The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1890-07-05
HETTY'S STORIES.
"Love Under the Lindens" Be-
comes Reality.

Father" said Hetty Plumer, 81
wish you would let mo so into tho
factory"
Unto the factory?" said Mr.. Plumer,
dropping his pen into the middle page
of his account-book, and staring up
with eyes of round surprise mon
sense, child, nonsense! What do you
want to go into a factory for?"
The rosy sunset was gliding the
ancient roof-tree of Laurel Farm; tho
merry babble of the brook in the ravlne
sounded preternaturally loud in the
stiffness, and tho grand blackbird, who
always came to the milk-room window
TO receive his vesper meal from Hetty's
own plump fingers, was swinging idly
to and fro on the branch of the apple
tree, uttering a fiute-like note now and
then; Mr.. Plumer sat by the kitchen
table, grim, bald-headed, worn to a sliel-
eton by hard work; Hetty stood at the
opposite easement, picking over jet
black cherries for tho tea-table,
dimpled, fair-faced girl, with solemn
blue eyes and brown hair curled in a
knot ut tho back of her head.
81 should like a little money of my
own" said Hetty, timidly.
Don't l give you dollar week, as
long as the city boarders stay?" de-
tmanded Mr.. Plumer.
eyes, but you put it all into the saw
ings bank" complained poor Hetty,
''and never have penny Of my own to
spend"
"All you need, all you needp' said the
farmer, authoritatively, and he went on
with those endless accounts, until poor
Hetty felt as if all the world must be
represented by numbers.
Mr.. Plumer owned the farm, Aunt
Jemima managed the household and
Hetty was at every one's beck and call
The city boarders, to be sure, made a
pleasant change in her monotonous life,
but then she was afraid of them, Of all
except Hugh Allaire, who helped her
with the sick chickens, picked blackber-
ries with her Of the dewy August morn
ings, and told her how to manage her
~camellias, pinks and dropping begonia
plants.
He had come down to Laurel Farm in
charge of an invalid cousin, and Hetty
soon began to miss him during his occa-
sional absences, and to rejoice at his re-
turning, in degree which was by no
means accounted for by tho chickens
and the pinks. And, truly. Hugh AL
iaire was frank, honest young fell
low, who would fully justify any girls
Partially.
Poor Hetty! She felt hat she was
shabbily dressed, and many time she
had stepped behind the lilac hedges to
conceal the contrast, as the gayly-at-
tired city damsels fluttered by, in search
of ferns, or upon botanical expeditions
into the cool woods.
"And yet" said Hetty to herself, ~
should be as good-looking as any of
them, if only had their silks and rib
bons and lace frills!'
And when Farmer Plumer absolute
ly vetoed the factory question, Hetty's
active mind turned in other directions
miss Edgett teaches in Fifth ave-
nue. school, she pondered. as, mentally,
the summer boarders passed in review
before her. '"They pay hor literally,
people say. But I couldn't teach.
am not wise enough for that Mrs.
Arblay is an artist, and paints minia-
lures on ivory for fifty dollars each. r
can't paint Miss Fo!liott writes for
the Boston magazines. 1 wonder if
could write for the papers?"
But Aunt Jemima threw cold water
ron this scheme.
''Stuff and nonsenser said Aunt Jemi-
ma, who was cutting up pigeons for a pie.
-'Folks has to be born with talent for
that sort of thing"
"But how do l know that j wasn't
born with it?" queried Hetty, persist
emily.
81 guess you'd have found it out be-
fore this" said Aunt Jemima, packing
her pie-crust-lined pan with the tonder
legs and wings of pigeons and raining
a liberal shower of salt and pepper over
the layer thereby formed. And thus re-
pulsed, Hetty carried her query to Miss
Folliott herself
Mary Folliott, who made laborious
translations for very little remunera-
ton, smiled sadly on the young as
pirant. 49,.
"You might try" said she. '"The
field is open to all. would not willing
ly discourage any one, although my o IN
experience has been trying"
So uetty sat down, and wrote little
@story-a story of country fields and
sweet-smelling woods, with such simple
element of love as her girlish expert
ence had taught her; and she read it to
Hugh Allairo.