Litchfield enquirer., 1864-10-20
AUNT HEPzIE's WARNING,

very well, then LOSS me that bundle, please, and hold this zephyr while I wind, and I'll tell you all about it."
 Aunt Hepzie had come over to take tea with my mother. and the two were sitting, in. cheerful state, before the parlor fire; aurty was arrayed in her ponti6cals, her best alapaca gown and silk apron, with stiff cap, which always came in box and went in box. and during the interregnum lowered sublimely upon it's owners head.
 Is there anything of interest in the village?' asked mother. Aunt Hepzie was from the vil- lage. We were suburbans.
 No, nothin' partikelar that know of re- piled my Aunt, conscientiously, at the same time adjusting her knitting sheath. T think our church is in an awful condition.'
 Why do you' I thought. they seemed very united the last year, remarked mother.
 'United.l Oh dear yes. Deacon Hall he says we're all froze together. Oh, he talked beautiful about it the last Conference meeting. Said he wondered the storms that come down on Sodom and Gomorrer didn't visit us. Oh, it's O the Lords mercy that we aint consumed, every one on us! and aunty gave deep sigh.
 Why as to that. it's of Gods mercy we haue all our blessings. isn't it Hepzibah?' re- piled mother with some energy. She never relished aunty's attacks upon times and peo- pie; and she went on. As for thinking that We are in any danger of the fate of Sodom, I do not even think we are particularly deserving of it. No doubt we have all great reason to be humble on account of our sins; but what's the use of saying that we live in the worst age? It's no such thing. For my part, I am thank fu that my lines have fallen in such pleasant places'
 Well Susan, I'm glad if you can take such cheerful view ont but that warnt the way Deacon Hall talked. An speakin O him reminds me they do say Clarissy Halls reely going to be married. They borried Miss Squire Jones's tins this mornin' Borryin' them cake tins alters means we,'iin right off too. And that makes me think'-aunty was fairly under way now. I krew there would be no ntermission un til tea time.
 Dye know that Squire Jones nephew had come up from N ew York to spend the 
 'No. We hadn't heard oft. What nephew 9 ask ed mother
 'Why, young Farley. You remember his mother; she was I.acty Jones. She marre' s Farlnv and they went cTdown country sona- wherns to live and this is her son.
 'Ah vns remember his mother perfectly. Well, this will be very pleasant for Mrs Jones.
 Pleasant for the girls. you'd better say Master hand he is for the girls, they tell me. an shouldn't wonder. Cone up here for health indeed. Don't believe word of it. see him to meeting along with Miss Jones and he looked well enough, according to my way of thinking. All pink and white. We'll, hHeW o"o lhlhS. I1' WdS Sirl WoaluH speak to him with all his airs. The upstart! and aunty made an emphatic pause. There was a silence broken only by the clicking of two sets of knitting needles. had book reading with my eyes and hearing with my ears, quite conscious that the present subj ect was supposed to have bearings upon myself.
 q tell you,' began Aunt Hepzie again, sturdily, girls better be pretty careful. City is mighty onsarin-mighty onsartin,' and she repeated the words to render them still more impressive. All they care for country girls is to kite about and hev good time with lem here, and when they get back to the city they don't think no mere about them than they do about last years robins-not whit more: SO, Loizy'-here she sent shot from her eyes over her spectacles at me-'so now you may take warming ...
 sThank you, aunty. Bdt don't think 1t will be needed. Pink and white people are not my style, you know" said.
 Just out of the city there was grand old place, with bay windows and balconies. foun- tains and flowers This was the Farley place Up the hill there was brown house, with low roof and vine covered porch. TSis was oul house. Philip Farley's father owned ships ou sea and blocks on shore. Mine had gone to sleep years ago, under the tangle of wild briel and golden rod up in the church yard.
 Six feet tall and broad. .shouldered. with blue eyes, light hair, aud beard golden and silker like embroidery foss-that's Philip.
 You see how little and dark I am and my hair, did you ever see it down: Look at me then when take the combs out. Black as night, and nearly covers me you see. . Vain of it." you say? A triAe. perhaps. Why not I know it's beautiful. If were pretty myself I'd own it all the same but am not, you know Wasn't it odd that great mass o sunshine like Philip should fancy little dus- ky bit of shadow like me? But he did, and knew it of course. A woman always knows. suppose. And don't mind now telling you that liked him from the frst la fact we were in love; use the expression under pro test. because it's the brefest way of putting it
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