Litchfield enquirer., 1864-02-18
1fti5relIol1n.
Such is Life; A Novel of Every Day.
BY A REFORMED sENsATIoS1sr.

Caroline de Corwen,* lounged languidly ovel dinner at tbe Vu'ture Hotel, Gwymmypylym ynech It commands view ofthe lovely lakes of Lampeter, Bala, aud E,lesmere, and with lhe triple peaks of SnowdoD in the back ground and the fierce ruggedness of Mold below, the scene is unequalIed save in the North Aneri can Pampas. But the young couple needed it not.
 The worst dinner ever ate,' said MT. Go. bowen. discontentedly.
 It is very bad,' said Mrs. Gobowen but think the dinner on our wedding day was even more disagreeabe.
 Very good of you to say 50, I'm sure, said her handsome husband, with an evil glance.
 = Say what I mean, Chirk, was the cold re ply
 If that's the case,' said Mfr Gobowen. it seems to me taat we've been and made sort of-we!l, mistake, and the sooner we repair it the better I'm agreeable,' said the Hon. Mrs. Cob owen, with smile. Best if you are ratorted her husband j; but never mind t,,at now. We'd better sep arate'
 Separate, indeed said Caroline. Ibat 1 would be rleaslnt for me, wouldn't it i? No. indeed. no half measures for me- said the beautiful young wife, filling her glass with
 
 Well, what's your whoe measure, then 2 asked her husband, cur;ously.
 Our marriage was mistake. All runaway marriages are. am heartily tired of you. have heard all your stories, aud all yoIr tray sis aGd-in sbutt, you bore me-
 ! r.cp.oca5a iie ssnjnlent,' said Mr. Gcb- owen. . Lave le.,r.; all your songs, pnl your vni:a is ,,ot what usad to think it, ard req ly your accounts of; all the rul,bshing novels you have evcr read hay" their merit. but they are not particularly Interesting. Whats to be dnuc q
 Let us destroy all evidence of our marriage anI <, hacE, iuto society. I am supposed to hav" 1e,.n ol a visit to my aunt, Lady Gum lrigoa S," viii not dare to contradict me. $ know of several murders H!;ch se commit e! to get at ,h.. tile. aud also the secret o h r enanl-I. Iou have lee,l-what does 1t matter where man has b.en.' Ny un;',... tie secretary for the LGoJs and be cons knows of orr esca; a iz, s;id hr. Cob owen. hecAvse l borrowed couple of handrs d c. hlm at sarting but he won't tell, hecau,e I'm aware of some forgeries be committed in orlsr to become q minister. So all is safe. Here's the marriage certificate. Tear it. aud I'll look in Bradshaw 10 see low you can get across the country to your auut's.'
 Are you Q fool {? said the lovely Caroline Gobowen.
 Il was, enc day about month back said Chrk.
 sh. was to proud to reply to the taunt, but proceeded.
 k there not copy of that certificate in the books of the church at Elsteddfod r
 By love, yes. Thsti awkward
 Not at all. if you have the ordinary courage and energy of a man.
 | believe have both.'
 'Then burn the church.
 The fire in her radiant eyes seemed to light up kindred ray in his He seized his hat, Jor cf cigar Hghts, and gloves, nodded to her, and departed.
 Thirty six hours later. and the beautiful l, t. tie old church of Elsteddfod, built by Owen G!endower, and famous as the scene of the marriage between Edward Carasrvon and Catherine Parr, was mass of smoullering en bers. Mir. Gilbert Scott, the great ecclcsias tical architect, would eat no lunch that day, he was 50 shocked. and was scarcely comforted by receiving instructions to make another church ex. ctly like the old oue.
 I have done it. said the Hon. Mr. Cob owen, as he re entered the room at the Vul- ture, and found his wife. as we will still call her, smoothing her lovely hair at the glass, having ,st ,akeu of her bonnet. Yes saw tue frc,' she replied, coo!ly. You dld ?
 Aye, it isn't my nature to be idle. went after you in the next train, and ascertained that you might have spared that lovely little church. which wish had sketched hat do You mean :?
 The clergyman of Esteddfod, lis name is the Rev. MorSau-ap-Jones keeps the register books in Lis own house.
 Mr. Gobowen launched fearful observation directed against the Welsh clergy generally.
 That sort of language is of no use' said his Wife. You should have burned the rec tory
 Of course would. if had known
 If repeated Caroline Gobowen, with bitter sarcasm. Stay here, and smoke your cigars. It is all you are 1t for.
 : She put os her bonnet as carefully as if she Was going to meet some woman whom she ha- ted. and was gone.
 few days afterwards, the Bangor Bange, contained the following paragraph:
 Our fair aders cauuot be too caution: wta servan,sthey engage. The Rev. Morgan