Litchfield enquirer., 1864-04-14

oh sue Aoof. niS VdS loilOheu 2iWoSs -ln stautly by all excited exclamation r... l For mercy's sake. Lucy Taylor, you afen' going riding with them ragged stockings on ? "Thsy won't show through my shoes Wa 1 the quiet an swer. "a1d haven't any bette l ones" 'S'pose you should get turned over anG sprain your ankle?' said Cousin Barbary stalking round the room. Any way you know they are ragged yourself, and beftre I'd wear hole inside my shoe, I'd have them full of--of-'
 Goals of ire,' suggested Lucy, with an az grarated ll,,le laugh.
 No. gravel stones,' concluded Cousin Bar. bara, as Lucy fitted out of the room
 Poor Weston, who heard every word of this coloquy, felt so much ashamed of himself that he could hardly look Lucy in the face but she looked as fresh and sweet and beautiful as a morning glory, with the dew still wet upon it.
 . am safe for the present. thought Wes. ton, as he handed her into the carriage; To danger ol committing myself today
 And yet it is a fact that several times before svening lie was only saved from venturing his fate upon one bold move, by timely recollec- ton of grim Cousin Barbara aud the unlucky stockings.
 It wasa pleasant day, and yet not as en- chanting as he had promised himself; ard he was not very sorry 10 be once more at home, and meet Fred 5 joyal face at tue cheerful ted table.
 Then came the old routine of hunting and fishing for few days more, till at last the peo. pie of Ardley concluded to get up pie nic at Long Pond. Everybody was to be there, old and young; and the Taylors entered heartily into preparations for the occasion by provi- ding an untold amount of eatibles, both dain- ties and suhstantials. The eventful day arri- ved, and after spending wearisome morning in helping Fred to build tables in the grove where the supper was to be spread, Weston sought his roon for bath and nap before the family should be ready to set out. Half do- zng on the lounge, he became suddenly con- scious of Lucys voice coming up again from cousin Bar5ara's roora. He started up in nervous dread, with the mental exclamation,
 Why on earth cant she keep away from here Oil this day?' But there was nothing at all terrifying in Lucy's gentle tones.
 Cousin Barbara. please put pin ii. my collar for me, and auother in my sash behind !
 Weston sabsidel but uumerciful cousin sarbara-t'iere seemed to be no evading her argus eyes.
 Of all things, Lucy Taylor, haven't you finished this dress et:-uud worn it so many times. Heres llle skirt only pinned and bast- e! oil and, as true as live, no cording on tue ntck..'
 Well, said Lucy, not one bit disturbed, who will be the wiser for what is under my collar' And you shall see how nicely my sash covers my skirt. There, now, don't look as neat as pin?
 Cousin Barbara muttered something about phited sepulchers, that Weston did not stop to hear, for he seized his hat and rushed fran. tically into Fred's room, astonishing that wor- thy into an impolite exclamation.
 It is so hotin my room,' said Weston, apo. logeticaIy.
 Fiji warrant cousin Barbara has got up 8 fire said Fred laughing. don't believe that woman WIS ever warm in her life. She ought to live in the Turrid Zone, wherever that .is.'
 Every one said it was :. delightful pie nic, aud that Lucy Taylor never looked pretter in her life than she did in her dress of delicate blue, aud the few white flowers in her hair = Weston looked adlniringly upon her, but h. walked and danced with her iu secret terror lesisby some uulucky step, he might b,ing tc light the secrets concealed by the sash about her slender waist; and he found himself glan ciDg nerTcusly at her collar lest it might by some chance become unf;stened. What If she were my wife, he said to him self j; she would keep lie III continual martyr dom.'
 The next day Weston astosished the Taylofs by announcing the necessity of his immediate l return to the city, as his presence was needed at the bank. Fred remonstrated vigorously the Squire politely urged his further hospitali ties. and Lucy was secretly disappointed but in spite of ali, the portmanteau was packed and the numbering hack directed to call il season for the evening train.
 z dare not trust myself another day. said Weston, mentally for should forfeit eye rything, and make myself and Lucy miserable for life.' sy l So Henry Weston came no more to Ardley and the village gossips looked in vain for 10 kens of an approaching wedding at Squire Taylors. After while, they settled down il the conviction that the promised match wa really given up but the w:sest of them coult no; con lecture aehy Lacy Taylor lcss Ter beaa. HOUSEHOLD WoRDs.-Pshaw ! Stop yot noise Shut up this minute! I'll box you ears! You hold your tongue l! Let me be Go away ! Get awaYl Get out Behav
 yourself l won't You shall! Neve
 mind l You'll catch it Dent bother Com
 here directly Put away those things Youl kill yourself I don't care They're mine
 Mind your own business I'll tell ma Yo