diant with hope, Judit

hat was shooting in and out among the vines, chirpin

ure, holding the door in her hand. "

nt to the frowns on that young face. "Hurried through my work e

doing we

e us now. Neighbors like us oug

tend to," answered Judith, s

you'd rather a next-door neighbor shouldn't see-have you?" ques

u mean, Mrs

e like butterflies, ain't, as a general thing, put on for run-in callers such as I am. I begin to think,

; for the girl was so angry and disappointed that she did not e

he face of the best friend you've got-one that comes kindly to say her say

but checking a swift movement to cover the knot of ribbon wi

readfully. I have eyes as well as other people, but I never told a mortal how often I have seen you and-you know who-sitting in the or

and her black eyes shot fire; b

talk; little I

if it's only for your father's sake

fire in Judith's eyes, and her voice

and tell me what they say; not that I care, only fo

ook off her sun-bonnet and commenced to fan herself with it, for the good woman was heated b

other side of your mouth one of these days! Talk like this isn

as good a man as ever lived, every inch of him

ns; "which is the reason why no o

n air that would have been disdainful but for the

es up the hill too often; people have begun to watch for him, and the talk grows stronger every day. I don't join in; but

red Judith, wh

and that his visits mean no good to any honest girl, especia

them anything?" dema

that person keeps coming here. A girl without a mother can't spend hours on hours with a str

girls to be jealous, and their mothers, too, because Mr. S

s half a dozen hands to work on his place. This young fellow is an only son. Now, is

, which was entirely thrown away upon Judith, who felt the s

enough and clever enough to

saying that, after making his choice, he's no

rs, that are always flickering venom on some one. So it may as well be me as

erybody knows, that he'

to be m

these words broke from her lips, but to r

neighbor to his father's place-one who has plenty of m

at any of them says," retorted Judith, with fierce vehemence, while a

ith it. Every word may be a

base slander, got up out of spite? But who said it?

the public-house at the foot of the hill, where he leaves his horse. All agree in say

on't see how he could keep from

ew its keenest pang when jealousy, with one swift leap, took possession of her heart and soul and tortured them. But the girl

as the rest. He is coming home with father this afternoon. I thought it was them when you came in. L

within the good woman's memory. The table-cloth was spotless; the china unmatched, but brightly clean; the uncarpeted floo

with no little admiration. "What a nack you have got, Judith! Just to think that a few

a, as they are sure to do before long. The neighbors are so anxious

ion, and spoke defiantly, not at all restrained b

re the wren she had taken so much interest in

he had been informed before that damaging rumors were abroad with regard to Storms' stolen visits, and it was agreed upon between h

righten up her dreary old home with so much care, and would make her triu

orms I am expecting to tea. You can see w

in a good view. She saw two persons coming down the lane, as opposite in appearance as creatures of the same race could be. Young Storms walked vigorous

s could feel and suffer under those cruel lacerations. He could not have been induced to break the smallest blossom from its roots in that ruthless fashion,

d, Hart appeared as he struggled to keep up with young Storms, who knew that he was weary and too old for t

at; and tell them from me that he'll come again, just as long as

nd nothing more," answered the woman. "There

se not!" was the

r head, half sorro

father knows; but it is to be hoped he has found out somethin

d casting a wistful look on the table, hesita

ch hospitality; so the woman went away more angry tha

sh, heaping them unevenly on one side to conceal a crack in the glass, then ran into the hal