The Forrest City times., 1894-08-10
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 mer- rily with Mamma Dexter while they re- lieved great dish of strawberries of their stems.
 Betty, a college senior now, was scarcely beauty though her hand some. smiling brown eyes made one forget any little irregularity of fea- ture. 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 a 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- agreements 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 Betty, ''and mother and do most of the work together; but you will have royal welcome, dear" And Rose, being genuine, though very desul- tory sort of girl, by reason of her long years of orphanage and years of trav- cling about with mad 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 a volume of ''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 neighbor and me
 But really" said Betty, '.it is only the purest selfishness 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- CTS, I suspect" said Mrs. Dexter. as the sound of tally-horn from the coach of neighboring mountain re- sort was heard rolling in peculiar ca dence among the echoes Tt 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- Ions. high, cracked voice of an old woman in gown and bonnet that may have been bravely fashionable nifty years ago.
 "so glad to find you at home, Betty and your ma, too. Walked all the way from Chatham Mills on purpose to see ve and hear all about the college. l hain't seen ye in a long time, and have been longing for sight of your sweet face"
 They gave her cordial greeting this old Aunt Hetty from Blake's Corners, and Betty kissed. with genuine affec- tion. the withered face. once outward lv beautiful and now shining with in- ward goodness, which action Rose mo- t;ced with bit of jealousy; for Rose exnected her friends to be very loyal to her. and loyalty, from her stand no;nt meant caring much for her and