River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1890-07-03
HETTY'S STORIES.
Love Under the Lindens" Be-
comes a Reality.

sense, child. nonsense, What do you
want TO 60 into a factory fOr?'
The rosy sunset was gliding the
ancient rOof-tree of Laurel Farm; the
merry babble OF the brook in the ravIne
sounded preternaturally loud in the
stiffness, and the grand blackbird, who
always came TO the milk-room window
60 receive his vesper meal from Hetty's
own plump fingers, was swinging idly
to and fro on the branch of the apple
tree, uttering fiute-like note now and
then; Mr.. Plumer sat by the kitchen
table, grim bald-headed, worn TO a skel-
eton by hard work; Hetty stood at the
opposite easement picking over Jet
black cherries for the tea-table, a
dimpled, fair-faced girl, with solemn
blue eyes and brown hair curled in
knot at the back of her head.
II should like l'ttle money Of my
own said Hetty. timidly-
Don't give you dollar a week, as
long as the city bOarders stay?' de-
handed Mr.. Plumer.
''Yes. but you put it all into the saw
ings' bank" complained poor Hetty,
land never have a penny Of my own to
spend
''All you need, all you needr' said the
farmer. authoTitatively, and he went on
with those endless accounts. until poor
Hetty felt as if all the world must be
represented by numbers
MFR. Plumer owned the farm, Aunt
Jemima managed the household and
Hetty was at every ones beck and call
The city bOarders, 20 be sure, made
pleasant change in her mOnOtOnOus life.
but then she was afraid of them, of all
except Hugh Aliaire. 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 70 miss him during his Occa-
siOnal absences. and 20 rejoice at his re-
turning, in degree which was by no
means accounted for by the chickens
and the pinks. And, truly, Hugh Al
iaire was a frank. honest young fell
low, who would fully justify any girls
partiality-
Poor Hetty, She felt that she was
stability dressed. and many time she
had stepped behind tho 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 vet" said Hetty to herself, II
should be as good-lOoking as any Of
them. if only had their silks and rib
hons and lace frills,'
And when Farmer Plumer absolute
" 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 her 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. /
cant paint Miss Folliott writes for
the Boston magazines. ! wonder IL /
could write for the papers,
Bat Aunt Jemims threw cold water
on this scheme
'sStuf and nOnsenseT" said Aunt Jemi-
ma, who was cutting up pigeons for pie.
Folks has to be bern with talent for
that sort Of thing.
'sBut how do ! know that ! wasn't
born with it," queried Hetty, persist
emily.
II guess you'd have found it out be-
fore this" said Aunt Jemima, packing
her pic-crust-lined pan with the tender
legs and wings Of pigeons and raining
li0rral shower Of salt and pepper over
the layer thereby formed. And thus re-
pulsed. Hetty carried her query to Miss
FOlliott herself.
Mary FOliiott, who made labOriOus
translatiOns for very little remunera-
ton. smiled sadly on the young as
pirant
you might try" said she. The
field is open TO all. / would not willing
" discourage any one, although my oSn
experience has been trying"
so Hetty sat down. and wrote little
story 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 AllGire.
"Do You think tho Weekly Leader
will publish it, said she.
'@Of course it will said Hugh And
so she sent il in
And. encouraged By Mr.. Allaire's cor
dial interest. she told him al her hopes
and fears with innocent OpennesS
"Hetty." said he, Its all nonsense.
your not looking as we'll as those pulled
and painted city girls You are a lasc
= . a
heap OF glass stones You are prettier.
at this moment than any gil in the lot
OF en-"
But Hetty laughed and shook her
head
Il know better than that, said she.
."But il once Love Under the Lindens
is accepted. I'll have a new bonnet Of
white. split straw. and real French roses
in It, And htg you shall see"
In week or 50. a check for a liberal
sum arrived. drawn tO Hester PlumeT :
There cried triumphant Hetty.
at must be good story or it would not
be accepted
'-Of course said Hugh, nodding his
head. Didn't | tell You 500"
So Hetty wrote a second story and
sent II. and this, also. was literally
paid for. Miss FolliOtt was a little sur
prised az the brilliant success Of this
entirely inexperienced de6utaHte. Mr..
Plumer stared Aunt Jemima wished
ate had thought Of writing for the papers
before her knuckles had grown too stiff
90 hold pen
But the venerable couple were still
more astonished. one day, when Hugh
Allaire asked pretty Hetty 70 marry
him
''Me.' cried Hetty. turning pink and
white Are you quite sure you don't
mean one Of the city girls?7
Yes quite" said Hugh. And he
seemed 50 certain about il that Hetty
questioned the matter no further. and
confessed that she aid like lin Just a
htsie. you known