your butter instead of eating it.
Pretty butter sells high to city peo-
pie, an it's pity to waste so much
work on home folks s
Hetty laughed at>the idea of sell
ing her butter, but nevertheless was
impressed by it. Every time she
churned she became more proficient
in making the portraits, and took
such delight In her dairy that half
her time was spent there, where the
dropping of the water of the spring
made music in her ears, and the ia
ces of poets, authors and signers, as
she knew them from their photo
graphs, grew under hands.
When the county fair was held, in
October, Mrs. Day persuaded Hetty
to put some of her butter on exhi-
bition. and to her great surprise and
delight,th butter committee award
ed her the first prize above all other
competitors, and publicly praised
her artistic talent.
Mother she said one day, a few
weeks later, coming into the room
where Mrs. Arden sat sewing, i be-
fexe l am going to make a good
deal of nsoney cut of sny-batter.
Mr.. Drew, who keeps a commission
store in the village, has just been
here, and has engaged to take all
the butter l can make at forty cents
a pound. He says that the half a
dozen pots that he sent to the city
last week sold within twenty min
utes after they were put on the
counter in his partners provision
market.
sYou deserve to succeed said Mrs.
Arden. No mother ever had a bet.
ter, Drawer daughter
The tears started to Hetty's eyes
at these tender words, and she left
the room that her mother might not
see her emotion. She rebuked her.
self tina. she had ever rebelled
against the fate that had sent her
to the farm.
Perhaps, after all, l may not dis
appoint father she whispered to
hersel, as she fell asleep that night.
Il may really do great things, even
though my sphere is narrow
The fame of Hetty Arden's but
ter soon spread far and wide, and
people came many miles to see the
young artist. More cows were
bought, a woman hired to do the
heavier work of the dairy, and Het.
ty made money faster than her wild.
est hopes had led her to expect.
Two years past, and she had
saved enough to warrant her in leav-
ing the farm in charge of Will, who
found dairy work more to his taste
than clerking in city store.
With a heart glowing with bright
anticipations, and a strong and
steadfast courage, Hetty sailed over
the ocean to Italy, the land of her
dreams.
And to think she said to Will,
as they were parting at the wharf,
that, after all, I ventured on that
artistic career of mine without even
knowing it. How glad l am that /
made the best of what talent l had
when we moved on the farm
A year has passed since then and
Hetty is still in Italy, giving every,
evidence that she will accomplish
the great things her father expect