Litchfield enquirer., 1861-04-04

to them in wonderful language, supposed to be the tongue commonly spoken by infants the foundation of which is substituting the let ter for the letter t, and shooting all the Is and his in remorseless manner. The little foreign CTS were therefore con onfdentally informed by the young ladies that "Dey was deod little tings, and dey musnt gry 20. for zey would ave nize worm zupper" And, whether they understood it or not, the little tings" ceased to shiver or cry, and looked wonderfully about with small editions of their mothers great eyes i; and the old man twirled his moustache as it thawed in the heat of the pine fire, and made many bows and looked the worthless gratitude which can- not be interpreted.
 But the little wife said nothing; only she leaned on her umbrella, and gazed at my mother as she gave her orders to the servants for the preparation of sleeping-room and liberal stirred up the fire with immense energy be tween ourselves, tried to hustle off the recol- lection of that cruel speech with which l first met their appeap, and made her husband sit down so close to it, that his legs were nearly scorched through his threadbare trousers and so continually gazing at every one. until at last she could stand it no longer, and throwing herself on my astonished mothers neck, she sobbed out heap of Polish blessings, that if there is any virtue in benedctions, will certainly cannonize her when she dies.
 swear to you, that when all was over, and they were sleeping soupdly, went into re- mote corner and wept bitterly for the wrong l had so nearly done.
 We'll, the! staid with us that night and the next, and my mother got up subscription among the neighbors. And we rigged them all out in good, warm clothing, bought them tickets en the cars to Boston, and one fine frosty morning We all sailed down to the depot, and saw them off on their journey, and l tell you there was waving of hands and Polish gestic- ulations, and far, far away in the distance we could catch a glimpse of that great umbrella which the little woman still fourished by way of a farewell.
 We heard nothing of our Polish friends for a whole year. Often, by the freside, we could talk about them and our ,neighbors sneered at us and wondered if our spoons were safe, and moralized upon foreign imposture and ingrati- but none of us minded, for there was something 80 true in the ways and manner of those poor wanderers, that it would be impossible to dis. trust them.
 Well, Christmas came. Winter again snow, yule logs glowing 6ercely on the hearth, and mistletoo and ivy swinging merrily in the hall Again the uplands were sheeted in white again the old oak was naked and sorrowing again we were seated around the freside, listening to the roaring of the wind as it tore over the hills like mad steed. In the midst of deep silence that fell upon us all, there came rst-tat tat.- It was strong, determined and eager. l went to the door, had scarcely unbarred it, or taken peep at the new conner, when it seemed as if whirlwind, with bonnet on its head, secured past me and swept into the parlor. Tie next p,o I and laughing, and broken English, all swept along as it were in a cataract of Polish. It was the little, pale woman with. the great ey s. No longer pale though. but with ruddy cheeks and the eyes, this time looked larger and bright CT than ever through the tears. They had been ever since in Boston, she breathlessiy told us, and had been doing wsli thanks to the blessed lady who helped thersg get there The husband modelled medalliens, she composed polkas, and their only daughter taught music, and they had saved three hundred dollars, and brought a piano with it.
 And she had said to herself that on Christ mas she would come and speak her gratitude to | the blessed lady who had sheltered her and her little ones so she sat off in the cars, and here she was. And then she commenced pulling things out of her pockets. Christmas presents for us all ! There was scarlet fortune-teller for Lizzie Q curious card-case for Fanny, and a wonderfully embroidered needlecase for my mother; and there was a beautiful umbrella for Mir. George, she intimated, producing an enor' nous parachute. She knew he would like it because when she was here last year-thanks to the blessed lady who had sheltered her-she had seen him looking very much at her umbrella and she would have offered it to him then, but she was ashamed, it was SO old. But this was a new one and very large!
 I And then she kissed us all round, and pro- duced an elaborate letter from her husband to my mother, in which she was compared to Pen. elope and one or tive other classical personages and told us everything that had happened to them since they had left ss, until, having talked herself into state of utter exhaustion, she went off to her bedroom. where she was heard pray. Ing in indifferent English, that we might ascend into Heaven without any of the usual difficult 1 ties.
 She and her family are still in Boston where 1 they make quite respectable income. And every Christmas sees her arrival with presents for the blessed lady. and her eyes and her grati tude are as large as ever
 It is you see simple Winter Story.