Litchfield enquirer., 1864-06-09
How MT. Smythe Through Low Came to Grief.

Came to Grief.
 Cyrus Mugwater was the name painted in bold Roman character, over a small but well, stocked fancy store in Grand street.
 Cyrus Mugwatar was stout, little ed-faced man of some forty years standing, warm. heart ed-even tempered and bachelor. His store was the lower portion of dwelling house, and the dwelling house was his own there be had spent twenty years of his life, and there he in- tended to remain as long az trade and life last. ed. Not insignificant was the amount of bu- siness that was done in that little store. The little bell that rang with every opening of the door had seldom it's tongue still during the live long day, and on Saturday evenings it was jingle, jingle jingle, every minute. Right en- vious were neighboring shopmen of Mir. Mug waters success. They didn't see why ladies sboxld bay haadkerchiefs and gentlemen should buy gloves at Mugwater's, when articles just as good and just as cheap could be obtained at their own counters. But about Mugwater's store their was aa inviting appearance of hoa- esty and tidiness. which, perhaps, was not 90 prominently marked in its neighbors.
 To wait upon customers, MT. Mugwatsr on. ploysd two individuals. a gentleman and lady aamed respectively Miss Eliza Spink and Mr. 0rsstes Smythe. Miss Spink was niaeteen years old, or rather about nineteen years old, for Miss Spink was lady, and like most la dies, Miss Spiak had an impaired me,nery and . uislaid family bible. Short in stature. plumb in form, and fair in face was Miss Spink, with never so dark eyes, and never so white teeth. Quick in walk quick in speech, quick in figure, and quick in tempr. Miss Spink was e smart little body as one could find behind . counter. Mr. Smythe was tall, slim and five . Avn A lzl:> e. lures had Mr. Smythe, 6ery.red whiskers, too, heater man in appearance than Mr. Smythe was not to bs readily produced. His scanty locks were always plastered down, and in such manner as to make the most of his forehead. His whiskers were always combed to their ut most, the rest of his face we'll shaven, his linen spotless, and his clothes stylish.
 Now whom it is stated that MT. MuQwater had 90 much to do with neerschaum and down town that he rarely found time to hon. or the store with an hour presence of his solid person, it will enter the heads of some that for Miss Spink and MT. Smythe to be thrown to- gether daily from 9 6. m. to p. m. was i'm 1 proper if not dangerous. Perhaps it was. At all events Miss Spink. in the course of time came to entertain a romantic passion for Mr. Smythe, which passion the last named person would not discover. Not that Mr. Smythe was blind, not that he was indifferent to feminine attractions, but he had pet notion that dark eyes were designing and decsitful, and should be avoided accordingly. Moreover Mir. Smythe had ambition. and penniless shop-girl wal not the aim and object of that ambition. Te Miss Spink's feelings it was, of course, very tsntalizing to throw fond glances at gentle man and have no fond glances thrown back il return and to her personal charms highly in sulting to be with that gentleman in the store after the lights had been extinguished, ane have neither kiss snatched from Der expect ing cheek or Q squeeze forced upon her cage hand. But then it was satisfactory for MT Smythe to be able to say to himself.
 An, you little dark eyed schemer, l hay'
 successfully resisted you!
 u ons cloudy, chilly afternoon in Novembe
 M Smythe sat behind the counter pairing hi
 S oa.is. Business was dull that day, and Mi 1Mmy.ns was at loss what to do with himself
 ne mad been reading novel in the little roon
 that was partitioned from the store re- but a ss Mia
 sp'nk. whe was sewing there, had been s;nr;n, s ,
 frequently, deeply, and designedly. the rentls. e.
 nes had left in alarm and disgust Al Hs grusS Ts nj, lbssors. Ns. smythe was paring bis uaiis yns ns