Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1889-08-09
p1EADlNGs OF A CHILD.
By Harriet Lane Wallace.

me- Woula 1tIoheA "ee you Ill your
So saving, He2sy Trotwood brought
down her hand with decided thump
mon the kitchen table, thereby scat
.aripc a dozen or more rosy-cheel,ed
apples upon the floor.
Mrs. Irotwood had quite forgotten
that she was deacon's wife when she
lost her temper in the midst of making
snple dumplings for the good mans
supper. II.
But auntie, love him." was the
TO TO the girls face.
Glove him? Fiddlesticks Don't
talk to me about Lowell" And again
Mrs. Trotwood's gray eyes flashed dis
Tall, thin, hard-featured, the dea-
cons wife was woman from whom
little mercy could be expected; still,
within her heart this childless woman
built a shrine, the idol of which was
Hettv. the child of her dead sister.
Her life had one object i'll view-to see
Hetty a great lady. She gave the
girl the advantages Of an excellent ed
ucation Her wardrobe far outshone
that of the neighboring farmers daugh-
tiers. IT was the intention of Mrs.
Trotwood to make her niece heiress to
her wealth, of which she possessed a
goodlv amount.
Hetty was the acknowledged belle
for miles around. Never was there a
gather of young folks without her pres
have sacrificed considerable for smile
Of encouragement. She was the apple
Of the old deacon's eye.
Mother" he would say to his good
wife, Il must send little Hetty to
brother Johns, in the city, OF else she
will be falling in love with some great
huking country fellow, not half good
enough for her."
"Nonsense!" would his wife reply.
The child never dreams of such q
hing"
But the child did fall in love, and with
none other than the student Of the vii
|age doctor, handsome, good-hearted,
Ienniless Dick Barry; and this falling
love was the cause of Mrs. Trot-
woods burst OF indignation.
TO think of it," she would say.
Our Hetty marrying this penniless
outhw
The old lady's fondest hopes, oil her
Dir castles, would be completely cast to
The earth should this marriage ever
AXE place.
The apple dumping proved a fail
pre. The deacon and his wife ate
heir meal i'll silence. Hetty was not
present, She was having good cry
Down by the garden gate. Very lovely
Ehe looked in the dim twilight, in a
fTess of soft texture clinging in grace
vi folds to q round, shapely figure.
Mas it any wonder that Dick Barry
ost his heart to her? The young man,
no had resolved never to take unto
himself wife until he had attained
he dignity Of M. d. and made his
pane in the world, forgot his firm
FcSolution.
He was coming up the big country
oad, whlstling a merry tune. He met
l> lady-love with kiss.
"oh, Dick" sobbed Hetty. "Aunt
Fepsy says l can never, never marry
on: And she cried as if her heart
you'd break.
Poor Dick tried to console her as
Jest he could, departing ut length, re-
ssurcd Of the girls love and conf
ence.
Hetty returned to the house, wrote
DAINTY little note, left it on the dea-
oAs desk, and kissed the old couple
fondly that they began to think
leT We're UNJUST in their accusations;
'a' the dear child would never so far
VEget them as to marry without their
c'Sent. But the little note found the
flowing morning told it's own story.
Then the country for miles around
ans with gossip: ",Ihe deacon's niece
4" run away and married Dick
Mrs Trotwood closed her heart, put
" away the books, birds and dainty
'le treasures belonging to her way
afa niece, never again mentioning her
ane The Deacon, grown suddenly
~ missed his darling. There was no
how to get his slippers or kiss
",niE ms cares and troubles.
Many a time he was tempted to pay
visit to the little white cottage down
u u, road. the cottage where Dick Barry
IN his bride; but the thought of his
H T wrath kept him away.
10 the young couple adversely and
I,eS had come. Poverty had entered
door, but love had never flown out
NE window. Dick was obliged to
's up for time his cherished hope
4, ghn'ering his profession: he worked
;' ..e mill, in the evening devoting his
t MTe hours to study. The young
nv pore with patience her cares, al
s o"sA the roses We're fast leaving her
or oaby came, almost unwelcome.
y, "t'y y, casts damper over all our
t,1 The old village doctor shook his
Ra.S , almost despairing Of the young
,'efs life. Her mind wandered;
NJ, heIt calling for Aunt Kepsy. The
[n MY :, husband, struggling with pride.
lv v lor Mrs. Trotwood, but the old
a was determined, and refused to
o,' '.ef niece. When the white Grape
"a .'e", !, OF sorrow hung upon the cot
Or -, ooor she was still unmoved,
a" "Sn she watched from behind her
y" curtains the village sexton carry