The Forrest City times., 1894-08-10

ndu so Rlauly accepted the lnvltatlOn to the parsonage had been that she wished to have Rose all 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- certain, and here was the old lady. The coaching party would take them both away, no doubt, and certainly at Mrs. Dexter's age, she, and not the daughter, would be the proper one to entertain Aunt Hetty. So Rose settled the affair in her own mind.
 It was gay company on the great coach, with little grig of a bugler and twenty young people on top, while the chaperons were snugly bestowed inside. If you doubt whether so many could find space on a mountain tally ho, just present the problem and the coach to party of that size, on fine summer morning, and they will speed fly prove the truth of my statement.
 Two smiling young men. in summer fiannels, and cheeks reddened 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 for days outing; party well chap eroned, horses and driver absolutely reliable. Could the young ladies join them? And a chorus of girlish voices added their entreaties, while the boy bugler blew delicately suggestive lot ,x<o of fattering invitation.
 Aunt Hetty's old eyes filled 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 ride on his milk ll-cart and then walked three miles more from the mills in the hot sun. and all for noth- ing,' she was thinking. But, dear me. was a pretty girl once myself, and had my good times, too So it chanced that what she said, in all sim cerity and earnestness. was almost convincing. Do go right along, Bet ty. I shall be over again in few days, mebbe, and this will give me a 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 shadow of regret on lips or in her heart, said:
 II 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 disappoi ntment; 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 DO matter about me at all,"' said Aunt Hetty. 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- CT, with a 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 com lnonplace 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 week, then 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 gleaming in marble white ness, of smooth, waters covered with dancing boats rowed by girlisn 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 Hetty had never seen; of the concert when Betty had been show cred with roses by her enthusiastic