Litchfield enquirer., 1864-01-14

6 letter of recommendation to me. Your cold hearted icicle people never care for flowers |; Vou may write that in the fly leaf of your primer) But what particularly pleased me at Mrs. Harris's was the devotion of her SGD to his nether. Iexpectsd 20 less, because, the minute I opened the door, Issw that ks was tAe sane young nan who gave up his seat in the onnibas to the old gentleman.
 Joha did all the marketing and providing ss well as if he was seventy instead of seven teen. He wheeled his mothers arm chair to the pleasautest corner handed her the foot stool and newspaper, ard spsctacles offered her his arm up stairs and down, and spent his evenings by her side, instead of joining other young men in racing over the city to find ways to kill time.
 It was beautiful sight in these days, when beardless boys come stamping and whistling into their mothers presence, with their hats on, and call her the "old woman."
 spent pleasant autuHn under Mrs. Har- rs' quiet roof. And now, winter had Set in with its nice long evenings. John came in to tea one night with his bright face ovsrclouded. His mother was at his side in an instant. Johns master.had failedtand John was thrown out of employment.
 Then learnedsthat it was only by the strict est ecoComy, and hoarding of every cent of Johns small salary. that the house rent was paid and the table provided.
 And now, so the widow said, the house must be given up. for John might be long while getting another place, clerkships were so diff cult to obtain and they must not think ofran- ming into debt.
 It was such pity. We were all so con- fortable and happy there, in that cosy little psrlor, with it's sunny bow window full of flow CTS, aad it's bright Lehlgh fire, and :cosy eush- ionsd chairs that cosy parlor, where the little round table, with it's snow cloth, hal been SO s!ten spread ; ands stbe fragrant coffee, and del icass tea biscuit, and racy newspapers, had been so often discussed where John, in his slippers and dressing gown, with his hair push ed eff his broad forehead, read to us rage after page of some f&yorite author, while the wind was welcome to whistle itself dumb outside the threshold, and old Winter to pile up the sncw st tLe door till lie got tired of it.
 1t was hard
 John walked up and de~n the floor, with his hands crossed bah;nd, and Mrs. Harris vent round the room, hunting after her specta- cles, when they were comfortably repos;ng on the bridge of her fine Roman noss.
 A knock at the door!
 A note for John
 Enclosed fisd s5os, to pay Mr. John Ia=- ris' house rent fer the coming year.
 A. FnIEkD."
 John rubbed bis eyes, and looked at his mother his mother looked st E1e, and Hooked at both of them and tasn we laughed and cried till. we nearly had regular Mysteries.
 But who vas the "Friend ?' That was the question. We were all born Yankees, and did our best at '' guessing j" butt it didn't help us We'll, ct any rate. it was very uice, all round. hadn't to be routed.
 We were too sensible to believe in fairies, and who tho mischief vas emptying the horn of plenty in that way at our feet, was the question.
 When We swoke next morning we found in the back yard barrel of apples, barrel of -four. a keg of butter, and bag of buckwhest flour, labelled. For Mir. John Harris, street.
 John declared, (after pinching himself to see if he was really John) that he fastened the gate inside the very last thing before he put on his nlght-cap. Mrs. Harris said somebody must have climbed over and unfastened it :; and jumped right up and down, for bright thought had just struck me, aad was deter miued to hold on to it. for I didn't have bright thought every day.
 What now !" said John. as I capersd round the room.
 "Oh nothing" said I" only it takes wo- man, after all, to fnd out secret-and to keep it too" added, snapping my fingers at him.
 That day I thought it would do me good to ride about in sn omnibus. tried several It didn't make much difference to me whether they went up street or down, or where they finally stopped. I was looking more at the passengers.
 By and by I saw the person wanted Said I, in 8 whisper, sitting down beside him. House rent-clerkship-fou -butter-c.ackers and buckwheat, all for giving you a seat in an om- nibus.
 Didn't know that ':the fairy" was the nice old man with silver locks !! Didn t he bribe me to hold my tongue by telling me that he might get peep at John and his mother Didn't he come ? land didn't look as much as- tonished when he called as if it hadn't been all settled two days previous But how was to know that Mrs. Harris would turn out to be an old love of his ? How was John to know why he felt such an irresistible impulse to be kind to the old man, that had grown grey loving his