Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-06-15

port"
The gentleman glanced from one TO
the other, but his looks dws,t longest
on Janet. Could this girl be tramp ?
Never had no seen q more graceful
figure nor more charming features.
"All can say is that am sorry" he
remarked, "and would gladly make
compensation. Theren and he tossed
a couple of half-crowns to the man,
"that will satisfy you, I suppose"
Then he turned to Janet, and continued
in lower, different tone: "You are
very generous far moro than I de-
serve. I thank you. II had hurt you
I.should never forgive myself"
And he rode away. Janet glanced
after him. She was conscious of an
agreeable feeling. Then she turned,
attracted by the woman who was
speaking.
"What an idiot you are, Bill You
might have made all this blessed tramp
go for nuthin' ! Are you blind2 Didn't
You see it was the son of Mr..
Bridgnorth, whose hops We want to
pick ?"
WAS it Whewl Never mind, old
woman he amt likely to say anything
about it, and I'm five bots to the
good"
Mr.. Bill Morris was right. Not only,
had it not been for Janet, would Henry
Bridgnorth have quite forgotten the in
cident, but the harvest OF hops was
plentiful that year, and pickers we're in
demand.
The Morrises were instantly engaged,
and soon Janet found herself at work
in pulling up the long poles and gather
ing the hops.
AT first it was not easy, and hurtful
to the fingers, but Janet was not Of
nature to give half services in anything,
and she worked with will. Besides,
she was happy.
More than once she had thought of
young Mr.. Bridgnorth, and wondered
If he ever visited the hop grounds, but
that was all. Not so with Harry Bridg-
north himself. Janet had never been
out of his mind since he had seen her.
He told himself again and again
that he never had beheld so lovely n
creature.
"IfI had seen her in a picture at the
Burlington he reflected, "the proud
features, the ragged clothes worn with
such dignified grace, 1 should have ad-
mired it, but laughed at the artist de-
signing it a Tramp Surely such as
she must have been the beggar maid
who won the heart OF King Cophetua."
Harry Bridgnorth, after rather long
search, came suddenly upon Janet.
She was just finishing clearing a hop.
pole, and was alone. Ifhe thought her
handsome before, he found her more
so now, with the red sunlight about her
and the rich masses OF black hair gath
cred neatly together low down at the
back Of her shapely throat.
As he stood admiring her, Janet pres
emily looked up and saw him. A smile
OF recognition, free from embarrassment,
came to her lips. She was glad to see
him again.
Still at work r he remarked, ad-
vancing. "Surely there is no need,
when the rest have ceased ?"
"They work quicker than can" re.
piled Janet. "As yet am new to hop
picking, but try to do my best"
"Well, you have done enough for the
present. want you to tell mo how
you are. I might have hurt you very
much"
"You might" she smiled frankly,
without constraint meeting his earnest
glance; "but you did not. told you
was not hurt yesterday"
Yes else don't think l should
have slept" he reioined. 81 certainly
should never have forgiven myself"
"Why not? II was not your fault.
Perhaps you lwere riding too fast, but
you did not expect any one to be in the
lane, Mr. Bridgnorth."
Assuredly not you. But you know
my name 2"
my mother knew you. She has
been here before"
"Your mother Then they we're
your parents?'
"Yes," she smiled again "vhy
should they not beY
Because you are so different" ex-
claimed Harry Bridgnorth. "I can
scarcely now credit It. You are so
very unlike them"
Perhaps 1 may change when I am
as old - they and have seen rs much
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