Litchfield enquirer., 1863-09-17

asked her if she had ever read Schiller. She nodded in the affirmative.
 'Ah, Miss Grace, you cannot know the real beauties of Schiller by our translations.'
 Polly Grace smiled and nodded, and finally acknowledged that she had read Schiller in the original. She had read few of his compost lions, not many. She admitted his genius and the elegance of his language, but she doubted his morality. She liked Goethe better. John Wilbur was astonished anew. He quoted from the Sorrows of Werter, and from Faust, and Miss Polly followed him, quoting in her turn such passages as suited her best. And then she recited some rare sections in the original, to show how utterly impossible it was to render it into English without leaving behind much of the poets fancy. Perhaps the young lady understood French.
 o, yes. She spoke French as huently as she spoke her own tongue. But,' said John in amazement, I don't understand how you have accomplished all this
 Why, sir she replied, looking up with an arch expression, do you imagine that women have no faculty for improvement. Are you of those-'
 Pardon me- interrupted John. I did not mean that meant
 'Ah-I see," said Polly as he hesitated.- You wonder that any one in my position should have arrived at such stage of educa- tion. But sr,' she added in lower tone, you must remember that was not always an or plan, as am now. Once had bright, hap py home. had father who loved me and whose chiefest joy was in minis tering to my wants. Excuse me, sir
 There was a moisture in her deep blue eyes, and her hand trembled as she held it out after her sketch. John detained her 10 longer.
 That Was not the last time that John Wilbur talked with Polly Grace. On tho very next day he went into the room where she was playing upon the piano, and asked her if he might stay and listen 10 her music. Certainly lie might. She playe for her own amusement and recreation, and if she could afford enter tainment to others she was glad of it.
 At the end of a month John Wilbur had for gotten the ponderous tome of Zoroaster, and the spirit of music and poetry had crept into his soul. In fact that other spirit had taken possession of him already. He was in love- He loved the fair Polly, and he told her SO He made free and frank confession, and of fered her his hand and heart. Polly was not a hypocrite She loved him in return-loved him truly and fondly and she pillowed her head upon lis bosom, and wept tears of joy when she toIu
 Would she be his wife Il Yes-with his fathers consent.
 John sought his father and put the question Absalom Wilbur started with astonishment | What-marry with my chambermaid ?
 But she is worthy said John, and love her.
 'Never cried the old man, stamping his foot
 Is this your answer ?
 1t is. Let me hear no more of it.
 Jehn Wilbur drew himself up to his ful height, and turned proudly, defantly away His spirit was aroused, and his purpose was fixed. He sought Polly and told her she must be his wife, At first she refused, but this only added to his determination. T will not cast from me the hopes and joys of lifetime he said, as he drew the fair one to his bosom. If you forsake me shall leave } this spot forever. Be mine and 1 will love you I will cherish you will devote my best ener gies to your happiness while we both shall live.'
 o, if you would never regret the past-ii you would never blame me for listening to youl persuasion-'
 Never, never, love 7 And finally she consented that she would be } his wife. John Wilbur went away and got the marriage certificate and on one bright, moonlight evening, he led Polly Grace away from his fathers house-led her down to the foot of the park, where carriage was in wait ing and when he had helped her in, and taken seat by her side, he took the reins and ap piled the whip to the horse.
 John Wilbur was eloping. Heknew it-he realized it. and yet he did not feel unhappy The blood was coursiug through his veins as il had not coursed before for years and he fell that, for the fair being who now clung to bH for support, he could brave all the dangers the world ever saw. At the distance of ten mile. from Elmwood he reached the dwelling of tht clergyman whom he sought-a kind hearted , accommodating man, who did more marrying than all the clergymen in that section put to gether.
 John Wilbur soon made his business known n and requested that the knot mig ht be tied wit1 as little delay as possible. Mir. Morton le il them into his little parlor, where lights wer $ burning, and where register was produced.
 'Ifyeu will sign your names to these declar d ations,' the clergyman said, we will soon fl e you snug and fast for life.' st