Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1894-08-16
and without shadow Of regret on lips

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 disappointment; 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
faint no 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
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-
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
tases 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 Hetty 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 saucer, and
SO sweet; of the days when she worked
so busily to refashion the three sea-
sons old hats or gowns into dainty
oon fan&iope a. r. bo wow, Nv, Aha e;1 %
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 Hetty's
face shine with youthful delight as
she sang the lively boating songs and
rollicking 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 a pretty luncheon of bouil-
lon, lettuce sandwiches, fresh eggs,
berries, and great golden custard
pie, Aunt Hetty's special delight Than
Betty's deft fingers attacked the tiscse-
worn black bonnet, to make it locS a
little more ''like folks" as it's owEer
expressed it; and if particular p:-ce
of black ribbon which was to hive
made smart bow on her own little
turban ''made sunshine in shady
place." SO to speak, on the dreary wstste
of that ancient piece of head-geef, I
think that none of Betty's friends
missed it, because under the turoan
was face that made you forget what
was above it.
Who gives himself with his aims, feeds
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and rs"
Helen NJ. North, in Demorest's Mag
azine.