The Washington times., 1894-10-21

the fifth day he wandered disconsolately
around the various spots associated most
closely with her. He finally threw himself
abidingly down by the mountain laurel they
had seen on their first row, and began to
count up the period OF their acquaintance
ship. Into his reyerie, at this stage, there in
truded a faint dip of oars. What more likely
than that Hettie May should be rowing down
the river? He leaped to his feet, and looked
across few feet of water into her eyes.
'Hettie!' he cried rapturously.
"Hello," she answered demurely.
Row in to shore, he said.
Very slowly and with rapidly-deepening
color she guided the boat to shore Der heart
was beating eXcitedly, for the rapture in his
bright young face was too pronounced for her
to ignore. He held out his hand to help her;
she put hers in his, and at that touch re-
serve flew to the winds, and they were in
each others arms.
81 want you. Hettie," he whispered, and
bent to kiss her. She broke away and looked
at him almost with fear.
Il love you. and you know it''
eyes do know it; and love you, but it is
my disgrace!"
''That is word that cannot pass unex-
plained.' he said.
''Oh, you know, you must know the terrible
difference in our stations"
''How did you find out that it existed?" de-
manded Theodore.
Find what out?" asked she. blankly.
"That there is difference in our stations?
thought that you still considered me a sort
of nondescript fisherman in the employ Of
Sam Hurlbut."
And what are you If you are not?" asked
Hettie. turning deeper red
"Well, I'll tell you, he said, reddening in
his turn. II never tried to misead you,
Hettie-on my honor l never did: but your
y,iCt 1Iya cn1 aaf Hr1f a.
think il worth while to correct it. Then
learned-oh, so quickly-to love you, and
dared not ssll you the truth about myself, for
fear your pride would make you send me
back into my own world-my heartless world
of fashion and folly. For it is a mere sum-
mer's amusement that calls me down here.
and it is a mere whim that leads me to crab
frantically, and to turn my haul over to Sam
Hurlbut. He reaps the benefit, not 1. Oh,
don't turn from me, Hettie"
"Who are you then?" she asked.
my name is Theodore Tyndall, and my
father is Barry Tyndall, the banker.
You live in New York;
''Yes' -
"On what street?"
Madison avenue"
"Is your number 3259?''
eyes, " he admitted. "Duu't worry. Hettfe
May. Ny father may show me the door II he
wishes. and he probably will, but | would
rather have you than all the wealth in the
world. Look up, darling, and say you be-
lieye met
"Oh. I believe you." sne said, "and maybe
your father won't show you the door after all.
Tor 1 am Hester May Mortimer, and live in
the house next to yoursi'
''Noln shouted Theodore.
Yes"
"But Aunt EmmaY"
"Oh. Mrs. Riker is q dear. stern old nurse
OF mine who, when she heard thar the doctor
had prescribed for me outdoor occupation,
brought me down here, where she has carried
out the doctor advice. We all call her Aunt
because she is such a loving old soul.
you can't live next door to US. said Theo-
dore dosmatically, "or we should have met
before"
Come to New York now and prove it,"
she said teasingly
May Mortimer" he said. still aghast.
She nodded with intense enjoyment
why. We will have to begin ai over again, -
he said rueiuly.
Not all over again, she falered. auda-
ciousiy; lets begin from the time 1 stepped
of that boat.
He did so, promptly. Ladies' Home Jour
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