The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1881-06-10

OK with one blow.
Hetty turned away, not altogether al
ease but, affecting an air Of the most
supreme indifference to all her lover
had said, she resumed her former posi-.
tion, tapping one dainty foot i'm.
patiently on the shingle.
Mark left her without another ord
and at that moment the boat, bearing
the form of him she imagined she loved,
came in with a dash of spray as il
reached the breakwater.
Mark stood watching the party land,
while a rich flush of color mantled
Hetty's cheek. She stood with her
bosom heaving, expecting q look o.
even a word, but she received neither,
Dudley Carleton appeared utterly un.
conscious of her presence, and passed
her as if there had been no such crea-
ture as Matthew Golding's daughter in
existence.
The color faded from her cheek,
leaving her white to her lips, and no
sooner was the boating party out of
sight than she turned and walked slowly
toward her fathers cottage.
But the feeling of disappointment did
not continue with her long. Dudley,
doubtless, had not seen her-no, she
was sure that he could not have done so
and at their next meeting he would
be the same as ever. She had appointed
to meet him on the morrow, away from
the busy fishing town, at little nook
in the cliffs, the spot of many former
tryst; and she was almost counting the
hours until the time should arrive.
She hardly remembered how she drag
ged through the day, almost sick with
anxiety, lest Dudley's love had waned.
Mark Fenton, usually their guest at
supper, did not appear that evening,
and her father was gloomy and silent,
so that Hetty crept away to bed as soon
as she was able.
The morrow dawned, bright, fair and
sunny, as the previous day had been;
and at the appointed time and place
Hetty, looking wonderfully pretty in
her fresh Sunday attire, with the dainti-
est of straw hats, trimmed with sprays
Of pink heather, stood awaiting the arri'
val of Dudley Carleton.
For more than an hour she waited,
burrowing tiny holes in the earth with
the end of the fringed parasol that had
once been her mothers, and walking up
and down until she seemed familiar
with every blade of grass and weary
of The sound of her own footsteps.
Dudley Carleton came not.
Suddenly she bethought herself oi
her fathers tea, and not until then did
she seem to be aware that her lover
had broken his word. She had
little time to question herself
howeyer-she must hurry home, get hcl
fnery laid away, and the table spread ir
readiness for his return from work.
She was hot and flushed from the
haste she had made when the old fisher
man entered and looked little guilty
too; but she talked cheerfully to hin
throughout the meal, and made des
perato effort to appear as though moth
ing out of the ordinary way had hap.
pened.
More than a week passed. Mark had
taken her at her word and kept out Of
her way, and so had Dudley Carleton
for the matter of that, for she had seer
and heard nothing of him either.
In vain she waited for him on the
beach, trusting that ere each morning
was out he would be down there witt
his boat but he never came, and she
begQn to fear that he had left the little
fishing village, and that all her castle
building" was gradually crumbling tt
pieces.
She never suspected how narrowly il
these days Mark Fenton watched the
girl he loved he could almost read hel
thoughts by every change Of her face
so closely had he studied it Of late.
One evening, vending his way home
ward to his solitary lodging (for by the
death of his mother, some years back,
Mark Fenton had been left alone in the
world), his heart and mind oppressed
with anxious thoughts of Hetty, s
figure came out Of the cleaning and adj
vanced toward him.
A second glance was all that was re
quired to enable him to recognize Dud
ley Carleton, and when once the recog.
milton had been made, Mark slackened |
his pace and waited for the young man
to approach him.
They were alone on the cliffs, those
two men--patrician and plebeian--andas
the light of the moon fell upon the face
of the former, the latter saw that it wae
slightly paler tLan usual. Dudley
Carleton knew him to be Hetty Gold.
ing's lover; for the girl had on more
than one occasion pointed him out as
the man her father wished her to marry
He stopped because Mark stopped,
although his glance somewhat quailed
beneath that Of the stalwart fisherman.
"NIr. Carleton--is that you? We