Litchfield enquirer., 1853-09-22
MisceAaQs.
FoUR CHAPrERs oF A WHITE LIE.

let. Now don't dare tell her that I have lost it. as you may remember l did, at Mrs. Lucy's party. It was the last gift of mv father. and very valuable. l am sure do not know what to do. and Lena Alley threw the letter impatiently down. a
 1t is well you are hereia New York, , replied her queenly cousin. shaking the heavy curls from her shoulders. as she looked up unwillingly from her book, what does aunt say 2
 'She wishes to know that if by miss take I could have brought it on. or if l remember when last saw it.and where ?''
 Easily answered. little simpleton.- Just tell her in general way, that you wonder at her for thinking you so care> less as to bring it on here, and say that before you went to the party you saw it fastened to the toilet cushion in her room you know you dressed there
 But woE't that be falsehood almost, urged Lena timiGly.
 A 6ddlestick, you little puritan ;; where's the lie? You haven't brought It to New York. have you? You did see it on your mothers toilet table didn't you ? You must learn to distinguish between prudent way of getting over a matter, and sheer falsehood, you little country bit of perfection
 Lena seemed satisfied She could not brook the sheer of her beautiful cousin, nor could she bear the term puritanical which her fashionable New Yo,k rela- lives styled her acts of conscience. The letter was written. sealed, and sent but that night in the midst of splendid throngs, Lena's heart beat with shame for the deed at which conscience rebelled.
 CHAPTER IT.
 Mary come here I want to see you alone moment. and Mrs. Alley entered her room followed by bsr handsome, in> noccnt little chambetmaid.
 Mary, I have lost my emerald brace 'e', she said firmly, when she had seated herself. T want to know if you re. member seeing it?' | Mary turned pale she was extremely limid. and the thought that she might be even suspected. fris htesed her exceed. iDgly.
 When she answered hef voice trembled, 'Indeed, mann, I don't think I've seen | it all.' But, Mary and the tone grew stern- CT, L"na writes that the last time she saw 1t. it was in this room, on last Wednesday week. The night I left you here alone. Ian, positive that no one but yourself has since been in. miss. ed 1t that very night--tellme if you have taken it--6nd i.--return it to me, and \ wilifosgiye you.'
 .Ohl Mrs. Alley, indeed, don't know anything about ii, exclaimed the girl, beginning 10 wiring her .hands with a look of terror: never vas thief mother will Tell you that. She brought me up te the Sunday School and good things. Id sooner spill my hearts blood than touch it. O now indeed rcmem- Der. It seems as # Miss Lena had it ; repeated the gil. trembling 60 she could hal dly stand upright. Il do think--I believe I saw it on her arm yes. am sure Miss Lena must have taken it 10 wear to tDle party That is the coolest impotence I have heard yet,' exclaimed Mrs. Alley, her l lips qu:yefing with passion q might have forgiven you had you been candid and told the truth. But the charges you make against my daughter--the soul of candor iiself-place you entirely out, of the reach of my sympathy. l am as- tonished! confounded at your duplicity, no less than convinced by your manner. No honest gi.l would blush and stammsr and then turn pale-or turn her guilt upon another. Ishall dismiss you if you do not restore the bracelet. heard you speak of ii, saw you look at it that evening; but the thought never entered my mind that you would steal. If II do not get the bracelet soon, ,very soon.I shall write to William Harmon, and do you think hs will marry you when he hears that you have been suspected as thief ? You may take to morrow to restore me my properiy-you know do as I say. | Win cheek as white as any corpse, and Eild light in her glazed eyes, Mary toiiered from the room. Iel. her way along the enlsy (for darkness seemed to have fallen apon her) np the stairs. inis her owu httle chamber. There falling headlong on the floor. she laid in silent bitter agony. Her spirit was almost bro. I hen. Where now were all her happy dreams Dashed ike temple by some sirong wind --iheir rains choksd up be- heart. The long sunny road gas dark. tened. The httis cottage wilb iis honey. sukle. lls garden, iss frnis tees. struck by plllless lightning. The priest and ths a!ias. the manly losm oF William, wiGl his hopesl dasE eyss--shut from he gu.lsie.e thought hY tl,e elond of doubt of boElid apeulallon. Vmlans oe olIloars and ialls. cad Mi,Dosses, anh dl1wrnee