Litchfield enquirer., 1863-04-16

doors of the hotels, as we rode up Broadway ran in the basement way. and, to my joy the table was spread and everything finely ar ranged do believe Bridget kept her oath and had not touched the bottle all day.
 !" Has uncle come home, Biddy 2 asked. t Yes, miss"
 " Aad the foreign gentleman has not come? 2
 !" I've not opened the door, anyway, miss, replied Nora.
 6 Then of course he's not here He cou 'dn' got in without ringing l said, "even if ht wanted to-"
 And away ran up stairs to dress. l put or my new silk-black, trimmed with Nagsnts color and the pearls father gave me on New Years day: and, what with my haste and my excitement, my eyes sparkled and my cheeks burned, and really looked very well-that is for me, you know. I'm not vain. Just as I fastened the last clasp, Nora rushed in, without knocking, holding in her hand such a lovely boquet of flowers. su.
 ' Yer uncle tould me to give em ys," she said ;-" and he said, likewise, he hoped you'd be delighted wid 'en."
 "So am," said I. 1T love flowers, and these are really charming. How very kind ol Uncle P And felt more pleased than if had received valuable piece of jewelry. ..
 Iput few of the flowers in my hair, and taking the rest in my hand, started for the par lors, intending to thank uncle as we'll as knew how. On the way stopped, however.
 {" Nora" said l, Bridget hasn't touched hel bottle to-day ?"
 {" No, miss l" replied the girl, with grin " In the first of her fright she made me hide it and I wouldn't tell her where it was since Sure, betwixt us, it's in the box alongside the gas metre. "
 laughed and ran down stairs but just as I reached the hall, every light in the house was extinguished without moments warning and was left in total darkness.
 What had happened now However couldn't help it so groped my way along the hall and opened the parlor door. ..s
 A bright light streamed across the carpet from the grate, but the other end of the room was in shadow, and there sat Uncle Clover leaning back in his easy chair. I could not see his face, but the glistening of his boots and the glitter of his watch chain were very percep tible, and could just make out that he wore a white waistcoat, so that he must have changed his dress since his return home. A
 1 drew small chair close to him, and put my hand upon his arm.
 I'm so much obliged to you for the flow CTS, said "they are so sweet. How kind it was of you to think of me r
 felt uncle's hand fall softly on mine. He always loves to have his kindness appreciated, and I went on, without pausing for reply Really, l must give you good kiss for them before that man comes. you dear soul! F .A
 Uncle's arm passed round my waist, and in the twilight saw his head bending towards mine. Our lips touched, and oh, good gra, cious !! uncle didn t wear a moustache and smell so awfully of musk ! It was different kiss from an uncle's.
 was too horror -stricked to scream but l struggled violently, and voice whispered in my ear ~s f- 29@ is
 j" Charming, Madcmoiselle von more-only joost von more kiss before ze return of monster votre oncle. An, how I adore youl"
 heard uncle's voice in the hall. saw the gleam of an approaching light. All the truth rushed upon me ai onco.
 had been kissing the French patriot!
 tore myself from his arms and rushed up stairs, almost upsettins Nora, who was adyanc ing with two wax candles, and who whispered =" Sure, miss. it was Bridget Gndin' the bot. tie in gas metres box as turnod of the gas''-- and locked myself in my own room.
 Ofeourse, didn't go to dinner. MortiGca ton had really made me i'll. and uncle believed me when he raw my red eyes but he probed my wound still farther by saving
 How provoking! Monsieur was really smitten with my description of you. Those flowers he brought you prove it, and Isshould be proud to have you the wife of a patriot, even though he were poor"
 He had sent the flowers. The thought made my blood run cold There was no hope now that he could imagine my warm reception a mistak ), and I am in momentary expectation of witnessing the advent of book of Travels in America" in which the whole scene, with sentimental coloring, and my name thus, "Miss Ky C-r," shall appear. Bertha Judd, dear soul! says the fault lay between Biddy and the gas, and that T mustn't blame myself. But words cannot describe my feelings. I, who hate patriots and celebrities, to be suspected of -of--yes, of absolutely kissing one ]! think shall faint ! < ..,.s E. t.55s ].
 A lady who had boasted highly at dinner party of the good manners of her little darling, addressed him thus & sa
 Charlie, my dear, won't you have some b. ans X .. s.s ss Nc, was the ill-nannered reply of the pet ulent little scherub. Y s