Litchfield enquirer., 1853-05-26
MISCELLANY.
How Woman Loves.

'Waltor.' said Mrs. Clay, you have not tasted your coffee this morning are you i'll 9 and she leaned across the table and laid her hand upon his arm.
 Moves, not quite well. l had a great deal 10 occupy me yesterday and he arose from his seat to avoid the scru. tiny of those clear eyes, adding If I shouldn't be at home at the dinner hour, Marion. don't wait for me; may be detained by business. And now kiss me before go.'
 If Walter would only leave the odious bank said Marion to herself. 'Snch a treadmill life for him to lead they are killing him with such close application ; and she moved about, busyisg her little bead, devising certain pathetic appeals to the Board of Directors" for mitiga- ton of his sufferings.
 When one is away from a dear friend, lis satisfaction to be employed in per. forming some little service for him, how trifling soever it may be. So Marion passed into the library. arranged Walters books and papers, producing order out of confusion. from a discouraging and heterogenious heap of papers. pamphlets and letters. moved his easy chair round to the most inviting locality. and then her eyes fell upon little sketch he had drawn. Poor Walter ! said she; with his artist eye and poet heart. to be count ing up those interminabls rows of figures. day after day, that any man who has brains enough for the Rule of Three could do as well. To think he must always lead such treadmil life. never feast his eyes on all that is beautiful and glorious beyond the seas: while SO many stupid people are galloping over the con iinent, getting up fits of sham enthusiasm just as the Guide Book directs. It is too bad ; she wished heartily she had bro't him other dover than her pretty face and warm heart.
 We'll, dinner hour came, but brought not Walter. Marion was not anxious. because she had pre- pared for his absence, and pushed away her food untasted.- Ste was unfashionabIe enough to love him quite as well (al.hough they had been married many happy years.) as on the day when the priests blessing fell on her maiden ear.
 Come here, Nettie, she said 10 a noble boy y; spring into my lap and lot me look into papa's eyes. and she pushed back the clustering curls from his broad white forehead. Tell me Nettie, which do you love best, papa or me?'
 Papa says I must love you best, be- cause he does.' said the child. Bless your baby lips for that answer. Where can that dear papa be. I wonder 2 The words had just escaped her lips when her father entered. Not with his usual beaming smile and extended hand. but with low uncertain step, as if he could with difficulty sustain himself, and with such a haggard look
 Send away the child, said he huskily. IT want to speak with you, Marion.' He is not dead don't tell me thas, said she, with ashen lips-her thoughts at once reverting 10 her husband.
 Better so-better so,' said the old man. shaking his grey head. then to live 10 disgrace us all he has, 1 'Who dars couple disgrace with Wal ter's name? z said Marion, with Q flashing eye; not you, dear father 2 as she looked imT loringly in his faco.
 1 He hos disgracsd us all I say r said tho proud old snan. 'You And I, Ant that Innocent child {; he has ombeEEleG money to large amount, and Is now h cuslody, and I have come Co take yos home with me, yoR and Nellie; for yos must fOrget him, NaFiOn.'
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 emnly, 'tls false ny noble, generous