Litchfield enquirer., 1853-09-08

bored there.
 ella! ha! sentimentalist P cried a gay young gi'l, shaking her fan al Beauties. "Come all you knights, lis, ten while she speaks ," added the mock> CT. in light, merry tones.
 "Elow many yards of tapestry have you woven to day, fair lady ?" simpered an elegant but foppish young man, who had been her shadow during the evening "Tell me the color of your favorite, fail lady; l will wear it next my heart" he ontnued. placing his hand affectedly on that supposable part. "Give me the scarf as ladies did of old. and I will shiver a dozen lances for the sake of one sweet smiIe'
 Quicker than thought Beatrice snatchcd from her music book a. 6Iack ribbon, and with. mock gravity held 1t towards him. The sarcasm provoked a univeral litter, and the self possession of the young exquisite sank like the mercury when brought in contact with ice.
 He bowed, however, as he accepted it.
 But you don't mean to say," con. tinued the first gay speaker. |" that you are in earnest"
 Here Annie, Nellie-Mrs, Graves and all; here is the first one who has openly commended Bell Falconer for marrying the cabinet makers son."
 els she not indebted to him for he, life ?" asked Beatrice, while warm flush mounted to her cheek, making her look more than lovely. ..s
 Am 1 10 marry scullion. then, be- cause he saves me from peril ?"
 "Mr. Dale is not sculliop, but a brave generous man. True, he is not rich but he has that riches never yet bought" she added, rising and speaking with anima- ton" soul really great and noble. He is cabinet, makers son; yes: and gentleman-l have seen but few who equal him. would give more for the love of such one if he came from the deepest obscurity, than that of duke with millions at his command. Besides, he who in the moment of universal terror. rises superior to that self,interest natural to human nature, stands forth in my eyes the crowning triumph of manhood-a noble of Gods own creating. Would / love such one"-her beautiful eyes flashed. and she spoke with mingled sweetness and frmness-" yes, unhesi> .atingly and thank heaven for my lot 9 Why that start, Beatrice that rich flush and sudden pallor? Every eye turned to the direction of her momentary glance. Lawrence was leaning breath lessly forward-his eye unearthly bright, Lis lips compressed and pale. Surely never looked forth more bcaming face. One glance of almost rapture at the sweet womanly creature, and the young man, overcome with happiness. turned away and sought the quiet of his room. He was vindicated 1; nobly, gloriously and the murmur that now lan through the apartment was not without cause. X *
 "To leave us !? Have we treated you i'll, sir ?"
 "God forbid such thought, my more than father, but-but. sir, and the slight form dilated with noble pride ;" l wish to make myself name, sir r
 "Are you ashamed of mine, young man ?"
 Ashamed. sir, Mr. Marion; what [ question
 Because, sir, I intended to take yot into partnership to day, and here you are ready to march away from good fortune. Pretty well, too. young man I tell you am overrun with the calls ol my profession. shan't let you go sir no, you are moi going to leave us yet. shall give up most of my business to you. and hope you will consent to bear with an old man the burden in the heat of the day"
 "Mr. Marion, my kind friend" said the young man, in faltering tones--" the blessing of the orphans God be on you. What might my lot have been but for you and now you offel me compe' tence fame. everything all I ask ;" he could say no more, but with arms tightly folded over his heaving chest, turned away to hide his emotion and his tears. OGhttbC0 ub tHob tuOuIOnt OotuO " s"S door. In confusion she was turning back but her father sail, " come here. Beat rice. And yoa, young man. come here have watched you both this many year. To no plan, sir, could entrust the happidess of lLis precious child but to yourself. You think us proud. True we are; proud of untarnished virtue unblemished morals, and pure-hearted integrity. Without these wealth IS a curse; and wi,h them poverty an honor Take her. my son. Through Gods mercy you once saved her from cruel death at the risk of your lie; take her--that life she will hencefo,th devote to you, or mistake that blush. His blessing be upon you both, my children. Reader yonder poor child, treated perchance with indignity and insult, may rise as far above you m genius and non I F f Tsn T asNrs