Litchfield enquirer., 1862-08-07
iMHssPASS ABLE PROTT.a

II ys 4 Eies .7sia -aia!la .4a.. i. --g -ssh h9H# sl fMRssPAssAB FRoTT.ze :, ' ifiw s1ssiila yIiiis---A+. ,viili34tfui i sI~ " s,' ss s.FnNrlLras' as''.usn7oq } The tenerity with which I hio,vered Q { ttha brink ofssinatrimony when vel yopng man could, only be- appreciated |
 a fatuitous credulity,, The number of ' f'f fy fat mothers of very plain families vh ! ltcan point mssut to their respective of { spring as their, one imminent papa, is I, ! dierously improbable. The truth M ithat I had . powerful irdagination in n early youth and no "ssaiising Senss!s' 1" ssoral ,nseklacs, warm fFoa tke wsaesr-- shpes with littis stain in Ahs ssnl, ,anJ thing flsnssl-a bitten soss,hua, with fmark of fa tooth upousit-a rose . elov . thimbls-either of these was agony, ec,
 tacyfn To anything with curls and skirt
 and especially if encircled with lskJ
 l blue sash, my heart was as prodigal as Croton hydrant. Ah me
 But of all my short eternal attachments 1 Fidelia Balch (since Mrs. F. Trott) wa
 the kindest and feirest. Faithless o
 course she was, since my name does no
 Ibegin with T.-but if she did not contin
 to love me-P.i Trott or no F. Trott- -sh, was shockingly foresworn, as can b,
 proved by my several stars, usually con
 sidered very attentive listeners. l rath lpftied poor Irott-for Iknew '' Sa' A'' l .i ssHer heart-it was another's,", ,al
 and he was rich and forty-odd. But the,
 seemed to live very harmoniously, and i
 availed myself of such little consola
 tions as fell in my way, it was the result of philosophy. l never forgot the faith
 less Fidelia. -..s, .,.....,. :,
 This is to be a disembowelled nara tive, dear reader-skipping from the
 maidenhood of my heroine to her widow.
 hood, fifteen years-yet would have you
 supply here and there a betweenity. My
 own sufferings at seeing my adored Fi-
 della go daily into another mans house
 and shut the door after her, you can easi-
 ly conceive, Though not in the habit
 of rebelling against human institutions, it
 did seem to me that the marriage cere-
 m6ny had no business to give old Trott
 quite so much for his money. But the
 aggravating part of it was to come.
 Mrs. P. Trott grew prettier. every day,
 and of course three hundred and. sixty.
 five noticeable degrees prettier every year!
 She seemed incapable, of or not liable to.
 wear and tear; and probably old Trott
 was a man indoors of very even behavior And it should be said. too, in explanation that as Miss Balch. Fidelia was a shade too fat for her model. She embellished as her dimples grew shallower- Trifle by trile, like the progress of a statue, the superauity fell away from natures origi-
 nal Miss Balch, (as designed in Heaven,) and when old Passable died, land no one knew what that F. stood for, till it was betrayed by the indescreet plate on his cofin,) Mrs Trott, thirty y-three years old, was at her maximum of beauty. Plump tapering. transparently fair, with an arm like a high conditioned Venus, and neck set on like the swell of a French horn. she was consumedly good. looking. When Isaw in the paper, "-Died, Mr. P. Trott," went out and walked past the house, with overpowerihg emotions, Thanks to great many refusals, I had been faithful ! could bring her the same heart, unused aud undamaged,i which T had offered her before! 7 could gener- ously overlook Mir. Trott's temporary oc- since he had left us his money! and when her mourning should be over the very day-the very hout-her first love should be ready for her, good as new lri,:itgii ua 7sIrndi Gat
 ,b, I have said nothing of, any evidences of continued attachment on theapart of Mrs. Trott: She was discreetaperson andnetiikely to compromise MraPlTrott till she knew the strength of his censti, tution,, But there was one evidence of lingering preference which I built upon like rock. Il had not visited her during these fifteen years. I,rott liked me not you can gness why iButI had neph- ew'five years old when Mrs. Balch was my < privately engaged" and as like me: that boy, as could be copied by nature. I He was our unsuspected messenger of love, going to play in old Balch's garden when was forbidden the house, uncon. cious of the billet doux in the pocket of l and to this boy alter our seemed Fidslia to cling. He grew .up to . youth of mind and manners and stlll she cherished him. He Ill but lived ss old Trotts pstted and made much of-hsR constant com panion--ssa- d,rs. waking. riding indeed when home from college. her sole socisty. Are you that, il, all this, there was . ten. asEness of remlnisence that touched and l assured me 1? f;,.sr fun ..,,
 l thought it delicate, and best to let I silence do it's work during that year of 1 I'did not whisper even to my nephewaBob the secret of my hapi- ness; Left one card of condolence af, 1 ter old Trott's funeral. and lived private, counting the hours, The slowest kind | of eternity it appeared. vTlqG o5 t&3 f, The morning never seemed to me to break with so much difficulty and reluc- tance as, on the anniversary of the demise | of Mir! Passable Trott- June 2, 1850 I Time is d comparative thing, I well know but the minutes seemed to stick, on in terminable morning. I began to dress for breakfast at four-but details are tire soine..' Let me assure you that l2 o'clock M.y dad arrive! the clocks struck it and the shadows, verified it.sn
 I could not have borne an accidental not at home, and I resolved mot to run the risk of it. Lovers besides, are not l tied to knockers an d ceremony. Ibribed the gardener. s Fidelia's doudoir, l knew opened upon the lawn, and it seemed more like love to walk in. She knew knewLFate and circumstances knew and had ordained that morning was to be showed up, joined on and dove tailed to our last separation. The time between was to be a blank; of course she expected me,fJ .ffsnod -isoI fnesg7J |i
 he'gariden door was aiar-as paid for. traversed the vegetable beds, tripped through the flower walk, and-oh bliss he window was open! | could just see he Egyptian urn an it's pedestal of ! ;phinx into which I knew (per Bob) ] ,he threw all her faded roses. I glided | near. looked in at the window. 7'Is9 I
 An, that picture! She sat with heri pack to me--her arm+-that arm of rosy alahassarT-ethrown carelessly oyer her chair -her egg-shell chin resting careless v on her thumb other thumb and fore l finger her eyellids sweeping her cheek l
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