The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1897-05-12

''Rebecca," cried the old lady next
morning, rs she drove the shaggy little
pony into the door yard, returning
from the village post Office, "Pve got a
letter. He's coming tonight"
''Is he?" said the girl, smiling be-
cause Miss Towers face was so radiant.
"Then I'd better run out in the garden
and gather fresh lot of Strawberries
before the sun gets any higher.n
eyes, run along; and remember,
Rebecca, and I've told you about sit
ting quiet and never disturb him when
he wants to write, and speaking very
low, and keeping out of his way, ex-
cept when you are wanted, for he
has just come from England where
they are very particular about SER
servants
"Yes, ma'am, / will remember"
she made answer, meeekly, and folded
up Miss Towers black large shawl,
while that lady hurried out into the
kitchen to see whether the fire was in
proper condition for the baking of di-
vers and sundry savory compounds de-
signed to tempt the appetite of the ex-
pected guest.
~ wish he wasn't comingw thought
our Becky. 1--WE have been so happy
together all the summer, and now"
"But Miss Towers voice shrilly call
ing to Becky to come and stone raisins
for her, interrupted the discontented
fragment of reverie into which she had
fallen.
Miss Towers was arrayed like unto
lilies of the field in her new steel-col-
ored silk dress-our simile applies to
the general gorgeousness of the ap-
parel, not its color merely-and white
satin ribbons in her cap, when the
stage rumbled into sight round the
corner of the fence, where huge will
low waved its green banner, shutting
off all outside view beyond its stream
ing boughs.
Little Becky Harland, who had been
on the qai Uiue at the garret window,
came flying down stairs like thistle
down blown by the summer breeze.
"Oh, Miss Towersi Miss Towers.
there is gentleman all alone on the
back seat of the stage, and | am sure it
must be Mr.. Towersw
"Mr. Towers" repeated the old lady,
with an accent almost of irritation.
"Why Rebecca, I'm sure Pve told you
that his name isn't Towers; it is"
But here she broke short off, hurry
ing 20 the front door to greet the new
conner, while Becky, in an accountable
fit of shyness, shrank back into the
corner and looked up into the picture
of Ruth and Naomi that hung over the
mantlepiece.
81 wish he hadn't come, / wish he
hadn't comer' repeated Becky over
and over TO herself ave were SD
happy beforev'
And then remembering Miss Tow
ers' judicious advice as to keeping out
of the way except when she was want
ed, Becky turned to escape out among
her friends, the downy chickens, at
the south door; but to her infinite dis
comfiture, just as she opened the door,
Miss Towers steel colored silk rustled
up 20 the threshold, with tall, stately
figure by her side and poor little
Becky came face to face with them her
cheeks dyed scarlet, and her red-brown
hair dishevelled by her haste, yet look
ing wonderful pretty withal.
"Rebeccaw slowly enunciated Miss
Towers, in an accent betokening sort
of mild displeasure.
But her tall companion, a man of
about thirty-five, with dark grey eyes,
hair black as a ravens wing, and q
face which, if not handsome, bore the
exquisite outlines of refinement, had
hastily passed her, and entered the
room.