Litchfield enquirer., 1863-11-05

l AoA Asouo sIaGt, as u0 entered.
 Pardon me for disturbing you. Miss We're here is your diamond cross. Hound it lying In the street, and knowing that you prized 1t very highly, took the liberty of bringing it to you at this late hourp | Lizzie put her hand mechanically to her throat, as if unconscious that the ornament was not yet there. Mrs. Montague took the jewel from Egerton's hands, with many polite thanks, and he turned slowly away. As he pass ed through the doorway, faltering, almost in audible cry struggled up from Miss We're gas sion tossed heart. -' Charles Mir. Egerton ? But he never paused, nor turned back. In the naughty innate pride of his heart, he went onward, as if he had never heard the vail, and left her sobbiDg on her friend shoulder.
 
 Very gratifying to welcome You once more to your native land. .Mr. E,erton, after so pro. longed an absence ! said the dried up, little old man of business, who had recourse to his snuff box between every other word. I beg your pardon, sir, keep forgetting that you have assumed yonr grand uncles name. I as- sure you, Mr. Molyneux, you will find the prop srty ill very excellent order!
 Charles Exertop had never thought when ke lett his country ten years ago, of returning the hair to immense wealth. Time had bronzed his cheek and given new fire to the eye-it had converted the ardent and impetuous youth into the cool, thoughtful, man Of the world.
 Yes. sir, yes,' went on the agent there's great deal of responsibility in coming into such an estate IS this. suppose you would like to dispose of your share in the city firm as soon as possible, as you are not a business man. By the way, sir, one of your hea viest debtors died few weeks since-a clear case of failure and broken heartfelt aH only tlaugh ter, Il very fine gisl!
 An, indeed ?''sai.l Molyueu1, absently.
 Very fine girl, sir-declares tha, her faith CTS creditors shall be paid to the very last cent. if she leaves herself penniless. Wouldn't even retain her own jewels, sir. told her the harpies Of the law couldn't touch 'em, but she insisted on giving up everything l believe I've got one or two little trinkets about me now that was intending to have valued at tie jewellers. Sec here, sir '
 The old man extended a tiny box te Mir. Molynrux--he opened it careessy, anI there sIittering and sparkling like thing of light op its salin bed, lay rare diamond cross
 He turned as pale us ashes-,he lawyer ut tered aa exclamation of terror and apprehep- sion/
 You are i'll. s,r--let me cali the servants
 1, is no,hing-nothing whatever. This poor sr--what did you say Ter name was ?
 Were, sir-Miss Ve'e.'
 She is orphaned and poor ?
 Yes, sir--totally alone. The few summer friends that had adhered to her in the time of her prosperity, have all deserted her one by one, and-'
 What is her address ?
 The agent felt in his pocket for 2 tiny card. Mr. Molyneux rose as he received it. win you trpst me with .his trinket for a little while ?
 Certainly, sir.' answered the puzzled agent. seriously debating in his inmost mind whether his new client was not little crazed, as he watched him drive away from the door.
 Lizzie We're sat in her deep mourning dress, all alone in the crimson glory of the August sunset. She was pale. yet there was better beauty in her face than the fresh bloom of long ago. She had passed through fiery ordeal, and come thence ennobled and purified.
 She rose, quietly, to receive Mir. Molyneux, of whom she had only heard as one of her poor fathers largest creditors, but the instant her eye fell on his face she grew paler.
 Lizzie dear Lizzie
 At the sound of those familiar accents the color surged back into her cAaek and the bril- liance to her eya
 'oh, Charles! I thought you were gone from me forever
 Then you love me, sweet one 2
 Alas ! she answered through her tears, have never loved any but you, Charles
 He folded her in his arms with silent tender ness-the cares md griefs and misunderstand- ings of their young lives were all over now.
 But where is Mir. Molyaeux ? she said, sud- denly,
 He is clasping you to bis heart now dear est ?
 You, Charles ?
 I, Lizzie lam rich man nov, and here is my first bethrothal giftr And he threw round her neck the slender chain which supported the Diamond Cross.
 The last time brought it to you, my dear est. it was as disappointed lover now it is l gift of better omen ? The happy tears in her bright eyes were his only answer.
 Take pint of pulverised charcoal, and put it in small cotton bag 1; then drop it into . barrel of new cider, and the cider will never fsrment. never contain any intoxicating quail.