Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1881-04-28

and her father was gloomy and silent,
so that Hetty crept away to bed as soon
as she was able.
The morrow dnwned, 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 nm hour she waited,
burrowing tiny holes in the earth with
the end of the fringol parasol that had
once been her mothers, and walkine 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 bcthought herself of
her fathers ton, and not until then did
she seem to he aware that her lover
had broken his word She had
| little time to question herself,
howovcr-she must hurry home, get her
tinory laid away, and the table spread in
readiness for his return from work.
She was hot and flushed from the
haste she had made, when tho old fisher
man entered, and looked little guilty
too; but she talked checrfully to him
throughout the meal, and made de-
perate effort to appear as though moth
ing ont 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 80 had Dudley Carleton,
for the matter OF that, for she had seen
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 with
his boat but he never came, and she
began to fear that he had left the little
fishing village, and that all her castle
building" was gradually crumbling TO
pieces.
She never suspected how narrowly in
these days Mark Fcnton watched the
girl he loved he could almost read her
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. somc years back.
Mark Fsuton had been left alone i'm the
world, his heart end mind oppressed
with anxious thoughts Of Hctty. a
figure came ont OF the cleaning and al.
ranced toward him.
4 second glance was oil that was re.
quirod 10 enable him to recognize Dad
ley Carleton, and when once the rccog-
milton had been made, Mark slackeucd
his pace and waited for the Young man
to approach him.
They were alone on the cliffs. those
two -patrician and plcbcian and a.
the light of tho moon fell upon the face
Of tho former, the latter saw that it was
slightly paler tLan usual Dudley
Carleton knew him to bo 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 marrv.
He stopped because Mark stopped,
although his glance somewhat quaiIcl
beneath that Of the stalwar fisherman.
Mr.. Carleton-is that you2 we
thought you had left the village" said
Mark. somewhat steruly: land so does
some one else, whom you have bascly
deceived"
"I--what do you mean p exclaimed
Dudley, augrily. the hot blood rising to
his smooth cheek. How dare you ac-
cost me thus? / have no feelings in
common with you | don't even recol.
lect your uame-that is to saw il | ever
knew it.
"Ncvcr mind wha. my name is" re-
tortcd Mark, fierccly. Il know who
You are. You are one Of those men
who 60 about the world and call them.
selves Rcntlomcn-wh steal simple
lassics heart with their lies. aud, when
they have grown tired of it chuck IL
away, like children play with the shin
gle"
"I am not going to handy words with
q fellow like you," cried Dudley, livid
now with stiAed passion. II suppose
| can converse with pretty girl If l
like, without being brought to account
by q low-born fisherman
"Low-born you call me, do you 2"
repeated Mark Fenton, in tones of with
ering scorn. "If | am low-born, am
honest which is more than some folks
are and would rather have TO beg for
my bread than call myself q no truer