Telegram-herald., 1890-07-02
HETTYs STOKES.
sr.ovs Undsr the I1n6sns. Be-
comes . Reality.

cropblng his pea into tns middle page
OF hts zccoun = book. and staring up
with eyes q roaRd szrp-is@. Non
sense. child. NONSENSE WHAT % yVz
want 20 20 into factory tory'
The rosy sunset was gliding the
ancient rcot tree of Laurel E&rm; TIE
merry habols OF the brook in the ravine
sounded preteraaturally loud In the
stiffness. AID The grand blAckbira who
always came 20 the mtlk-roon window
70 receive his ycsper meal from Hetty's
o~n plump fingers. was swinging idly
20 and fro on the bFench OF the apple
tree. uttering nute-liko note now and
then; Ar. Plumer sat by the kitchen
table. grim. bald-he.eed, worn 70 q skel-
eton By hard work, HeIty stood II the
opposite easement picking over jat-
black cherries for the tS2- table.
diupled. fair-faeed girl. with solemn
blue eyes and brown hair carled IN a
knot 81 the back OF her head
II should like little money OF my
own" said IIetty. timidiy.
Don't give you dollar a week. as
long as the city boarders stay?' de-
manded slr plumer.
"Yes, but you pat il all into the saw
ings bank" complained poor Hetty,
and never have q penny Of my own 10
spend
"An you need. ell you needF' said the
farmer, authoritatively. and he went on
with those endless accounts, until poor
Hetty felt as IL all the world must be
represented by numbers
Mr.. Plumer owned tho farm. Aunt
Jemimg managed the household and
Hetty was a, every ones beck and call
The city boarders, 70 be sure, made q
pleasant change in her nonotonous life.
but then she was afraid of thorn. of all
except Hugh Allaire, who helped her
with tho sick chickens. picked blackber-
ries nth her OF the dewy August morn
incs, 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 hogan to miss him during his occa-
sionGl absences, and to rejoice at his re-
turning. in degree which was by no
means accounted for by tho chickens
and tho pinks. And. truly, Hugh Al
laire was a frank, honest young fell
low. who would fully justify any girls
psrtiality.
Poor Hetty! She felt that she was
shabbily dressed, and many timc she
had stepped behind the lilac hedges to
conceal tho contrast as tho gGyly-at-
tired city damsels fluttercd by, in search
of ferns. or upon botanical expeditions
into tho cool woods
"And yet" said Hetty to herself, "I
should be as good-looking as any OF
them, If only had their silks and rib
bons and lace frillsw
And when Farmer Plumer absolute
ly vetoed the factory question, Hetty's
active mind turned IN other directions.
Miss Edgett teaches in Fifth ave-
nuc school, she pondercd. as, mentally.
the summon boarders passed In roview
before her. ''They pay her literally,
people say. But / couldn't teach. l
am not wise enough for that Mrs.
Arblay is On artist, and paints minia-
turcs on ivory for fifty dollars each. 1
can't paint Miss Folliott writes for
tho Boston magazines / wonder if
could write for the papers?"
But Aunt Jcmima threw cold water
on this scheme.
STUFF and nonsenser' said Aunt Jemi-
ma, who was cutting up pigeons for pie.
Folks has TO be born with talent for
that sort of thing"
"But how do / know that l wasn't
born with it?" queried Hetty. persist
emily.
~ guess you'd have found IL out be-
fore this" said Aunt Jcmima, packing
her pie-crust-lined pan with tho tender
legs and wings OF pigeons and raining
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-
tIon. smiled sadly on the young as
pirsnt.
You might try" said sho. THE
field is open 10 all. l would not willing
ly discourage any one, although my o IN
I experience las bttl trying.
So Hetty sat down. and wrote little
story-a story of country fields and
sweetsnelling woods. with such simple
element OF lovo rs her girlish e1pori-
encc had taught her; ard sho read it to
IIugh Allairo.
"Do you think tho Weekly Leader
will publish it?' said sho.
"of course it WILL" said Hugh. And
so she sent it in.
And, encouraged By Mr.. Allaire's cor
dial interest, she told him oil her hopes
and fears with innocent openness-
"Hotty." said DO, cts all nonsense,
your not looking az we'll as those puf'cd
aad painted city girls You are q roso
in a garden of poppies; diamond In a
heap OF glass stones You arc prettier,
at this moment than any girl in the lot
OF en-
Bus Hetty laughed and shook her
head
II know better than that" said she.
But If once Love Uador tho Lindens'
IS accepted. III have a now bonnet oi
white, split straw. and ro0f French roses
in it And ttsa vou shall sce!-
IN \ week OF 50. . check for a liberal
sum arrived. drawn to Hester Pluu1er -
''Thorer' criod triumphant HettT.
1T must be good story OF is would not
b accepted
''0f course, - said Hugh. no1ding his
head. Didn't I tell you so?~
50 HetsT wrote a second story snd
sent ik and this. also. uss literally
pai1 for Miss Folliott was little sur
prised at tho brilliant suosess q this
entireIT inexpsrienoed s1isazata Mr.
Pin7neT stared Aunt Je1lima wished