Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-08-26
Mr.. Wayt'S Wife'S SiStGr
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BY MARION HARLAND.

and pencils end pnrGf"lios, and slack-
sned their talk To listen. May had
sllcitrd me confession that Testers
brush was solacc and the only pastime
she had except reading and Hetty's
music"
"But it's only trying with me-" said
The tunclcss voice. II have had no
teacher except IIotty."
My dear TIester!" cried tho person
named. "Be candid. and say worse
than none""
Hester colored wildly ut this evil
dence that her condolences to her new
friend were shared by others, but rallied
calamity to support her assertion.
"She doesn't think she has any talent
tor drawing. but she took lessons for
three months that sho might teach me
how to shade and manage perspective,
and use wator-colOrs. She and | amuse
ourselves with caricatureS and all that,
and make drawings-very poor ones
to illustrate poems and stories, while
she reads to me, and do II littlc-you
can't imagine hone little and how BADLY
in color. just bits, you know-graSs
and messy sticks. and brambles running
over stones, and frost-hitten leaves
and such things. llctty is always on
the lookout for studies for me. | can
not sit up long enough to undertake
any thing moro important if ! had tho
skill. And | shouldn't daro venture to
copy any thing really bcautiful-such
as apple blossoms" with shOrt-livcd
smile at March that left a plat between
her eyes.
Intcrcopting lictty's apprrhcnsive
glance, he smiled in return. but forbore
to introduce the petition left with them
that afternoon. May had been stringent
on this point.
Don't alludo to it this evening" shc
IN Joined upon him. Nothing is in
worse taste than to uso a first call as
lever for selfish ends. I'll run in to-
morrow morning, and try my powers OF
persuasion. Meantime, get your canvas
and palette ready"
Hetty's spirits rose when she pcr-
,eived that the exciting topic was avoid
ed. The four wero in the swing of
merry converse when the clock struck
nine, and, as If he had waited for the
signal, Mr.. Wayt walked in. March.
who sat by Hetty, saw her stiffrn all
over, ana uCF eyes Sink 10 lIt' lOOt
Hester began to cough irrcprcSsihly- n
hard, dry hack, to quiet which Il"ttv
went to get glass OF water The pallor
Of the pastors faco had bilious tinrr;
his eyes were sunkcn, His whole APP
pearanco haggard AMI wild. Yet his
greeting to tho guests was ELUSIVE, his
flow of LANGUAGE undated Neither
daughter nor sistCr-in-law offered to
second him. Testers roses faded, the
evcr-prcscnt fold between her eyebrows
was almost scowl. llctty was coldly
imperturbable, and the Gilchrists soon
madc n movement to go.
Mr. Wayt stepped forward, airily, 10
accompany them to the door, ll"ttv
falling into the rear and parting from
them with grave bow upon the thrcsh
hold of the sitting-room.
My regards to your cstimablr pa
rents" said the host on tho porch. his
pulpit-tono carrying far through the
night "A clerical friCud Of mine dubbed
Judge Aaron IIollingshCd, of Chicago,
an active elder in his church, and his
wife. who was a true mother in Israel Co.,
Aaron and her" already, in spirit,
apply tho like titles to Judge and Mrs
Gilchrist. 1t is such spirited support
as thCirs that uphnldS the hands of the
modern Moses against the .AmalVllS of
the day. Thank You for calling, and
goodnight to you both"