Litchfield enquirer., 1860-09-27
Because I should fear that man who's

I Because should fear that man whose principles would allow him to support such a system of fraud, oppression and wrong; would make poor husband"
 Nevertheless, I'll wager my pet cameo pin against your new riding hat. that you will not only receive an offer from Demo. crat, within two weeks, but will accept himw
 |" accept the bet and refuse the man in advance" said Maude, bending over her work, that her companion might not see the blushes that burned on her cheek and brow so consider your cameo as mine.'
 We shall see,' said Jenny gaily, as she turned to welcome her husband. who entered just then
 Judge Compton was to leave Maple Glen in few days, and the final catastrophe came at last. It happened in this wise. The purple gloom of the dying day had just melt ed away in the silver beams of the rising moon, that threw dancing shadows of tree and flower on the velvety lawn, when Maude and the Judge returned from ride and sat down on the vine wreathed piazza. Maude's eyes had a sober, dreamy look iu their clear depths, and perhaps the mystic beauty of the night had cast it's spell over them, for both were silent. At length she looked up but for an instant, for her companions eyes were fixed upon her face with an intense gaze, as if he would read her very soul, and she looked down as quickly, while faint flush crept over her white brow.
 :" Maude, l love you! Will you be my It was noble, this earnest, manly declara- tion, and Maude felt it, after all the unmean- ing fiattery to which she had so long listen- ed. A moment she hesitated; then some thing Of her old sauciness came back, as she recalled the conversation with cousin Jenny, aud glancing up, she said, demurely: My dear Judge, know of but one ob- jection'
 Name it, he exclaimed eagerly.
 Only this; made solemn promise, long since, never to marry person of your pecu- liar political belef'
 Maude, this is no time for triaing! It may be nothing to you. but it is more than life or death to me. I am serious in this matter.
 50 am H.
 And this is all for which you reject mev 'All'
 l have been mistaken in you, Maude! I imagined you had heart' Another moment, and she was alone.- The moon peeped in between the waving sprays of the vine, just then, and saw some thing very much like tear in Maude's eye as with a troubled face she entered the house, and made her way to her cousins quiet room, accosting her thus:
 Jenny, I've done it!' Done what?'
 Refused the Judge'
 How, and where? Tell mo all about it.
 Aud as Maude, in word, told what had passed, Jenny's gay laugh rang out as sbe exclaimed "Good; l wish could have seen his Highness when he found out that one wo- man had read politics to some purpose.- What! tear in your eye, Fuss? Don't feel bad, we shall see, aud if the Judge is not contented why-you will have vindcated your principles at least. ldou't think Maude was comforted much.
 Like most others of his party, Judge Compton's knowledge of Republicanism was confined to the application of few choice epithets to it, and the general idea that it's followers were the embodiment of fanaticsm and violence; while of its real character and workings, he was wilfully ignorant. He left Maple Glen on the following day, and Maude saw no more of him. It may have been an accident; but some weeks after,he was actu- ally surprised reading Republican paper. What the results were can only be surmised from short correspondence that took place between our hero and heroine, some months later It ran thus:
 DEAR MAuDE:
 One of the best Republicans you ever knew, wishes to come and see you. May I come? COMPTON. DEAR JUDGE:
 Come MAUpE.
 There was a merry wedding in Maple Glen before Autumn had doffcd her robes of scar let and gold, and the fair face, that the mis- ty folds of the bridal veil enveloped was none other than that of Maude.
 Judge Compton stumps his State for Lin colu and Hamln this fall, and rumor says that Maude will be a Senator's laGy before many years have passed. Reader, if you are a Democrat, go and do likewise