Telegram-herald., 1891-08-25

what deep. true. earnest nature sic
had. no felt himself on the verge q
telling her how much he cared for her
be remembered. though. what his
mother had always told him: that Il
was easy enough 10 talk Of doing great
things. but the real test was 60 see =
spirit Of self-sacrifieo and thoaghtfui-
ness in small oaea So he WAS re-
strained by it. while Hazel. not dream
ing of the thoughts stirring him. talked
on IN her earnest. unconventional fash
ion
Great was the CONSERVATION next
morning when it was understood that
aazei would not accompany them ON
their little outing. She had coaxed her
mother not 10 give her reasons. as she
shrank from making q display Of her
small sacrifice.
what has como ovc~ you. Haxei7 II
were In mamma's place I'd compel
you to GO No one else can make such
coffee as you can." demonstrated Jack
And all tho others united in psrsua-
sions and prosestations; but Hazel re-
ached little as she saw them drive
away. throwing kisses and waving
their handkerchicfs to her. Then she
ran into the house. aired rooms, made
beds, and put everything in good order
before going into tho kitchen.
Mamie looked up in surprise as she
saw her.
II thought you done gone to de pic
mic with the res Of de folks. Miss Ha-
eel. Use dest hurryin' up de dishes
SO / could go in an clean up de house"
she said.
mo; I'm going to stay home, Nanrie.
TO help you get ready to so to picnic
yourself, this afternoon" said Hazel.
cheerily.
"You sholy doesn't mean II, Miss
Hazel! You's dest a-makin' fun oh me.
isn't you?"
"No. indeed Tn rot, Nannie;;" and
then Hazel unfolded her plan, and told
of the lovely afternoon to be spent In
the park with the old mother and Sis
ter and little baby, and Of the nice
lunch and the free street car ride, and
no supper to get, aad no dishes to
wash, till the girls face shone as II 1t
were polished.
"You's mo- like an angel than a gal.
Miss Hazel" she said, at last, her voice
choked with feeling. ut viii make a
rew woman of nanny to have sech a
trip; and rs for me, why-why it'll be
mos like Heaven to have sech a nice
long res and q fino lunch Eke-like
white folksr'
After tho noontime meal had been
served. and dai1ty. yet substantial.
lunch packed in n neat basket. Mamie
hurried home with her joyful tidings.
The afternoon seemed rather long
and lonely to Hazel, but she comforted
herself thinking of the happy group
around faithful Mamie in the park.
Then she prepared q dainty supper for
her papa and two elder brothers, who
could not leave their business to attend
the picnic.
Just as she set down to tho table,
rosy and smiling, Mr.. Alvord came in
and joined them. Hazel was greatly
surprised to SEQ hin in advance OF the
rest of the party. but as he volunteered
no explanation, she contcnted herself
asking questions about the days pleas
ures.
After the dishes were washed they
went out to the hammock together.
and there, watching the young moon
and the bright stars that came out one
by one. Mr. Alvord told her how he had
never stopped teasing and coaxing till
Mrs. Duncan had told him her reason
for staying at home; that he felt sure
he loved her before, but when he heard
of tho sweet spirit of self-sacrifice
which made her give up a day of pleas
ure that she might give happiness to n
poor. tired colorcd servant, he knew
beyond all doubt that he had found the
one woman above all others who could
make his lifo one of happiness and sun
shine, if she could only care for him
And SO it came about that the great
est joy that can come to loving wom-
an came to Hazel Duncan when she
planned and executed Nannie's picnic
Laura j. Rittenhouse, in Demorest's
Morozty,o