Litchfield enquirer., 1862-05-01

HELD, CONN, THURSDl
 seemed strange that dim memory shonld com'
 back then. It passed, and . bright dream fttet before my waking vision-my father would re turn in few. months; he would meet Mrs
 Thornton; she was 50 gentle and winning h.
 would not fail to be pleased with her, and
 might be permitted to call her motherl
 My hand was on the knob to open the door
 but I hesitated. It was late, and the house wa!
 still. How easy it would be to solve the myste ", and Mrs. Thornton never know it. Fo
 months that yelled picture had haunted my walk
 ing and sleeping visions, why should longer perplex my mind with vain conjecture; and crossing the library. I placed the lamp so it's light would fall directly upon the picture Wa. it the rustling of the silk or the faint echo o gentle footsteps that startled mo; but, listening intently, I found all silent within and without 1 An! it was the whispering of the still, small 1 voice. and should I heed it's promptings? She I would not know it, curosty whispered; so raised the veil but, as my eye caught . glimpse of glided frame, the drapery fell from my hand 1 remembered my promise nerer to raise that veil, and turned away wondering why SC costly a frame was hidden beneath those dark folds. . .s....
 From that night the mystery of the library deepened. I had a nervous dread Of being left alone with that yelled picture, and my imagina- tive mind pictured scene of horror that would thrill every nerve and freeze my hearts blood
 My father returned. and when told him hew kind Mrs. Thornton had been, he called to thank her in person, but she was i'll and could not leave her room. Wondering what could agitate her 70. returned to my father, saying she would be better m day or two, and he must not leave the city until he had seen her. But he was hrm in his decision to leave the next day, and must accompany him. Then expressed wish to visit my mothers grave. He drew me to his side, and with his arm encircling me, and my head resting upon his bosom, told me'of my mother. To him the memory of the past was painful. and l mingled my tears with those of of my father, while again seemed to hear that strange veics, and see that strange face peering into mine.
 In two hours would leave my kind friend and was going without the mystery of the Ii brary being solved so 1 ventured to hint that when I came to visit her the next year, hoped to see the yelled picture unveiled. She did not reply, but taking my hand led me to the library. Sh would tell me all, she said; for, perhaps, We might never meet again.
 Mrs. Thorton told her story briefly. She was the only child of wealthy parents, and married at the age of nineteen. For three years she was happy in the pleasant home to which her husband took her; then cloud of midnight darkness overshadowed that home. Some one envyng her circulated reports injurious to her reputation, and these coming to her husbands ears. he, being naturally of a jealous disposition believed them. The wife loved her husband de- votedly, and being innocent. how could she bear patiently his taunts and uncalcl for surveillance? So she proposed returning to her paternal home and the husband said Go. only she must leave her child. She did go, and three years after. her parents being dead, she went to Europe, where, she remained eight years. Returning to America, she came to New IIaven where, under the assumed name of Thornton. she had since resided. Once she visited the home of her hus- band during his absence. and brbng the house keeper by the present of a well filled pursa pro. cured his portrait and in all her wanderings it had been her companion, though closely yelled lest some one should recognize it, and thus her earlier history become food for idlo gossip Then too, she had seen her chlld and for brief moment pressed It to her bosom. but words could not express the agony of her breaking heart as she turned away from her child.
 Your husbands name,' 1 said sinking at her feet and easing wonderingly into her pale face and the dark liquid eyes, bent so lovingly upon me- for strange hope made my heart throb wildly.
 II cannot repeat his name, but you may look upon his counterpart" she said, rising.
 Slowly, almost reverently, she put back the folds of that slken veil, while I stood, half breathless, beside her. Was it a dream. or was it reality? There was no n,istaking that like ness and involuntarily the words. |" My father" burst from my lips. Then, like swiftly moving panorama it all passed before my mind, and throwing my arms around her neckI called her:
 My mother-my long lost mother! My faith CT told me me all yesterday" I said, when I had become more calm. He learned the reports were without foundation, and hearing you had gone to Europe, for three years has he sought you there and his heart is sad because he can find no trace of you. Will you see him?"
 She did not reply, but read her answer in the beaming eye, and hastily donning bonnet and mantle, ran to the hotel where Isurprsed my father by rushing breathless into his room.
 "Come with me; Mrs Thornton will see you now" said, nervously clutching his arm, and pulling him toword the door, but he, resisting asked what had occurred to excite me SO. It was not there that would explain, so he fol- lowed my rapid footsteps along the street and up the shaded walk but when threw open the door leading to the library, he paused.
 "She is here-come," said, drawing him in- to the library. She had risen how lovely she looked then-her pale brow, her bright eye, and 8 crimson spot burning on either cheek. One moment my father stood as though chained to the spot, then advancing, he exclaimed :-
 "Flora, my wife !"
 Herbert!" was the soft reply. and she was clasped in his arms
 Forgive and forget the past" heard man. ly voice murmur and then my name was re. peated in soft accents. went to my mothers side, and the happy husband and father pressed his wife and child to his heart, as in reverent tones he implored God to bless our reunion.
 The yelled picture was unveiled, the mystery of the library solved; and returning to our Western home, once more happy family group dwelt beneath it's roof. A gentle loving wife and mother was the gniding-star of that home.
 CONNECTICUT The nutmeg Site has gone overwhelmingly for the Union. the sustaining of the Administration, the prosecution of the war and the crushing out of 1rators-call it Repub- licanism, Abolitionism, or what you like. The Seymours. old Toucey. the Ingersolls, Eatons, ct i'd onsne bunker genus, are not merely rebuked. but utterly demolished. Pretty good for old Conn! Hit lem again and often Now that Breckenridge and his tribe are engaged in kill ing our brothers and relatives down South, they can't command quite as many votes as they did in old Conn. year since. We don't believe Judas Iscariot would be very popular candid afa ,,oao in q politinal canyass in fhe Stata ua