The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-12-08

half. Her mother would not move away
from the old neighborhood; she was not
that kind of woman. SHE staid and had
it out with the women. Her mother
loved her. Listen.
$50" the pretty girl was saying, 'he's
going to call tonight. Papa has never met
him yet, and-oh. nonsense And pink
mess covered her face There's very lit
tie to tell But of course papa will want
to see him, and-and-yes, it's true, it's
true, dear, and am very. very happy!''
And she laid her shining head on the
shoulder of her friend, whispering.
IF I'd been the Lord" Het's mother
suddenly said. her bonnet at it's restful
angle over her eye, "I'd never made an
inch of country. | hate it. The city's
good enough for me. Het. chat girl front
of US has got stylish hat on. Lizzie
would copy it if she saw it,
But Het did not look that way Moth
err she said, maybe it would be better
If went alone tonight. There's Lizzie,
you know. and of course she can't go
with us. And then tomorrow is Christ
mas"
II don't know why the whole family
should go. interrupted her mother tom
Clark won't go, of course, and they'll be
married in the winter. oh, Lizzie can
take care of herself! Her beau won't
make fool out of her. And as for Christ
mas-bosh'
Het turned to the people in the car.
Her mother frowned
"Oh, Harry Ludlow did that for you"
she said. ANY other man would have
stuck to the girl he'd asked to marry him,
no matter what she'd done. I'm going
west with you tonight, don't fret but
don't say it amt hard" And then there
was silence for some little time
"Het," her mother then said 81 won
der if it's true what that preaching crank
said-that they hadn't said word
against you to that firm out west new
er did believe in religious people They
whip the old boy round the stump all the
time. | bet you he's told em you were
shouldn't be put in your way. know
them They get out of lie by the skin
of their teeth. What are you looking at
that girl so hard for?'
''She is very pretty" returned Het
"She is very happy. She is about my
age"
well, you needn't try to catch every
word she says if she is" retorted her
at her head on that other girls shoulder.
| don't believe she's got an idea above
clothes-just like our Lizzie. forgot.
though, you haven't seen decently
dressed girl for two years. Well, look
at her if you want. Now am going to
Sleep"
There was strange confusion in Hets
mind. 1t was a sudden awakening Her
eyes shifted from the girl in front of
her, but her ears were open, and the
stray words she heard told her of the
great happiness of the girl-she loved
and was happy. Little by little she gain
ed the girls story-the story of sum
mer in pretty place, man and his adj
miration. He was poor man, poorer
than the girl, and she was contemplating
all manner of tender sacrifices for sake
of him, heroism asserting itself in her
fair little noddle after her heart had
surrendered itself.
Nearly an hour Het listened thus, more
and more stirred by what she heard,
holding her breath to catch every whis-
per, anxious to miss nothing, to know
entirely the beauty of this love and it's
promise. A woman should be willing
sacrifice for those she loves! girl
should help the man she loves at any
risk!
'Hetw
The train was in the long depot, the
people on their feet, her mothers elbows
growing intimate with the anatomy OF
her fellow pushers.
why can't you hurry, Het? What
are you dawdling for? What's to look
at? Though no wonder you look queer,
for these people have left their manners
at home, and they're in hurry to find
EN-. Why don't you push? That wo-
mans diamond rings are an awful trou-
BILE to her. She's so afraid people won't
see 'em. Look how she's making believe
her back hair wants fixing. Women with
diamond rings always have hair that
wants fixing nearly all the time"
Het turned and looked at the pretty
girl who had possessed herself of
dainty umbrella and was still talking to
her friend. Her eyes met those OF Het
lnstinctively, perhaps from pure happi-
ness, she smiled, That smile of ease and
joy showed Het still further the distance
between the girl and herself willing
sacrifice! Help those she loves at any
risk.
She reached the car door and looked
back. but the pretty girl had forgotten
hel ana was gazing from the window
for somebody Het, reaching the platform
of the depot. glanced round and saw
sun tanned young man going over people
to get to that window. such light in his
eyes that made her hasten to the side Of
her mother whose arm she grasped
Don't hurry. MOTHER" she said gasp
ingly She wanted to see the girl with
her lover. Wait"
Needn't to look for Lizzie" said her
mother, stirling on. ''She couldn't neg
lect her work. She's doing u girls wed
ding things. The weddings next week.
and they give extra pay for the rush.
Lizzie got enough white silk out of an
underskirt to trim hat for you The
idea of wearing white silk underclothes'
Oh. come on. Anybody might suppose
you expected beau to meet you like that
affected thi:.g in the car. saw hers
breaking his neck to get to her. Next
year they'll he quarreling and fighting
like cat and dog"
The pretty girl was lost. Het was now
out in the glare and the rattle of the
streets which had once been so familiar.
but which now seemed beWildeIinp after