Litchfield enquirer., 1864-10-20

place in this every day life of ours, but com mon sense, fortunately is coin current the world over.'
 And do common sense and DO oetry never go together, wonder? But reriously, Lou, you must listen to me-
 'And seriously, Philip, this is folly. You will blush for it to morrow. Beside, begging your pardon. the old play of the city lover and rustic lassie is becoming stale. If you please we will not have it acted over again at my ex- pense.'
 Stop, Lon.' and he spoke sternly this time i. this is too much for a man to bear. Cant you be>in earnest ?
 I am in earnest'
 Tell me, then, and he took step nearer me, speaking fercely. His black figure shut out all the glowing sky. 'Tell mo child, do you love me2' s
 'No." ~~:.r A -H
 He stood still an instant, then his hand touched mine, and then was straining my eyes through the darkness when he was disap. bearing through the trees. I went in and closed the door behind me. had done my duty. I thought.
 And next moraing, of all that bright happy summer there remaiued only handful of red leaves. broken of, and drying upon the floor of the porch.
 And I? Ofconrse was very miserable. never stopped to think; only sometimes in the night, up in my little room. with the stars looking at me through the dormer window Daytimes there were things enough to keep off thought.
 The morning Philip went away we sat at breakfast and heard the whistle of the train. Something hard came into my throat. I tho't He has gone, and he was more to me than all the world.' I said, Isn't it nearly time to be- gin housekeeping mother?'
 I was thinking of that last night. It is past the middle of the month, and mother threw glance across to my face. Saul a. mong the prophets, her countenance said. have never been notable-the contrary rather cared more for my books.
 'Then why not begin to day ? asked, ad- ding enthusiastically. Hike house cleaning.
 Mother looked incredulous, and more than incredulous looked Aunt Hepzie when she came in, two hours afterward and found the parlor carpet up, the books down. and half the chairs inverted their sword like legs bristling at each other ia the most beliga ant manner.
 Mercy on me, Loizy, ef yo1 aint clean in house :! and auuty raised both hands in consternation.
 Certainly and why not, aunty ? Why not. indeed. Pretty time for you to he asking that question; but better latch no time.'
 My want Of domesticity had been great trial to my affectionate kin, and to none a greater than to Aunt Hepzie. 'spose you knew Philip Farley had gone off this morning ? and aunty eycavated a seat for herself among the books in the great chair.
 T knew he was intending to go soon,' re- piled, unconcernedly as I mounted table and began taking down curtains. sYes, he's gone. He come over to bid me good by, an do declare I reely pitied the fellow he acted so sorter down in the mouth He stood there on my doorstone, an sez tc him, T hope you'll be here again next summer, Mr. Philip. and he said, I don't know wher shall come again, Aunt Hepzie.' Then laughed, and told him most likely he wouldn' aever want to come and see us. You'll for get ell about us when you get aleng with youl grand city folks, seE I i; an to my dying day l shall remember how he looked when he said We don't forget so easily. my good friend but wish to heaven could forget the las three months, although they have been the happiest of my life.' And then he never said another word only he shook hands with me and went out O the yard; and if you can be- lsve it, just sat down and cried. I did hate to hev him go; he's been So ehipper round l 'mong our folks this summer. Lawful heart Loizy, what hey ye donef Smashed her fu- gers all to nethin'7 Can't ye handle ham mer bettsr'n that. child r Never mind. it's nothing,' said. had bruised my finger, and the blood was stream ing. The pain was . relief. I sat down in medias-res to bind up the wound.
 That's right, dear do it straight up in the blood. Better'n any salye that is to cure hurt said Aunt Hepzie.
 'Thank you, aunty; will try your recipe. Where's your mother?' In the garden, 1 think. Well, have brought her over bundle ol valerain. She was telling on me that she was troubled to sleep nights. Hain't ye minded Loizy, how pale your mothers been getting lately2'
 sNo; I hadn't noticed And cursed my blindness when saw upon her face that nig gh the same look which, years before. my father had worn.
 That winter she died. It was New Years morning when, all along the country side, wo.