Litchfield enquirer., 1854-06-15

| I tric wires. The minister might have preached in dutch that day. and his ser. mon would have been quite as edifying, But the one subject engrossed the pub. lie mind. The widows bean-that was the topic
 1 It actually seemed, too, as though the lady tried to make all the talk she could. After tea. arm in arm with the strange gentleman she walked the whole length of the village. and away out into the cemetery, and never till the moon was high.
 1 "A nice looking dress she had,' drawl- ed out Grandma w., as she listened to the widows wandering. I'm glad l hain't got to wash it. all .drabbled up I,with dew, as it must have been; but don't suppose she thought or cared a word about it. she's so carried away with him. But I'll give her a piece of my mind the first time I have a chance, see if don't. Cheating us all in this way!' But the good old dame began to fear, by "Wednesday night, she should never have the desired chance. She hurried through her washing on Monday, and hobbled over to the widow as soon as possible, but the door was locked, and one of the neighbors said Mrs. c. and the gentleman went off in carriage. no body knew where, very early in the morning. Yes, and never get home till nine o'clock. in the evening. Look out, Widow Q. your character is on the car- pet
 If she knew it, apparently she didn't care. for the next day she went sailing with her beau, api the next day she went rambling with him away of to the noun, tain: and on the next forenoon went with him in carriage to the station house, and there not only wept as she parted with him. but actually embraced and kissed him.
 'What! in broad daylight 2 exclaim. ed Grandma w.. Well, if ever seed or heer'd the like on't?'
 Little Nell. the old lady's youngest 1 grandchild wondered to herself if it were any worse in broad daylight than at any other time. Perhaps you will wonder too. We do at least.
 There was very large attendance that afternoon at the weekly meeting of the society. Every body went that could possibly leave home and what a chatte,ing there was when the hustle of assembling was over There was but one topic, all>engrossing-- the widows beau-for the gentleman must be her beau. or at least he ought to be. Everybody had something 10 tell, something to wonder about. But sud denly every magpie tongue was hushed. a universal stroke of numb palsy seemed ,o have fallen on the group. as. looking up they percieved the very lady about whom they were conve'sing so eagerly. standing in the doorway.
 Good afternoon, ladies' said she in her usual quiet lady.like way. 'I'm glad to see so large and happy agath> ering. It is beautiful day for our meeting.' and then she proceeded to the table, helped herself to block of patch work, inquired for the sewing silk. which having received she sat down on the on- I ly vacant chair. and commenced hem- ming very red bird with yellow wing on 10 a very green twig. which latter had already been hemmed on to square piece of white cloth. and the whole then completed was designed to form the twentieth part of a bed spread. She seemed all engrossed with the birds bill, and spoke to none. Everybody wondered if she had heard what they were saying when she came in, but her placid coun- ,enance soon reassured the most fearful, and every one longed 10 commence per- sonal attack.
 Old Grandmama W. was the first to venture. She ment' to do up the mat ter very delicately. and in 50 rouOd about way that the lady should not suspect her of curiosity. She began by prasing Mrs. C's. dress. Why, it is q real beauty said she where did you get it 2
 I bought it, was the qulet reply. Here ? N 'No.'
 Where then 2
 In New York, last spring. 'Oh, you did. did youf But thought you wasn't never going to wear any thing but black again.
 Every eye scrutinized the lady's face this time in search of q blush, but it coh> linued as pale as usual; when she answer. ed :-
 II did think and say 50 once, but I have changed my mind.'
 You have. ha But what made you!' O. l had good reasons l Here the hearers and lockers on wink ed expressively at each other.
 But didn't you spoil your beautiful white dress Sunday night. wearing it way up there to the burying ground.
 T did not.'
 .You didn'tl But how could you help lao Tharn wae a vvnnd arf,.I haar,, 1oxv