Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-08-18
A VACATION MORNING.
Aunt Hetty and the College Girl
Just Home from School.

Out under the rose-arbor in the
pleasant front yard of the parsonage,
Betty Dexter, the minister's only
daughter, and her roommate at col
lege, pretty Rose Houston, in their
fresh summer gowns are chatting mcr-
rily with Mamma Dexter while they re-
lieved great dish of strawberries of
their stems.
Betty, college senior now, was
scarcely beauty, though her hand
some, smiling brown eyes made one
forget any little irregularity of fea-
turc. And though everyone in college,
at least in the upper classes, knew that
she was only minister's daughter,
and though any girl with half an eye
could trace the transmigration prog
ress in her hats and dress, and knew
that she could never give really
handsome spread, yet no girl within
the college gates was so popular as
Betty Dexter. No girl had so many
invitations for vacation, so many en-
gagements to walk drive, row and
go into the city; but nearly all of her
vacations were spent at home with the
ever-busy mother and the delicate
father, who made many self-denials
In order to meet the slender college
bills. With her this summer, by spe-
cial request of the mother, had come
her roommate, little Rose Houston,
the orphan heiress from New Orleans,
who loved Betty better than she loved
anyone else in the wide world.
''Ours is tiny dot of home," said
naf+u $50 MI ,,,nthat- onl I Il ,Nf
the work together; but you will have
"A royal welcome, dear" And Rose,
being u genuine though very desul-
tory sort of girl, by reason of her long
years of orphanage and years of trav-
cling about with a maid and her guar.
dian, had been more than glad to
come.
On the little table in the rose arbor,
besides Mrs. DeXter's working basket,
was volume of 1.-THE Vision of Sir
Launfal," which the ladies had been
reading in turn.
"There is such a musical swing to
those last verses" said Rose, that one
is forced to remember them:
-''Who gives himself with his aims feeds
three
Himself, his hungering ncighboring and me. >"
but really" said Betty, lit is only
the purcst sclfishness TO be kind and
generous to others, for the reward is
so sweet
And here comes over the hill re-
ward for two busy young housekeep-
ers, | suspect" said, Mrs. Dexter, as
the sound of a tally-horn from the
coach of a neighboring mountain re-
sort was heard rolling in peculiar ca
dence among the echoes. 1T is a
charming day for coaching party"
A nearer sound, however, attracted
their attention before the coach could
reach the gate-a sound of the queru-
lous, high, cracked voice of an old
woman in gown and bonnet that may
have been bravely fashionable fifty
years ago.
$50 glad to find you at home, Betty,
and your ma, too. Walked all the way
from Chatham Mills on purpose to see
ye and hear all about the college. |
hain't seen ye in 4 long time, and |
have been longing for sight of your
sweet face"
They gave her cordial greeting, this
old Aunt Hctty from Blake's Corners,
etAo ''SStO hiooCi, WiJl BCnuluc dutc-
ton, the withered face, once outward
ly beautiful and now shining with in
ward goodness, which action Rose no.
ticcd with bit of jealousy; for Rose
expected her friends to be very loyal
to her, and loyalty, from her stand
point, meant caring much for her and
little for others. 1t was n part of her
education and perhaps no one could
blame her. Indeed, onercason why she
had so gladly accepted the invitation
TO the parsonage had been that she
wished to have Rose nll to herself. At
college some one was always seeking
her; but here she thought it would be
otherwise Yesterday, however, there
had been Sunday-school class to en-
tertain, and here was the old lady.
The coaching party would take them
both away, no doubt, and certainly at
Mrs. DcXter's age, she, and not the
daughter, You'd be the proper one to
entertain Aunt Iietty So Rose settled
the affair in her own mind.
1t was gay company on the great
coach, with little grig of bugler
and twenty young people on top, while
the chapcrons were snugly bestowed
inside. II you doubt whether SO many
could find space on mountain tally
ho, just present the problem and the
coach to party of that size, on fine
summer morning, and they will speed
lily prove the truth of my statement.
Two smiling young men, in summer
nannels, and checks redeemed by
the brisk drive, were on the ground
before the coach had time to stop, and
were making their salutations to the
ladies and their request to Mrs. Dex-
ter. They were going to Eagle Cliff