Litchfield enquirer., 1857-07-09

embarrassment in making her first speech She was the friend of mamzelPs parents hel sainted Weinberg had a good master--she ane her daughter must naturally be mamzells gooC friends and all that Kaptenska Weinberg had to do was to lament that she had not known long before that the sweet mamzelFs mamma was not Fru Kamrerska Miller, but good Gummanf Jacris.
 Alas ! the vanity of human expectations Annette was laid in sofa, and Kaptenska was almost turned out of doors by the enraged Accountant. Mrs. Accountant was nearly distracted Lieutenant Hjalmar--calm, but very pale with apprehension, emotion, and an uncertain sort of joy at finding his beloved was rather below than above the station of his own respected parents--hung over the arm of the sofa, wondering at the agitation that laid her there, at loss to account for it, and unwil. ling, if he were able, to release the hand which Annette had almost convulsively clasped when he had caught her in his arms and carried her there. A burst of tears relieved her the Ac. countant then drew the young man away, and the girl was left to weep her tears upon the bosom of the sympathizng and indignant Nam ma Miller. Hjalmar gently pressed the hand that held his, as he drew it away. Annette felt and understood that pressure it went tc her heart it redoubed her tears, but it did her good. She recovered she sat up she said to herself 'Hjalmar will not change his love will overcome a Though am in ether eyes only peasants daughter, in his l shall be all l ever was--Annette Miler'
 An, poor Annette Miller while consoling herself thus, her lover, thrown into a great chair, was listening with an aching heart to the angry words and painful disclosures of the Ac- countant, who walked up and down the room, uttcring words which Were like death-strokes to the good lieutenant It was not until the first ebulliton of wrath and denuncation was over, that Hjalmar could clearly understand the language that pained him so deeply
 Yes, that is all true she is the daughter of these poor people up there in Norland sEe is ashamed of them naturally. We have brought her up as our own who has right to come and say she is not SO? She wishes to have no other parents she denies them, looks { down upon them znaturally. She is above them in all respects poor little dear'
 She is ashamed of them 7 said Hjalmar in a very deep-toned voice.
 Naturally. Sec now, my best lieutenant, l will conceal nothing from you--naturalIy, af ter what little Annette has let us understand But see now, the girl has always passed for our own we have educated her--how that is not for me to say you see what she is ; certainly, she is not suited to these honest folk What could she do up there in such home as that i? She could not put her foot within it.. But what do you think After more than eight years separation, comes the old mother from Norland--the father is dead, thank Hea- | vnn N--hut tha p,ot hnr if the girl, and away she must come down here to see her. You may think, my good lcuten- ant poor little Annette mere good-naturcd, coarscly-dressed peasant woman, coming and calling her daughter, and wanting to embrace her, and weep over her, and make quite a scene a girl who does not wish to have any parent but ourselves-no peasant parents at least And here she sat, and held long dis course to the girl about having God before her eyes, and not forgetting her eternal salvation, because the world was good and pleasant to her just as if we had not brought up the child as we'll and rcligiously as we could. And she clung to us, and loved us so nwardly; she never could hear of that poor old home with out shame. But now, the mother must come and disturb us all, saying she only wanted to see her child before she died--coming five hun. dred miles in mid-winter to see girl who does not wish to have any parent but ourselves Annette was anxious to get her off as quick as possible-naturally what could she do with her here She could not present her even to the servants and say This is my mother-this worthy Gumman from Norland So she gave her a little money, and sent her { back again directly, she did not wish to have her here. That was most natural
 Pardon me, best Accountant,' said Hjal mar when he came to stop I cannot think it was most natural
 The lieutenant, then, does not admire An nettes conduct
 That cannot do'
 The lieutenant, then, does not love our gir so highly as she believes ?
 Hjalmar's face blushed deeply. I have never spoken of my love- he replied, to her to her foster-parents, to any one. l believed it was known to myself alone-its existence it's degree, its nature. l wish to speak tc her but it was of another, at least of pre- liminary subject With the Accountants leave, will now write to Annette; 1 will not now detain the Accountant longer from her.
 Annette was better-her color had even re turned. She came into the room, prepared to go on the sledging- party, and expecting ther to have full explanation with Hjalmar, fol whsh drive in sledge might afford suhi clentiy convenient opportunity. After that pressure Of the hand, she felt she could meet hun as usual. So she came into the room but Hjalmar had gone away. She was dis pleased at his precipitation her sledgina must be given up but she would go to thu presidents ball in the evening she would meet him there and be very distant and colo towards him, and much more agreeable to he, other admirers. She had no opportunity o thus revenging herself for the loss of her sleds