The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1890-07-05

will publish it?" said she.
''Of course it will" said Hugh. And
SO she sent it in.
And, encouraged by Mr.. Allaire's cor
dial interest sho told him all her hopes
and fears with innocent openness.
"Hetty," said he, "it's all nonsense,
your not looking as we'll as those pulled
and painted city girls. You are rose
in garden of peoples; diamond in
heap of glass stones. You are prettier,
at this moment, than any girl in the lot
of EN-"
But Hetty laughed and shook her
head.
81 know better than that" said she.
''But if once Love Under the Lindens'
| is accepted, I'll have new bonnet of
white, split straw, and real French roses
in it And then you shall see!"
In week or so, check for liberal
| sum arrived, drawn to "Hester Plumer."
''Thers!" 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 SOP"
So Hetty wrote second story and
sent it, and this, also, was literally
paid for. Miss Folliott was little sur
prised at the brilliant success Of this
entirely inexperienced debutdnte. Mr..
| Plumer stared. Aunt Jemima wished
she had thought of writing for the papers
before her knuckles had grown too stiff
to hold pen.
| But the venerable couple were still
more astonished, one day, when Hugh
Allaire asked pretty Hetty to marry
him.
"Meg" cried Hetty, turning pink and
white. "Are you quite sure you don't
mean one of the city girls?"
eyes, quite" said Hugh. And he
seemed so certain about it that Hetty
questioned the matter no further, and
confessed that she did like him ''just
little, you know"
The next day Miss Folliott's sister ar
ribGd from New York to spend few
days in the country. Hetty herself con-
| Quoted her to her room and showed her
the delicious view across the mountain
crests
$50 you've got the young editor here"
said Miss Georgina Folliott
'What editor?" said Hetty.
"Of the Weekly Leader, you know"
said Miss Georgina
NO" said Hetty, her heart beginning
to thump nervously at the mere idea.
''But you have, though" nodded the
newcomer. Il saw him smoking a
Pipe under the big chestnut-tree, as
| ~ ,;.,l
THAT was Mr.. Allaire," said Hetty,
blushing very red indeed.
'Well," said Miss Georgina, adjusting
her curls. land that is the editor of the
Weekly LEADER"
Hetty stood still, in blank amaze
ment
Didn't you know it?" said Miss Fol-
lott.
SIS it really true?" said Hetty.
''Of course it is" said Miss Folliott.
And Hetty ran away to hide her burn
ing bushes in the cool, little dell be-
hind the house, where the spring bub-
bled up among the tall green ferns.
There, a little later, Hugh Allaire
found her.
Crying, Hetty?" he said. my little
love, what is the matter?"
| "You have deceived me-" said Hetty.
"Neverr' said Hugh.
"You didn't tell me that you were the
editor of-of-" faltered Hetty.
"You never asked me, retorted Hugh
''And it was you who sent me the
checks for those stories?" sobbed Hetty.
"Of course it was" said he. ''Why
shouldn't l?'
II never should have had courage to
read them to you if 1 had thought you
were an editor" cried Hetty.
81 knew that" said Mr. Allaire. 81
kept the dreadful truth to myself. Do
you think, Hetty darling, it would be
such terrible thing to be an editors
wife?"
Hetty looked up, laughing through
her tears.
II don't know" said she; ''but I
think shall try it.
She was married when October painted
all the leaves with scarlet, and Love
Under the Lfndens" became reality in
her own bright life. But she doesn't
write for the paper any more. She says
she hasn't time.-Amy Randolph, in N.
Y. Ledger,