The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-11-05
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decision:
Hetty, decide now, once for all
Will you keep on with me down this
path, or will you go with Mr.. Frisbee on
the other? Choosep
She hesitated, and her color went
and came.
"You have no right to speak to me
So"
ST have right" hereplied, firmly
"the right to know whether the girl I
love is false or true"
Hetty, like Lloyd, was high-spirited,
and his look and tone angered her.
500 your own way, and I will go
mine p she said, proudly.
! And without another word she turned
down the pathway by which Mr.. Frisbee
was approaching.
Lloyd, as he reached the gate, turned
back to look at the two figures slowly
sauntering along the green meadow.
81 could never have dreamed it of
her," he thought. 81 believed she loved
me. And to cast me off for a fellow
like that, whose greatest recommends
zion is his wealth Oh, Hetty, that l
should have been SO mistaken in you !"
And Mr.. Frisbee, as he walked by
Hetty's side, admiring her girlish beauty
and her pretty, coquettish ways, and
thinking how he would "show off" his
young wife among his friends-did the
thought never occur to him, as to Lloyd,
that this girl, young enough to be his
daughter, could not possibly find in him
any attraction save his wealth?
But poor Hetty, since her father died
bankrupt, had experienced enough of
povertys ills, and heard enough from
her mother and sisters to learn to look
upon riches as the key that could open
to her the golden store of life's pleas
ures.
Lloyd could give her comfort and COM
petence, but as Mrs. Frisbee she could
have an elegant city residence, carriage
and servants, balls in winter and water
ing-places in summer, with everything
else that she might desire.
Not that she was light and frivolous,
or longed for more worldly pleasures;
but for the time being the picture had
dazzled her, and in her present angry
and resentful mood against Lloyd, what
wonder that she listened to all that Mr..
Frisbee had to say, and before she
reached home had accepted the rich
widower's proposal?
And yet somehow Hetty felt in her
own heart that this was the most miser-
able evening she had ever spent.
As the days went by Hetty grew no
happier in the contemplation of her
brilliant prospects. She turned with a
species OF loathing from the man she
had promised to wed, and her heart
went out more and more to the lover
whom she had discarded.
They sometimes met, but he was dis
tant and proud, and it was not for her
to make advances. So she decided to
let her engagement become publicly
known, and one day went over to Mrs.
Sutton's and asked Sue Sutton, Boyd's
cousin, to be her bridemaid.
"You ought hardly to expect it of
me, Hetty," Sue said, with some spirit.
81 think you have treated Lloyd badly"
How SOP"
"Because I know he loved you, and
I used to think you loved him. You
certainly did behave in manner to en-
courage him."
"Perhaps we we're mistaken in fancy
| ing that we loved each other
I" If you were mistaken, Lloyd wasn't.
[ have never seen person so changed
and unhappy" said Sue, with tears in
her eyes.
"He didn't appear to be unhappy
last evening, flirting with Josephine
Willis"
"Oh, that was merely put on! She
firted with him and he humored her, as
blind. I know Loyd-how proud he
is, and that he would never allow any
one to suspect how he suffers. But
when we all came home from the party
where he had heard from Mrs. Carter
that you were really engaged to that
Mr.. Frisbee Hetty, he looked so
wretchedly, and we heard him walking
up and down his room for hours, and
tossing about on his bed! I'm certain
he couldn't have slept wink all night"
"Where is he now?' asked Hetty, a
little tremulous.
81 don't know. He went out before
breakfast, and I haven't seen him since.
I believe his heart is broken, and that
he will pine away and die, or perhaps
take his own life," said Sue, with tears
in her eyes. sAnd he had been look
ing at your portrait, Hetty, for found
it on his table, propped up against a
book"
"My portrait? Why, he sent it back
to me-"
"Did he? Then this must be copy.
Wait a moment, and I will get it for
you to see."
She was hardly out of the room,
when Hetty heard well-known step in
the hall, and the next moment Lloyd
himself entered. Instinetively she had
drawn back, and the great bookcase
screened her from his view. He did
not, however, look around, but throw
ing himself in chair, leaned back with
closed eyes, and seeing him thus she
was struck with the change in his ap-
pearance. His face was pale and bore
unmistakable traces of suffering, re-
pressed by the strong will which she
knew he possessed. But now, alone as
he thought himself, the strain seemed
relaxed. He bowed his face in his
hands and groaned.
Hetty's heart beat fast and the tears