The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1890-09-04
HETTY'S STORIES.
aLovs Under the Liudens" Be-
comes a Reality.

''Father," said Hetty Plumer, 'I
wish you would let me go into the
factory"
'Into 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 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
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 fute-like note now and
then; Mr.. Plumer sat by the kitchen
table, grim, bald-headed. worn to 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 a
knot at the back of her head.
Il should like little money of my
own" said Hetty, timidly.
Don't give you a dollar week, as
long as the city boarders stay?" de-
manded Mr.. Plumer.
"Yes, 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 ones 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 the chickens
and the pinks. And, truly, Hugh Al
lalre 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
aad stepped behind the lilac hedges to
conceal the contrast, as the gayly-at-
slfed city damsels fiuttered by, in search
q ferns, or upon botanical expeditions
into the cool woods.
And yet, said Hetty to herself, 81
saouid be as good-looking as any of
mem, ii only had their silks and rib
cons and lace frillsi"
And when Farmer Plumer absolute
y vetoed the factory question, Hetty's
ae'iFe mind turned in other directions.
Miss Edgett teaches in Fifth ave.
aae school, she pondered, as, mentally,
" summer boarders passed in review
selOre her. They pay her literally,
people say. But I couldn't teach. l
l not wise enough for that Mrs.
Afplay Is an artist, and paints minia-
sufes On ivory for fifty dollars each.
an paint Miss Folliott writes for
~ beston magazines. | wonder If
sSal0 write for the papers?"
nas Aunt Jemima threw cold water
0a this scheme.
IN and nonsenser" said Aunt Jemi-
sis, as.,, @ao was cutting up pigeons for pie.
vas has to be born with talent for
aas sort of thing"
oat how do I know that l wasn't
~. ss With it?" queried Hetty, persist
guess you'd have found it out be-
sals said Aunt Jemima, packing
pe-cFust-lined pan with the tender
~ wings Of pigeons and raining