Litchfield enquirer., 1860-07-26
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ANNIE AT THE CORNER THE HISTORY OF fl HEART
 BY oUIs
FROM A WINDOW.

FROM W IEDOW.
 am not a married man, and I do moi think that all my lady acquaintances are an gels; consequently, l am miserable old bachelor.
 There is absolutely no doubt upon tine sub ject, l am informed by my friends; and SO because l think that something more than tho want of wings distinguished the fair rom the other class, and because spend my life in suit of apartments, undistnrbed by the musical laughter of children-for these req sons, as l have said, am n crustv, musty miserable old unmarried 1isantlrope.
 l have been substantially notified of the fact more than once, by Miss Tabitha Ring. gold, who lives in the handsome house oppo. site; aud though l am charitable, my friend. l should not be surprised if that fair lady were at the present moment, directing her private spy-glass into my chamber from be- hind her white curtain, a corner of which is, perceive, slightly raised; l would not be at all surprised if Miss Tabitha were there, looking through the open window here. and lamenting the failure of science to discover eartrumpets, such as might be used to catch a distant conversation.
 Miss Tabitha often arranges herself in her best fincry, and leans from the window, with mods and smiles, and silent invitations to come in, when chance to pass. 1 do not accept these invitations often, as you will un. derstand, if you listen further; but sometimes l do go over and take hand at whist in the small parlor; in consequence of which, am considered, l believe, an admired of Miss Tabitha, and more than once my cynical and dscourteous bachelor companions have gone so far as to declare, that Miss Tabitha had long been engaged in the pleasing occupa. ton of sitting her maiden cap at me and my six per cents. Of course I de not give any credit to these scandalous jests and rumors. and l invariably reprove Bob when he gives utterance to them. There is, of course no truth ill the charge, and I'm glad of it. I regret to say that, even if there were no other objections, l would not solicit the hon. or of a matrimonial alliance with Miss Tabi. tha-my affections being engaged.
 An! do you start little2 Do you look at me with aston!shment, and with your elo quent eyes, if am not uttering pleasant jest? l engaged?-you seem to say with 6 change of the pronoun-I, the incorrigible old bachelor, the woman-hater, the misan thrope, the miserable, disagreeable, outrag eous, old curmudgeon! Aly affections en gagged, when the utmost inquisition of femin ine curiosity eternally on the watch, has nev CT discovered the least loop-hole to hang 6 report upon? We'll, my dear friend, perhap there is some ground for surprise, and you astonishment is not singular. My engage ment is certainly not exactly what the world would call binding-and yet it binds me Such things most frequently result in mat rlmonlal alliance between the man and th' woman-at least sometimes: now. mv en sagemeat will not probably have any sucl
 Msa sestwlnation. Gossips talk about Corydou ",asu, %nsa ne goes constantly to visit Cloe. il
 slcsSy patent feathers, a fowerv waistcoat nalr elegantly curled, and periumed hand kercnlei gently waved in diamond. .daoorat ,.srt ) ed hand: They talk great desi ah".. i 4h - :"
 young man, and the talk rises into us Sussua sna
 when the watchfnl eyes perceive tha < auoouG o., finally emerging from the mansion of G H;: you. ,
 with beaming eyes, and nose raised hish J, a,os ! with triumph, while Clos sends a polde
 smile toward him as he goes, from behind h curtain of the drawing-room. The gossip
 say, talk about Corydon's engagement fs a month thereafter; but the most inveterat and ferocious tattle never occupies itse , with my little affair.
 I never speak of it. add the object of n affections preserves silence, too; and not ev<
 Miss Tabitha suspects our little arrang
 ment. If tell you all about it now, goo
 friend of mary years, do SO, because it scarcely loyal to our friendship to have augl of reserve; but above all, because my burd, of thought and feeling cries aloud for utte