Litchfield enquirer., 1853-09-08

l windows, and rows ot lustrOuS silver for so the tins ranged on circular shelves seemed to bim--looked as glimpse Q heaven might, to some poor prisoner whose life had been passed in dungeon
 What makes my little Atty so merry to night ?" asked her father, as the chile with sparkling eyes and busy fingers heaped her plate with delicacies from tht supper table, and with shy, happy glan' ces, hurried from the room.
 What is she doing ?" he added turn to his wife.
 "Oh, nothing, only taking it upon herself to supply all the beggars in ere, alton. ! really think Atty ought to be applenticed to tbe city missionary. She is delighted at an old garret, and nothing suits her like picking up lame, sick and hungry children. l shouldn't wonder if she makes regular Hannah Fry"
 Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of these, the least ot my brethren. ye did it unto me, said MT. Marion, in tone of slight reproof. He had hardly spo- ken, when thrilling shriek burst from below; a cry of "mother, mother," in tones of piercing agony.
 With an exclamation as wild. the pa, rents rush down into the kitchen. Sight of horror! their child was nearly envel oped in flames, from out of which look ed the half wierd face of the. little beg gar boy.
 Stepping to place the food before her protege, her clothes had caught from a living coal-but the boy sprang to his feet. and while the cook stood wringing her hands, closed his arms about her and forcibly held her face against his breast, folding her clothes so tightly that the fi,e only harmed himself. Gailant, ,bfave boy His hair was bulnt-for he had bent bis head to shield hers his hands, his alms, were raw and bleeding, but he flinched not till help came. ard the fire was put out.
 "Oh ! you blessed little savage" "mut- tered Miss Prue, bending over the sick boys couch; "may the Lord forgive me for calling you human pig. You are the dearest little beggar brat that ever l knew. l declare l shall always love the whole brotherhood for your sake P and she led littlo Atty, whose tears were flowing freely at the sight of the bans daged limbs, from the room. B.
 :" How is he, Prue ?" asked Mrs. Ma rion, anxiousl y.
 "Oh, delightful, ma'am; his fever's all gone.'
 Mamma" sobbcd Beatrice, laying her head on her mothers lap. " I'll love him :, all my life'' :,
 Twelve years rolled on. The boy of nine was the man of twenty one, tEe once homeless child of poverty-the mo- ble foster son of aflluence i; the ragged. unlet,ered outcast-the ripened scholar. Around his brow nobility had wrought her living crown. Handsome, perfectly self-possessed, he stood in the splendid parlors of his benefactor, on the night of a brilliant ball. 1. was the eighteenth birth night of Beatrice.
 Leaning against the marble mantle, he drank in the music of her glorious voice -bathed his sight in her resplendent beauty. For him sounded those liquid notes Or did the exquisite whose dainty fingers dallied with the music sheets, to show the flashing light of his diamonds-did he aspire to the thought that this gifted being was ready to bestow her heart fol his asking?
 "BeatIice looks queenly to night. .'said some one near him.
 "Yes; do you believe the rumor of her engagement with her fathers pro- tege ?''
 Lawrence grew brcatbiessly attentive. "No; Beatrice Marion is too proud to ally herself with beggar. You know her family is one of the most aristocrailc in New England. To be sure this fellow saved her life years ago, but an act like that never yet rubbed out the stain of low birth lha: heard of
 Deathly pale grew young Lawrence "And is it thus am regarded?" he thought with swelling heart, and the passions of noble nature warning in his bosom. "Ia beggar!-Hang on the hem of this mans charity ? Never-ne0- CT shall such be said Of me again. Nev l CT, never 1 will go from here. though the love I bear that girl. sunder my soul and body. Ia beggar-and that within me that could lead an army through ten thousand battles. Oh l! now my spirit scars, higher. higher than these painted things how far above yon brainless flop I know myself placed by nature. / a beggary No there is that within me that shall bring a world of homage to my feet"
 Blazing lights. forms of hoyri loveliness' tones of soft music, sparkling wit, smiles many and happy--all were passed un" needed and how pale he looks" was whispered from ear to car.
 Unconscionsly he,had wandered near