The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-08-16

them? And chorus of girlish voices
added their entreaties, while the boy
bugler blew delicately suggestive
little songlet out into the air by way
of hattering invitation.
Aunt Hetty's old eyes filed with
tears of disappointment, but she brave
ly winked them back before anyone
could see them-sO She thought.
Got up at five o'clock, did all the
work, tramped over to Zene Lucas to
catch a ride on his. milk-cart, and then
walked three miles more from the
mills in the hot sun, and all for moth
ing" she was thinking. but, dear
me. | was 4 pretty girl once myself,
and had my good times, too SO 1t
CHANGED that what she said, in all sim
cerity and earnestness, was almost
convincing. DO go right along, Bet
ty. l shall be over again in a few
days, mebbe, and this will give me
nice chance to visit with your ma
And by avoiding Betty's eye the old
lady considered that she had made
very neat thing of her hard task.
Rose turned eagerly to Mrs. Dexter
and waited; but Betty took the old,
withered hands that were nervously
clasping and unclasping in excitement,
and without a shadow OF regret on lips
or in her heart, said:
Il am so much obliged to YOU Tom,
but have other pleasures on hand for
to-day. But Miss Houston will go. |
think. You have never seen Eagle
Cliff, dear she continued, turning to
her friend, and it is glorious up there
in the darkness of the pines"
But the sunny face of the heiress
was clouded with disa appointments; and
to hide that look from Aunt Hetty's
sharp eyes, Betty drew her friend
quietly away to the house to prepare
for the drive.
'Tain't no matter about me at all,
said Aunt lIetty. Betty won't stay
at home on my account, will she?"
asked the wavering old voice
''She said that she had some pleasant
plans for to-day" answered the moth
er, with loving glance down the
walk where her daughter was waving
her hand to the departing coachers.
You may think the girl was practic-
ing Self-denial; but her mother de-
tected no trace of regret or disappoint-
ment in the dear face, and Aunt Hetty
had one of the happiest days in her
whole life-a day remembered with
deepest gratitude to the last of her
soon-closing life.
Looking over photographs is a com
mOnplace amusement to most of US;
but when ones eyes have seen just
about the same sights year after year,
for over fifty years, until the world
seems made up of little brown farm
houses and barns and sheds, and the
church and store once a week, then a
glimpse of handsome buildings, broad
lawns diversified with picturesque cot
tages and groups of pretty girls scat
tered about under the trees, of art
treasures cleaning in marble white
ness, of smooth waters covered with
dancing boats rowed by girlish oars
men, of study parlors decorated and
cushioned in the last and daintiest
fashion of college girls-then, | say,
looking over photographs ceases to be
commonplace
Betty had no end of pleasant stories
to tell of the college life; of its good
times and disappointments; of the days
when she visited the great city and
walked through the busy streets which
Aunt lIetty had never seen; of the
concert when Betty had been show
cred with roses by her enthusiastic
classmates, and how some of the roses
were as large across as a saucer, and
sweat. Of tba IovS 81 b., ,,-,-I..,1
so busily to refashiOn the three sea-
sons old hats or gowns into dainty
CONNECTIONS fit to be worn by the side
OF the gay headgear of her cOmpan~
ions She lived over again all her
pleasant college days, her freshman
/ hopes, sophomore ambitions and
/ Junior triumphs. She brought out
Roses banjo and made Aunt IIetty's
face shine with youthful delight as
she sang the lively boating songs and
rollicling tunes beloved of college
girls and men. For Aunt Hetty had
been lively girl, too, in her day, and
loved merry times She would ALWAYS
be little gayer in spirit, little less
likely to sit down in her old brown,
worn room and think of her bereave-
ments, than She had been; and once
in awhile, out in the little orchard
where not even the hired man could
hear her, or by the winter hearth
when the wise cat was asleep, she
would hum to herself, with great sat
isfaction, some of these college airs
They had pretty luncheon of bouil-
lon, lettuce sandwiches, fresh eggs,
berries, and great golden custard
pie, Aunt lietty's special delight. Then
Betty's delft fingers attacked the time
worn black bonnet to make it look a
little more like folks" as its owner
expressed it; and if particular piece
of black ribbon which was to have
made a smart bow on her own little
turban made sunshine in a shady
place" so to speak, on the dreary waste
of that ancient piece Of head-gear,
think that none of Bctty's friends
missed it, because under the turban
was a face that made you forget what
was above it.
Who gives himself with his aims fcedy
Himself, his hungcring ncghbor, and mo"
Helen NJ. North, in Demorest's Mag.
azine.
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