Litchfield enquirer., 1858-08-19
THE CALICO CLOAK.

"Have you seen the new scholar ?" asked Mary Lark, a girl of twelve or fourteen years as she ran to meet group of schcolmates who were coming towards the school house she cuts the most comical looking figure you ever saw. Her cloak is made out of calico, and hel shoes are brogans, such as men and hoys wear. ,
 "Oh, yes, Tve seen her," replied Lucy Brooks "she is the new washer-woman's daughter shouldn't have thought Mr. Brown would have taken her into the Academy but l. suppose he likes the money that come through suds as well as any. It is clearer oi course.
 And the air rang with the loud laugh of the girls. .g
 "Come, let us go in and examine her," con- tinued Mary, as they ascenued the steps of the school house "I am thinking she will make some fun for us."
 The girls went into the dressing room, where they found the new scholar. She was mild intelligent looking child, but very poorly, though tidily clad. The girls went around her Wh!s- pering and laughing with each other, while she stood trembling and blusbing in one corncr ol the room, without yenturing to raise her eyes from the foG.
 When they entered school, they found the little girl was far in advance of those of her age in her studies, and was placed in classes with those two or three years her senior. This seem- cd, on the whole, to make those girls wlo were disposed to treat her unkindly dislike her the more and she, being of a retired disposition, through their influence had no friends, but went and returned from school alone.
 "And do you really think" said M;ry Lark, as she went up to the little girl few weeks af ter she entered school, that you are going to get the medal It will correspond nicely with your cloak ]"
 And she caught hold of the cape, and held it ont from her, while the girls around joined in her loud laugh.
 "Calico cloak get the medal guess she will should like to sec Mir Brown giving it to her !" said another girl as she caught hold ofher arm, and pccped under the child's bonnet.
 The little girl struggled to release herself, and when she was free, ran home as fast as she could go.
 "Oh, mother" she said, as she entered her mothers humble kitchen, "do answer Uncle Williams letter and tell him we will come to New York to live! I don't like to live in Brdgevle. The girls call me Calico Cloak, and Brogans,' and you don't know, mother, how unkindIy they treat me-"
 Lizzie, my dear," said her mother, "you must expect to meet with those who will treat you unkindIy on account of your poverty but you must not be discouraged. Do right, my child, and you will eventually come off coll queror"
 Although Mrs. Lee tried to encourage her cho ,ho l,l fp with severe trials for one so young.
 "B But, mother, they are all unkind to me, " replied Lizzie: 'there isn't one that loves me- y
 And the child buried her face ill her Lands and sobbed aloud.
 In Bridgeield Academy there were few selfish, unprncipled girls and the others join ed them in teasing the little "Callco Cloak" as they called her, from thoughtlessncss, and from a love of sport. But they knew not how deel- ly each sportive word pierced the heart of the tile stranger, and how bitter tears she sheI in secret over their uukindness.
 Mrs. Lee, learning that the scholars still continued their unjust treatment towards her child, resolved to accept her brothers invita- tion, although he was poor man, and become a member of his family, hopiug that, while there
  haps through his influence, lead happier life among her schoolmates. Accordingly at the end of the term, she left Bridgeville, aud remo- ved to New York Although Lizzie had been a member of the school but one term, yet she gained the medal, and it was worn from the A. cademy beneath the dcspised garment.
 Weeks, months and years glided away to the students of the Brdgevlle Academy, and the little "Calco Cloak" was forgotton Those who were at school with her had left to enter upon the business of life.
 Twelve years after Mrs. Lee and her daugh- ter left town, Mr. Maynard. a young clergy man, came into Bridgeville and was settled as the pastor of the village church. It was report, ed at the sewing circle, the week following the ordination, that it was expected that he would bring his bride into town in few weeks. There was great curiosity to see her, and especially after it was reported that she was talented young authoress.
 Soon after, Mr. Maynard gratifed their GU riosity by walking into church with his young wife leaning on his arm. She was lady O great intellectual beauty, and every body (as they always are at frst) was deeply interested in the young minister and his wife. The following week the ladies hocked to see her, and she promised to meet them at the next gathering of the sewing circle.
 The day arrived, and although it was quite stormy, Mrs. Deacon Browns parlor was fillee with smiling faces. The deacon's carriage wa' sent to the parsonage after Mrs. Maynard, ane in due time it arrived, bringing the lady witt it. The shaking of hands that followed her ar rival, can only be imagined by those who hav' been present on snch an occasion.
 How are you pleased with our village ? asked Mrs. BrittoD, after the opening exerci ses were ever, as she took seat beside Mrs Maynard.
 = like it's appearance very much. it certain l ly has improved wonderfully within the las twelve years"
 "Were you ever in Bridgeville before ?" ask ed another lady as those around looked some