The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-03-31
must make haste or the dear little
NANNY will be fretting."

neat and clean tnere, out III laltic
ewes it seemed more squalid ant
poverty stricken than usual tonight
As she came around the corner o
the door she perceived young mar
sitting at an uncovered pine table;
figure strongly silhouetted agains
the window.
"Ahl" said she, the spirit OF right
eous exasperation rising up IN he
heart. "I'ge caught you at last II
the very midst of your evil prac
| tees !"
The young man rose hurridly Il
his feet.
Il beg your pardon--' he began
but the tide of Hattie's indignation
was not thus easily stemmed.
Don't beg my pardon" said she
"beg the par3on of society-of pub.
lie opinion-ofe everything else which
you are outraging by this shameful
behavior of yours. Apparently you
have neither pride nor self-respeci
left-now take my advice turn ovel
a new leaf. Give up your evil prac'
tices and set yourself to earn de-
cent living. Look me in the eyes
young man ~ she added severely
tell me if you are not ashamed Of
yourselfm
To all appearances,th the culprit was
stricken dumb. Iuvoluntarlly ne
raised pair of clear, honest eyes tc
Hattie's face, according to orders
but he did not speak word, good
bad or indifferent.
Hes not bad looking, thought
Hattie: "but | must not neglect the
chances of making an impression.
am surprised at youl" she added
aloud " a great, able-bodied fellow
like you sitting down as a disreputa-
ble incubus on your friends and re-
lations. Don't you know that you
are the talk of the neighborhood
Get up-go to work Never let me
see you idling here again. No !; don I
answer me | never enter into argu-
ment with the people in my district.
Logic is useless in a case ike this.
She hurried 20 old Milo, who be-
ing stone deaf, looked smiling on
during this brief but energetic mon
ologue, as if it had been recitation
from Shakespeare.
Here's some extract of beef for
YOU, Mr.. Reneau," she shouted in
his ear: and tumbler of lemon
jellyl | hope your lumbago Is better.
| m sorry / can't stay little longer
to-day, but I'll come again very
-oon.
And nodding and smiling good
by to him, she hustled away.
She arrived none to soon Oh the
domestic taps.
Betsy had already broken one OF
the mossrose tea cups, and spilled
all the salad dressing, SO that Hattie
had to go to work to make more.
Cousin Prodgitt had lost her spec
tacles, and Mrs. Hardy could not
find her best lace frill.
Consequently she was only half
through arranging her hair when
Mrs. Hardy called up the stair
case
Harriet Harriet Mr.. Gray has
comel
She hurriedly coiled up the shin
ing bronze locks, and fastened them
with a shell pin, tied the Swiss
muslin bow at her throat and catch
ing up her pocket handkerchief, ran
down stairs.
Cousin Prodgitt was still adjust
ing her cap-strings in her own room
Mrs. Hardy had gone to see if the
tea was properly sleeping; and so
our heroine walked directly into the
presence of Reverend Cecil Gray.
81 am Miss Hardy, said she.
Il beg your parden ! but"
Here she stopped with the sylla-
bles of further speech fairly frozen
on her tongue.
A cold chill crept through all ber
veins as she recognized the curly,
brown hair, the clear, honest, eyes,
The thick mustache.
But the Reverend Cecil was
equal to the emergency.
Don't beg my pardon, said ne
rrayely. although there was a
roguish sparkle in his eyes. Beg
the pardon OF ssSociety-of public
opinion. No, Miss Hardy, " he
cried, suddenly dropping his solemn
mannerism, don't look so distress
ed. OF course it was a mistake
Don't know perfectly we'll that 1t
was.
"Oh, dear Oh, dear!." grasped
Hattie. g thought it was Gilbert
Reneau. | never had seen him, you
know, and it was SO dark, and-and
-
And so you scclded the wrong
man, " said Mr.. Gray. Well, I'll
pass the lecture on to the genuine
offender at the very first opportuni-
ty. only I'm afraid | cannot empha-
size it half so neatly as you did.
"Oh, don't, +" said Hattie, piteous-
lv lifting her little hands. Please
dent.
"No, | won't" said Mr.. Gray.
Well forget and forgive.
And when Cousin Prodgitt and
Mrs. Hardy came in Hattie and the
young clergyman were earnestly
discussing the rival merits of gerani-
ums on Mrs. Hard's flower stand.
Mrs. Prodgitt stayed until spring,
and when she went back home she
told her daughter that Hattie Hardy
was engaged to a young minister.
"Or at least l suspicion she is, !"
she added. "She won't own nothin
for sartin but things amt now as
they used to be. Folks as was en-
gagged to be married used to be
proud of it. But Hattie's queer
girl She hasn't been brought up il
my day.
Senator Wallace Cor Governor Of Penn
sylvania.
WASHINGTON, March 16. = The
Democratic Congressional delegation
fWx. L. Scott not included) accord
ing to one of its leading members,