Litchfield enquirer., 1859-06-30
LITCHFIELD, THURSDAY, JUNE 80, ,s5e

this new danger stared me in the face. How was eyer to describe a baby, who had never noticed one? My courage sank below zero, but in the same proportion the blood rose to | my face, and think my teeth fairly chattered | in my head.
 "Don't be afraid that shall not sympa- thise in your raptures," continued my tormen- l tor, as I almost considered her." am quite prepared to believe any thing after Jen- ny's letter--you should see how she cares for him."
 "Him ]" Blessed goodness, then it must be boy
 "Of course," said I, blushing and stam- thing, "we consider him the finest fellow in the world but you might not agree with us, and in order to leave your judgment unbiass- ed, shall not describe hiE: to you"
 An ! but know just how he looks, for Jenny had no such scruples-so you may spare yourself the trouble or happiness, whicheverit it is--but tell me what you mean to call him 7"
 "We have not decided upon name" re- piled.
 Indeed I thought she intended to give him yours" ....-
 The deuce she did I" thought I. "No one of name is enough in family" l an- swered
 The demon of inquisitiveness, that to my thinking, had instigated my companion here tofore, now ceased to possess her, for we talk cd of various indifferent things, and had the relief of not being compelled to draw on my imagination at the expense of my conscience, when I gave the particulars of my recent journey from Boston. Yet, I was far from feeling at ease, for every sound of her voice startled me with a dread of fresh questions, necessary, but impossible to be answered, and felt guilty flush steaming up my temples, every time I met the look of those beautiful blue eyes.
 It was late when we stopped for supper, and soon after saw the dark fringes of my fair companions eyes droop long and often, and began to realize that she ought to be asleep. knew perfectly well that it was my duty to offer her resting place on my shoulder, but 1 hardly had courage 10 ask that innocent face to lie OH my arm, which was not as she thought it, that of cousin and married man. Re make her comfortable, and that could scarce ly deceive her more than had already done, l preferred the usual civility, She slightly blushed, but thanked me, and accepted it by leaning her head lightly against my shoulder, and looking up into my eyes with smile. said, " As you are my cousin" Soon after her eyes closed, and she slept sweetly and calmly, as if resting in security and peace.
 l looked down at the beautiful face slightly paled with fatigue, that rested against me, and felt like a villain. I dared not touch her with my arm, although the bounding of the cars jostled her very much. sat remorseless, until the sleeper settled the matter by slipping for ward aud awakening. She opened her eyes instantly, and smiled.
 " It is no use for me to try to sleep with my bonnet on," she said for it is very much in the way for me, am sure it troubles you. So she removed it, giving me the pretty little toy, with it's graceful ribbons and flowers, to put on the rack above us. l preferred to hold it, telling her it would be safer with me, and after few objections, she resigned it, being in truth too sleepy to contest the pout ; then tying the blue silk veil over her glossy hair she leaned against my shoulder and slept again. This time when the motion began to shake and annoy her, stihed the reproaches of my conscience, and passing my arm lightly around her slender waist, drew her head upon my breast, where it lay all night. She slept the sleep of innocence, serene and peaceful, but it is needless to say that could not close my eyes or ease my conscience. l could only gaze down on the beautiful, still face, and i'm agine how it would confront me, if she knew what 1 was, and how had deceived her or dreaming more wildly still, reproduced it in hundred scenes, which I had never before paused to imagine as the face of nv aoife I hol loual ,u}a fhn buk oc Saratoga and Newport might be SO dignifed, and still less had 1 every dreamed or thought of carrying, even as possibility and far off contingency. Never before, solemnly aver, had seen the woman whom wished to make my wife--never before had so longed to call any thing my own, as I did that lovely face lying on my heart. No, it was impossible for me to sleep.
 In the morning we reached Buffalo, and spent the day at Niagara. If had thought her lovely while sleeping, what was she when the light of feeling and expression played over her face, as she eloquently admired the scene before us, or was even more eloquent still. don't think looked at the Cataract as much as l looked at her, or thought the one crea- ton more beautiful than the other. She was now quite familiar with me in her innocent way, calling me Cousin Frank" !" and seeming to take 8 certain pleasure in my society and protection. It was delightful to be greeted so gladly by her, when l entered the hotel parlor, to have her come forward from the lonely seat where she had been wait ing, not unobserved or unnoticed, to receive me-to have her hang on my arm-look up in to my face-tell me all her little adventures 1 alone, how long it seemed to mel while every word, look and smile, seemed doubly dear to me, because I knew my precarious tenure by which l held my right to them. She busted herself, too, while was gone out, with our joint baggage, and rummaging all over her trunks to find box which had expressed a desire to sec She mended my gloves, sewed