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 c1ndrciiii d1rciii,s S. S.; ~ ~: clothes
to look over and lay out for to,
morrow, besides the Saturdays $
chores
Hetty ponitentIy 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
never in her life had she taken
such pains with her appearance as
now.
How anxiously she listened for
the expected ring at the front
door. How tumuituously her heart
beat when at length it came, and
how heavy it sank when old
Deacon Brown stalked 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.
Whom, 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 sc
late I thoughtit hardly worth while
to call you back again. He had
been seeing Miss Mitchell homo to
her aunt's-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; 1 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 he 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 l
noticed that you were fdgety |
last night. You're feverish, |
doubt, with the spring weather.
Hetty was glad that her mother
permitted her to go to her room
and lie down. There was never @
fire in her room, but she drew the
bedclothes over her head and
wished that she 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 won
from her by that handsome, styl-
ish girl from Philadelphia and
Hetty hid her face in her pillow
and almost wished that she could
die.
Her mother sent for her to
come down to dinner. There was,
she said, no use in staying up
stairs in the cold, and the child
would be better by the fire, with
some nice, warm soup. In there
all the afternoon Hetty sat, while
her father and the boys went to
church and her mother read 'Bax-
ter's Rise and Progress and sang
dismal hymns to the baby.
'Het,' said Bill upon his return
from church, Il saw your old