The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-07-07
Hetty was glad that her mother per

her head and wished she could thus shut
herself out from the whole world. She
felt forlorn and miserable. All her sweet,
foolish dreams of love seemed to have
been rudely stricken at blow. Walter
had ceased to care for her. He had been
won from her by that handsome, stylish
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 aud
the boys went to church and her mother
read 'Baxter's Rise and Progress" and
sang dismal hymns to the baby.
"Het," said Bill, on 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 a 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 Philadel-
phia, and Mrs. Green said she supposed
that was the reason Of his coming to
Riverside, that he might travel home
with her."
Hetty lost all heart and courage at this.
She longed for sympathy-to lay her
head Oh 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 Het-
ty went again to her room and wrapping
herself in a shawl, seated herself at the
window and looked out listlessly.
A few people were passing. She hard
ly 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 OBJ
served, how improved in appearance
And she-what must he think of her,
sitting there pale and forlorn-looking
with her hair all disordered about her
face? He might come this evening, per-
haps, and yet she hardly wished it now.
It would only be painful to see him.
Still, she dressed herself and went down
stairs, though her head was throbing and
she felt really i'll. And all tho evening
she waited and watched and Walter never
came, and she knew he did not care to
see her. And so ended 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 a jar Of butter
to old Mrs. Simpson, she made no ohiec-
ton. The day was pleasant and tying a
pink lined hood about her face, Hetty set
out alone on her walk.
1t was rather long distance that she
had TO go-out of the village and across
field, and then by a lonely pathway
lying by the foot of hill. Mrs. Simpson
kept her some time talking, and it was
late when the girl set out to return.
Slowly retracing the little pathway,
Hetty paused at the little stile which led
into the open field. It was pleasant
| there. The sun shed q golden light over
| the beech boughs, and breath of spring
| time fragrance hoated on the air. Some
how Hetty felt soothed as she stood rest.
ing on the stile and looking dreamily al
the white clouds overhead.
An approaching footstep startled her.
| Turning, she saw mans figure coming
along the pathway. Her heart gave a
| great throb and then seemed to stand
| still.
He came straight toward her, his hand
extended, his lip smiling, his eyes look
ing straight into her own.
"Hetty !"
She looked up at him, half in hope.
| half in doubt, md the color came and
went on her face.
"Hetty, have wanted so much to see
your
She could not mistake the sincerity Of
his tone or the look OF the brown eyes
and she answered, simply and naively:
81 thought you had forgotten me-"
Forgotten your
She could not have told how it hap
pened, but somehow she found herself
seated on the step of the stile with Wal
| ter beside her, and her cheek close-ah.
very close-to his, while all the world a.
round seemed transformed into strange
beauty and glory. Such miracles does
| a moment sometimes work in our lives.
As they walked slowly homeward to
gether he told her that one thing and a.
mother had prevented his seeing her
among the rest, Bill having told hin
confdenaially at the church that she was
| too sick to come down stairs that day
a statement which he had unfortunately
credited, and when this morning he had
called and learning from her mother
where she had gone lie lost no time il
following.
But, Walter, said Hetty, hesitatingly
do you know I heard something about
you and Miss Mitchell
| Walter lauched