The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1892-10-05
A SECONDHAND SWEET
HEART.
By HELES FORREST GRAVES.

BY HELM FORREST GRAVES.
Another room Is gone said Betsev
~Eh ?" said Mrs Moore
why, the ceilin' came down plumE
in the north chamber last night" ex
claimed Betsey, standing in the doorway
with the mop in one hand and pail ol
water in the other. Looks exactly as il
thered been an avalanche o lime dust
there. Guess If was the rain dcne il
I've knowed that ruff was leaky this
good while. An it's ny dooty TO tell ye,
maam, the back staircase amt safe to use
no longer. There's one step gone and
the balasters loose. And cook says she's
that nervous she can't stay in the house,
with the loose bricks tumbling down the
kitchen chimney every time the wind
raises q Bit"
Ms. Moore sighed. She was q hand
some, high featured woman with dark
eyes and shabby-genteel silk wrapper
Worn at the elbows.
Never mind, Betsey," said she. "Itu
all be right, once Miss Ethel is married.
Doctor arrow is a man Of wealth. He
viii rebuild the old Moore homestead for
IS"
Well" muttered Betsey, "it's q good
thing the weddin's comm soon, or there
wouldn't be no house left to rebuild"
At the same moment q pretty young
gipsy ofsixteen was rushing frzntically
into one Of the great, sparsely furnished
bedrooms with a pasteboard box in her
hand.
Overhead plump little plaster Cupids
swung garlands Of flowers from the crack
ed and discolored cornices; a faded rag
zupplied the place Of carpet, and the
merry sunshine played hide and seek
with the worn places in the yellow da-
mask curtains, and a beautiful young girl
sat at a rheumatic writing desk, with her
chin supported in her hands and her sea
blue eyes fixed dreamily On space.
Ethel. Ethel. here's another box
come by express :" screamed the young
sister, breathless with rapture. 1T must
be the veil Do open II and look Do,
Ethel, please. Oh, I never saw : we'd
ding veil before in al my life, and do
50 want 10 see what it is likeF'
EtheT NFoora lookal M
@You can open il, said she, without a
change Of posture.
swell. I declare" said Milly. "Any
one would think was the bride Well,
here goes Oh, oh isn't it beautiful ?''
Ethel leaned forward little and scru-
tinized the delicate folds Of lace more
closely.
aYes," she said, indiferently, ats
pretty enough. But it's the wrong pat
tern 1T don't match the founces and
the jabot'
1T must 20 back at once :" cried MI
ly. only three days nov, and the
wrong pattern Of lace What are people
thinking of"
~oh, let it stay Hstiessly uttered
Ethel. what difference does it make
whether it one pattern or another"
What diGerence?" Millicent looked
hard at her sister. @Oh, Ethel, Ethel
Pm 50 sorry Cousin Jim is coming to the
wedding"
Ethel Moore colored an intense scar.
let.
''SOrry-sorry that our own cousin is to
be here on theoccasion ofmy marriage .
@No-no,T hesitated Millicent-"not
that. But it sets you 70 thinking of him.
Il he so very handsome, Ethel? Is he
handsomer than Doctor Darrow2 You're
such funny girl, or yos would have
photographs OF both Of them Bat there
comes the pony, and I must make haste,
OF shall lose the down express train,
for the veil.
Mike, the errand boy, was promptly de-
posed from his place in the battered little
village cart, and Miss Milly jumped in,
took the box in her lap, and whipping
the ponny briskly up, drove away as
fast as she could.
Just IN time for the express - she
cried. ~And now I may as well wait FOR
the up train There may be some one
that / know on il"
Il beg your pardon" said a pleasant
deep-toned voice, ~but can you tell me
the way to Moo7e's Chf?'
Milly turned, and saw a handsome
man, with light yalise in his hand.
10 Mooreis CEF?" she repeated.
aWhy, am MiIlicent Moore, and I'm
going straight there. 'I-think-you
must be-Jim :"
THAT is my name,H be answered
brightly. @And you are little MiIly, Of
course
She looked gravely at him He eould
almost read the sudden changes Of
thought in her blue, solemn eyes and
varying color.
"Please get into the cart - said she
II suppose must take you to the Cliff
as there's no depot wagon here Bot"
touching the phlegnatie pony with her
whip-lash, am almost sorry you've
comsl7
@sorry? Why, little Millyl And I
thought We were to be such friends, he
cried.
Il think perhaps I'd better tell you all
about it, said she, speaking as if she
had not heard his words "Nl one
knows It all but me and Ethel Ethel
won't be pleased, but-but-Oh,
lin, hadn't Won better 90 AWAY without