The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1883-05-16

and made comments upon her looks and
awkwsrdness that reached her ears. Even
her cousin seemed ashamed OF her, and red
dened at the remarks she heard from time
to time.
al hardly expected, Miss Martin, that
foreman of the establishment. "Was she
brought up in the bsckwoodsi"
al say, Hat, what beauty your cousin
isI' one of the girls lsughingly remarked as
she passed her. I'VE shall have such q
ruah of customl / never saw such bangs in
my lifeI'
"She don't make fun of her neighbors; at
least she has that virtue retorted Nartha's
cousin; sand she can't help her face that /
know Of"
"No, to be sure-it's such pity. too; but
then beauty n only skin-deep." But these
speeches hurt, and Hattie heard and re-
sented them so often that at last she came
to look upon her cousin almost with aver
sion.
81 think you have mistaken your
vocation" she said one Saturday to Martha
after months trial, during which the un-
| fortunate girl had committed more sins
against etiquette than, socially, she could
ever atone for, and had made but little
Roadway, either In the business or the good
graces of her employers.
Indeed. l believe you are right" said
/ Martha. yearning at that moment for the
dear old home, the mountain air and the in
dependence of restraint that made it in
looking back seem very garden of Eden.
''Nobody likes me; people laugh at me; ev-
en- you are ashamed of me" she added, with
some show of defiance.
"Well, you see, it don't come natural to
you 10 take up new ways of work" said
Hattie, her face growing very red; 81
thought maybe you would get used to it."
Sand so l might if were pretty, and
could be deceitful. and say mean things in
such a way that they couldn't be answered, .
said Martha, bursting into tears. "Yes,you
are right, it isn't natural to be here; it ISM
my place, and L am glad 1 have found il
out; and thank God I've got ONE to &
to, and people who love me there, if / an
houely and awkward"
So Martha turned her freckled face to.
ward the old place. Her heart beat very
high at sight of the familiar red farm wagon
and though her father only said
"Well, Marthy, city didn't agree with We
did it2" she could have fallen upon his
neck and Rugged him. He was her father
he had always been kind and loving in his
| l. AOeN
to meet her.
"Im proper glad to see We to hum sgen
Mat" was her commonplace welcome; bu
it was all the girl needed, to feel that she
had been missed and was wanted AND
when the children ran shouting welcome
with the glad light of love in all their ugly
little faces, that made them look beautiful Il
her; snd W hen her big brother whispered tC
her that he hadn't had collar fit to put OF
since she had been gone; and when she sa
down to the bountifully-spread table, witt
the white and brown bread, and sweet fresi
butter, and sun-ripened fruit; and looked
. out over the free, wide fields and the dea
rugged old hills, her throat swelled, anC
tears of gratitude came to her eyes.
Here was the place; here her duty-t'
, make things clean and wholesome and q
far as she was able. beautiful. She SHOULD
never sigh for the city again, and though
! an indescribsble pain assaulted her as sh
thought of the fair faces she had seen, snt
the guile they had covered, she learned il
time to be content and to live not for sci
but for others.