Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-04-12

ing my tears a little. 'sShe said people didn't love me, and that was unhap- py because was mean"
 ''Who said that2" he asked
 .'She did. Mrs. Brown"
 ''My aunt?'
 '"That lady who was just here,''' I re. piled.
 | "Wel, she's my aunt, but guess you're mistaken. She didn't say that. :"
 "Well, she said I was stubborn, and that's the same as being mean"
 The boy let my hand go and whistled little, and thought I'd driven him from me, and that he was going to hate me, too; and began to feel more mis- erable than ever. But after the lapse of a moment he came nearer, and smoothing my hair with the greatest gentleness, said: ..
 "Don't worry about what my aunt said. She didn't mean to hurt your feelings. She just don't know, that's all. I knew she didn't know, and that you wasn't stubborn, and it made me sorry to hear her talk that way; so after we'd gone a little piece I told her I wanted to hunt some more flowers, and I came back, because I knew she'd made you feel bad. My aunt's good and kind, and she'll love you when she gets to know that you are not stub born"
 "She won't ever know that,' ob- jected, ceasing my tears almost en- tirely.
 "Yes she will," he replied, quickly, flor I'll tell her. I'll tell hertalI about it." he continued after pause, ''and I'll make her understand that yoHre a good girl, and that you ain't to blame for be- ing unhappy. She'll love you then, and be kind to you, and maybe that will make you feel better.''
 stopped crying altogether+after that, for in the prospect of having some one to love me forgot all my burdens of sorrow, and my heart was flooded with a happiness I had never known before. I felt that having the love of one per son to lean on could bear all my crosses and sorrows without feeling their weight, and that, however cruelty I was treated at home, the knowledge that one heart beat in, sympathy with mine would make my life very happy indeed.
 Seeing that was recovering my spir- it's, my companion exerted himself to advance my cheerfulness, Heading my thoughts away from my troubles with tact,worthy of a much older head, and within a short time we were chatting and laughing quite gayly.
 What is your name?" Ae asked, rath- CT abruptly, after had talked for five or ten minutes.
 Instantly tinge of the old pain came back to my heart, but it went with a hraoth and cti11 SVoi1snoe ' replied:
 My name is Agnes Owens"
 That's very pretty name," he re- marked. q like Agnes the best of any name know for girl. Don't you like it?''
 'Yes, I like Agnes," replied, the feeling of bitterness creeping into my heart again, land would be happier if people would call me that. But don't like to be called Ag, and that's what everybody calls me-"
 "That's not so nice," he said, slowly, land they oughtn't to call you that"
 II don't like for them to, and I've cried about it, and begged them to quit, but it didn't do any good. You won't call me Az, will you?"
 ''No, shall call you Agnes. But if I "CIG yOu1 h0 dOuSOB I SuOulOnb CaT0 about my name. It doesn't matter, Hanly and every ybody calls me Will, and to call me Bill they could. and wouldn't care"
 "Wen," said, little better satis- fled on that point, II wouldn't mind be- ing called Az, SO much, if people ell NR looks. don't like for them to say I'm red-headed, and call my hair 'wisps.' You wouldn't like that, would you?'
 q don't believe I'd care much. You see, boys ain't particular about such things like girls are, because boys don't care much for looks. reckon if I was girl. though, I'd feel like you do, and I guess I wouldn't like it very well. Still it don't hurt, and if were you I wouldn't worry any. Your hairs real pretty, think, and know 1t ain't 'wisps.' l know a girl who has hair beautiful, and they call it golden.
 My sister has hair like mine, ," re- marked, land they all speak of it as auburn. Auburn locks is lots nicer than red wisps,' isn't it?'' | guess your sisters hair ain't any pret- tier than yours. Yours is auburn, and golden, too; and it ain't 'wisps,' for it's locks. If I was you l wouldn't care what folks called my name, nor what they said about my hair, nor nothing else. I'd just let 'em Say all the near things they pleased, and wouldn't cry a bit. Your names pretty, and youI hairs pretty, and you're good-loolzing and no matter what they say they can't change your loolxs."
 think the greatest happiness hat
 ever known experienced right then
 At last had found some one who dit
 not think me wicked and homely, bu
 who saw goodness in my character anC
 beauty in my features. For the tim'
 the bitter past was plotted out, and al |, | tho tTO11h h1as and maine it had I,1,o110la