Litchfield enquirer., 1857-07-16

J If I'm trying te read that mortal dry stuff ; about abatements aid assumpsits, and contin-
 uances aud writs, and judgments, ard demur-
 rers, and trovers and such, and can't get it .l through my hair, and kind of shut up the book and draw long sigh, and think never shall
 do it, my book ain't fairly on my knee before
 there she is can sec her cheering me up,
 and looking half pleasant and half vexed, as
 much as to say, Zeke., my life is in yours
 my luck is in yours-and my happiness is in
 yours-and are you going to give it all up ? Then l keep looking. and am almost ready
 to speak, as if she could answer, but I know
 better. So only think can't Fanny and
 this vision, or whatever it is, sort of smiles, and
 feel that 1've good mind to try it again,
 finding that Fanny Arbuckle, as it is plain to
 be seen, don't believe there is anything that
 anybody else can do, that can't Then her
 face grows mofe serious and mothcrly like, but
 handcomer than ever with the real beauty of l goodness. Then nice little fire side comes in- l to the picture, and the tea things, and little ! Zekel, and Fanny, and the boy I mean to ] name after you. Up goes my head straight, just as l begin to think I hear my youngest 1 one cry--and the way set my teeth into the If fa's is caution to Bills terrier dog. 1 don't let the thing in hand go, till Eve chew ed it all up and digested it. I tell you, Fanny is the best and the dearest and the Pshaw ! What nonsense I've been writing Just draw your pen through that if it won't 1 do to print, but if you do, be kind enough to tell a fellow, in your next, how it is that the 1 very things man hasn't any business to be ashamed of are the very ones he feels cheap to talk about. Let me sec where wasI? o why didn't your mother come iii with you ? says the old woman, says she.
 Bill looked sober--partly on Fanny's account but more l guess, to think how his old moth CT was failing. I looked at Fanny. Her bosom was heavng; as though there was some- thing there she could not keep down: First her face was red as fire, then as white as the cloth before her. The old woman, she kept a staring at Fanny through her great round spec tacles, as though she couldn't see what all this was about. Fanny. she tried to smile, just to make believe, but the smile on her face was like sunlight on a corpse She tried to speak, but her lips mov;d without saying any, thing, and the old woman she kept staring and staring.
 Why, mother,7 says old Bill, Fanny's mother is dead
 So she is declare said the old lady. Fanny sot back in her chair, and put both her hands with her handkerchief up to her eyes. The tears come, and the sobs followed, and | felt better, because 1 knew she did. I drank off my tea and I'll be blessed if it warn't half sugar, that I'd been piling in while this was going on. .,
 Bill, he didn't say anything to Fanny, be- cause he didn't know how. Nobody took any more tea, and the old woman she poured One cup full of hot water, and sossled it round, and then she poured it into the saucer, and wiped the cup, and then she poured the water from the saucer into another cup, and wiped the saucer-regular old fashion. We got up and walked into the other room; and left the old woman talking to herself Rebecca Prince that was, to die so yonng-but then she was al- ways poorly Why Fanny's mother was six 1 ty seven, if she was Q minute, and this old creature of eighty odd; calling her young. Fanny hadn't said word, nor neither. Old
 Bill, says he, Perhaps you'd like g turn in the garden:' Fanny put her handkerchief on her head, and took my hand: We walked out,
 and Bill never started to go a step with us. ] Tint old fellow knows more of real politeness, I that after aA is human nature of the best kind,
 than y0u can meet in any fashionable party on
 either side of the ocean.
 We never said word, and if Bill thought thot we should see anything of his garden
 tk5ngs he was mistaken. [ guess he knew < better than to think so We strolled on hand ial hand, til we got to the end of the walk and I couldn't go any farther. looked round, and I there wasn't soul in sight: Fanny she kEew | that by my face. She dropped her head On I my shoulder, and cried like two year old. I Epassed my arm round her waist, and though
 we never said word, it is likely, upon the whole, that we found out what lips are good
 for. Fanny she wiped her eyes, and looked up
 cheerful like, and as we walked back, ventnr- 5 ed upon the remark that it was beautiful af- ternoon. Fanny said yes and that was all
 that passed between us-but loved her bet
 ter than ever. A girl that loves her mother and that mother . good one-never makes
 her husband unhappy-till she leaves him for
 ever.
 I Whea we went in, the old lady got sot
 down with her open snuff box in her hand. Bill he Was smoking his pipe out of the window
 like house afre We took chairs, and to kind of start the talk, Bilp says I, I didn't
 know you hadsa gun. Why don't you bring
 it out on the fourth of July P
 I Lord how the old woman strengthened up. Her tea had really done her good. When
 William Saxbury takes that gun out of this
 house, says she, guess it will be after Fun
 dead and gone.'
 !; Needn't fret, mother, said Bill, between the paffs. rather think can't afford to
 spare my fingers yet and whoever lets oil < that old piece will stand g fair chance to blow off his hands,
 There's something remarkable about the T gun, then,' says I. N. , Now for yarn,' said Bill, SO low IT moth. r CT didn't hear him. 3 'Well,;I should think there vas, zckeil r Jones' said tho old lady. That gun scc its best days before the night you was born, and l remember when that was, well enough Old