Litchfield enquirer., 1864-04-14
LOSING A LOVER.

ty,a and only her partial friends thought hs uneom mony pretty but she had just sucs sweet, gentle, loveable face B you may mee dozen times day upon the crowded street and there was something so delightfully."- frest and Charming about her, that she seemed tc draw all hearts to her by some magic of hel own. Without being remarkable for either beauty, wit, or wisdom, she neyertheless reign. ed supreme in her swn circle, and that circl. was by no means small. So when she left the quiet little village, and went away to the sem | mary in the busy city of B., she qujet!y wonsher way to high place in the regard of both teachers and pupils. Some of the teach CTS, it is true, wished at times Lucy was lit- tie more prompt and thorough in her recita tions; there were 80 many little golden grains dropped out and overlooked by her, that, though she gathered up to!erable sheaf from the harvest-felds of knowledge. the careful stu dious toilers found much that sho had lost. 'Luey isn't thorough enough but it seems to be her only fault, and she may improve. i" This was the general testimony to her charac- ter
 Outside the seminary walls, Lucy found many admirers; and one of these-Henry Weston was generally regarded in the light of Lucy's lover. How Lucy herself looked on him was not definitely known but one thing ! was certain: after making diiigent use of { the few opportunities afforded by the samiu,- ry rules for social intercourse, the young man was most opporsuneIy invited by Lucy's broth CT Fred to come up to ArdIy, and help him spend the summer vacation agreeaby. Of course he accepted, for Fred Taylor was cap- tal fellow, and it would be such relief to get out of the city a few weeks. Then-I am not sure that this reflection came last-Lucy would be at home and who has not f,lt the romance and witchery of country walks and rambles- moon!igh ght-t>wilig ght-sl.ale, sentiment and 70. ses?
 If Lucy was charming in tue hot glare of city gas lights, what should she be in the pure, pnttoubled atmosphere ct home? Young " ston lea.-d back iu his chair. with Fred s note between his fingers, and pictured that home to himself ss q broad, green county place. a..d Lacy us t:e presiding divinity shedding beauty, sweetness and oaor through the whole. It was very pleasant to think Gt ; and, as he contemplated the vslon, :he n:!.,- utrs shipped so rapidly away. that te cans Hrihin :. second of being late ;,s his place in the ba:Ik--a thiuy that had never bap..ene,! b-tor.. in all his prompt, .nati!odic.! hu.is,sss lie. Partly froGl nature, ,und #fl!y froni y..,rs of r;.i hing in business tiiat required the ug- most tLoroughness and precision, Henry Wes tons leading characteristic ~as carefi ;tts:l- ton to the smallest details Of whatever ca,na under his hand to do. His employers trusted him entirely, knowing that no item entrusted to his oversight would he neglected C. let slip for want of care or prompt attention. It was character worth possessing. and the saga cious ones were not far from wrong when they
 
 in the bank before many years. Certainl7 hc was earning pronotinn.
 Vacation days s!ipresl aroun l, and Mr H.n ry Weston made his arrival in Arlley having been duly heralded week before by he " b- red girl, So that thera were plenty of curious eyes regarding the great numbering hack as it drew up in front of Squire Taylor's house, There was the homested, jast ss lie had pcu- red it-large and breezy. with it's graceful, shadowing ems; there was Squire Taylor, dig nifed and portly his delieate, lsdy-liae wife, whe must have been once just what Lucy was now; there was Fred, with his rough, hca r,y greeting; and lind futtering Lucy, looking tairer, more enchanting than ever, in her pret- I V home dress of delicate lawn. That very evening, as they all sa: togetherin the old fam fly sitting-roopn, and Lucy sang to simple accompaniment, The Ingle-s Side" and such old-fashoned songs as pleased her fatLer best young Weston gave himself up fer lost, and decided that he really was in love. Fred ray, Tor, with his hearty zest for hunting, fishing rowing, and all the country pasti-. ,s, gave hi. friend but little choice but to devote his tim. to vigorous tramps and rides through meadow and thcket in search of sport. So it natural ly happened that, when night brought then home, that they were rayenously hungry, ant too tired to be either brilliant or sentimental and thus wooing went on slowly.
 One day, after week had been pasteel, a
 Weson mentally declared, a violent showe drove the young sportsmen home in the mid dle of the afternoon. It was pleasant, as the, rushed into the yard. drenched and muddy, |, catch glimpse of Lucy's face at window as she sat contentedy sewing, and Westo,
 blessed the thunder shower that had brough , him the privilege of a quiet afternoon witt her.
 They ascendsd by the back stairs to Fred room but before they had half completed th process of donning fresh suits of clothing. ant f putting themselves in drawing room trim, tn 5 sun burst forth again in all its glory. T