The Sully County watchman. (Clifton, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1894, 1888-10-27
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iorget ana say sucn thingl Hash or
fun shone in the minister's eyes.
~ never made cream toast, however,"
he said, Oatmeal, coffee and an ocoa-
sional chop, was about the extent of my
culinary labors. I have learned new
dish, If / am ever reduce d to donning
the apron."
Hetty did not laugh; her eyes were full
of softest pity. He noted them with
surprise.
"why, don't be sorry" he said "It was
tine exercise, assure YOU"
But am sorry, said He.ty. 1T wasn't
right; didn't it hinder your studies?"
"T worked little later into the wee,
sma' hours, perhaps" he said, lightly,
aud he stopped the conversation aud
carried the crear, toast IL for her.
Hetty glanced at tie ci ok as she took
her place behind the teapot. George
ought to have appeared by this time
she had forgotten oil about him. IL
order to atone, she nearly petrified her
guest by the naughty manner in which
she stared at him and inquired if he
took sugar and milk. Young Com pton in
vain endeavored to engage her in CONVEX
sation; he wondered how he could have
displeased her.
Tea was over and the dishes washed
but still George did not come. Hetty
hung the dish-towel on the nail and came
into the front hall. She stood listening,
but the gate did not click; there was no
step on the porch. When a young man
tells you that he has something particu-
lar, very particular, to say to you, ap-
points q certain time in which to cay it,
and then is tardy, one may we'll be veIed.
At this moment the door Of the parlor
opensd and the young minister came
out. He started on seeing Hetty alone,
and, after looking around, approached
her.
"Miss Darrell" he said, shave L offend.
ed your"
"What do you mean?" asked Hetty.
II thought from Jour manner at sup
per"
"Oh! you mustn't Judge from my man
ner," gaily interrupted Hetty, "perhaps I
burnt my tongue"
She tilted up her pretty head saucily
and with dim pling smile. She felt no
more compunction on Georges account,
he deserved Furnishing.
81 am sorry you burnt your tongue"
said the young gentleman, calmly.
Thanks"
because it has given me an uncomfort
able hour" finished Mr.. Compton. ~
hope you won't burn it again."
Uncomfortable! Nonsense" cried
Hetty.
"Why did it not cause you to treat your
father in the same Icelandic manner"
Inquired Mr.. Compton. "Are You very,
very srre you burnt it?"
81 am very, very sure / am not in the
least bit offended with you," said Hetty,
holding out her hand. George deserved
all she could give him by way o: punish
ment-it was nearly eight.
THANK you," said Walter Compton,
pressing it. us that eight o'clock!
T -omised to go TO the parsonage this
evening, but never kept an engagement
with such reluctance"
"You have forgotten your overcoRt,"
said Hetty "a he took his hat.
The minister flushed to the roots of his
hair. sit is quite warm," he said, 81
don't need it,"
"Yes, you do, it's real damp" said Hetty,
fatty.
He shook his head with an odd laugh.
"T doA't really care for it," he said. He
fingered a moment. will you be glad
to see me il come back soon" he muir.
tahihk okaih.
~ don't know" whispered Hatty, draw
ing away her hand in some confusion, for
the hall door was partly open, and the
recreant George was now ascending the
steps.
A look not pleasant to see passed be-
tween the two ,oung men, as one went
out and one came in.
"Oh! here you are at last!" observed
Miss Darrell.
The new conner was angry, but she was
equal to him. II had given you up" said
Hetty.
"And so entertained yourself in an
other way" said Mr.. George Swift, in an
unpleasant manner. "Who was he who
went ont"
"A friend of fathers who is staying
here"
George jsrked off his overcoat, but,
behold, His accustomed nail was occu.
pied.
SIS that his coat!" said George. "Fsth-
er's friend must, judge, be something of
tho tramp order" He held up the gar
ment between thumb and finger.
He is a minister" said Hetty indig-
nantiy.
"Then he ought to be ashamed to din-
grace his calling by such a coat," replied
George. "He must have bought it sec.
ond hand of jew. / should feel like
burning 1t for fear of infection. Look at
the state of the braid and buttons."
Hetty's heart gave great throb. She
knew the reason, now, why Mr.. Compton
would not wear the coat. She took it
from Georges hand.
"What are you going to dos' he de-
manded.
II am going to put on new braid and
buttons, and hang It up again." said
Hetty, walking into the sitting room.
George hung up his own handsome over
coat and followed her. Mr.. Darrell look
ed up from his paper, and commenced a
conversation on spring rains, TO which
George listened with the utmost i'm
patience, while watching Hetty procure
her work basket and with provoking
coolness set to work on the obnoxious
garment. He could neither demonstrate
nor prevent while Mr.. Darrel continued
in the present strain.
At last the old gentleman paused, and,
as il suddenly remembering himself, rose
abruptly, and took his newspaper into