The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-04-30


toast, while pour out the coffee.
81 think" observed Mr.. Lockwood,
as he took his place at the table and cut
into the cold corned beef: 81 think |
heard Harry TunstaH say yesterday that
young Hayes was paying attention to
Miss Mitchell. She's a handsome girl,
and her fathers got money.oi 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 remarked upon her pale looks.
"Don't you feel well, child? Noticed
that you were fdgety last night. You're
feverish, L doubt not, with the spring
weather.n 3oa gt G Oct U f.
Hetty was glad that her mother per-
mitted her to go to her room and lie
down. There was never q fire in her
room, but she drew the bed-clothes over
her head and wished that she could thus
shut herselfaout from the whole world.
She felt forlorn and miserable. All her
sweet, foolish dreams of love seemed to
have been rudy stricken at a blow.
Walter had ceased to care for her. He
had been won from her by that hand
some, stylish girl from Philadelphia !;
and Hetty hid her face in her pillow
and almost wished that she could die. q
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 D, read Il g Baxter's Rise and
Progress y and sang dismal, hymns to
the baby. t'''''
Het," said Bill, upon his return
from church, I" / saw your old beau, Mr..
Walt Hayes, at church with Miss
Mitchell, and he shook hands with me
and asked me how the family was.
She's real swell, tell you, and if you
don't shine up some she'll cut you out. "
William, don't you let me hear any
more of such slang talk from you,''' said
his mother, reprovingly.
"And Hetty,' said her little sister, as
she carefully drew off and folded her
gloves, 81 heard Kate Hayes telling
Mrs. Green that Walter and Miss
Mitchell were going back tomorrow to
Philadelphia, and Mrs. Green said she
supposed that was one reason of his
coming to Riverside, that he might travel
home with her, Il. ma l..s..
Hetty lost all heart and hope at this.
She longed for sympathetic lay her
head on her mothers knee and tell her
all. But Mrs. Lockwood, though she
really loved her children, was not one
of those gentle and sympathetic mothers
to whom their children thus turn; and
Hetty went again to her lonely room,
and wrapping herself in shawl, seated
herself at a window and looked lstlessly
out. ,...., ......, ....s...t
A few people were passing. She
hardly noticed them, until she suddenly
met pair of brown eyes; and she drew
back with burning cheeks and beating
heart as Walter Hayes passed. How
handsome he looked! and as her mother
had observed, how improved in appear
ance! And she-what could he think OF
her, sitting there pale and forlorn-look-
ing, with her hair all disordered about
her face? He might come this evening,
perhaps, and yet she hardly wished it
now. 1t would only be painful to see
him. Still, she dressed herself and went
down stairs, though her head was throb-
bling and she felt really i'll. And all the
evening she waited and watched, and
Walter never came, and she knew that
he did not care to see her. And so end
ed the long, dreary day. .,.....
Next morning Hetty arose feverish
and i'll. But she busted herself about
the household work; and when her
mother, observing only that she was dull
and languid, remarked that she needed
a walk, and desired her to carry q jar Of
butter to old Mrs. Simpson, she made
no objection. The day was pleasant
and tying pink-li lined, hood about hel
face, Hetty set off alone on her walk.
1t was rather. a long distance that sh,
had to goAout of the village and acros.
a field, and then by allonely pathway
lying by the foot of hill. Mrs. ySimp
son kept her some time talking, and i
was late when the girl set out on her re
turn. w. ',''. . '''" '''" +"" .
Slowly retracing the little pathway
Hetty paused at the stile which led int
the open tield.o 1t was pleasant there
The sun shed a golden light over tn,
beech boughs, and a breath of spring
time fragrance foated ON the air. Some
how Hetty felt soothed as she STOOD
resting on the stile and looked dreamil,
at the white clouds overhead. ...r
An approaching footstep startled her
Turning, she saw mans figure coming
along the pathway. Her heart gave
great throb, and then seemed to stant
still. ...
He came straight toward her., hi
hand extended, his lip smiling, his eye
looking straight into her own. 157a'1
"Hetty !p4iD iu 9eGldI s ila5 .--5I
She looked up at him, half in hope
half in doubt, and the color came an'
went on her face. = '''''' = q
"Hetty, I have wanted SO much to Sc
your r. ,emod tnae, sds ssns9qd
n She could not mistake the sincerity @
his tone or Che look of the brown eyes
and she answered, simply and naively
az thought you had forgotten me."1
forgotten you'll" atH tg An0icN
r She could not have told how it har
. peued; but somehow she found herse
1 seated on the. step of the stile with Wa
7 ter beside her, and her cheek close-ah
9 very, close!Ato his, while all the worl
a around Seemed transformed into
( strange beauty and glory. Such mir;