Litchfield enquirer., 1869-06-03

l willed girl" ahe added, smiling. and sha. king her head deprecatingly, as I dashed of to bring back my beauty to Bryanstor lSquare. aee,rs f..r.- .,.., '-,.. It was iast as expected. they all fell ir love with her; her sweet face. her high i bred. gentle manners, her charming grace but most of all, she fascinated Bertie, that unpublished schoolboy whom we owned fo, a brother, and in so doing caused the ben. edictions of his sisters to rain down upon l her head.
 Never were there such peaceful Christ mas holidays within the recollection of the !" oldest inhabitant," and we trembled ai the idea of losing our presiding genius My motaer, also, joiaed heartily in he. entreaties for her to stay, for beside really liking her, 1t was impossible to overlook the immense advantages which accrued to us from her society. She could scarcely speak word of English, but German. u. FreHch and Italian Sue seemed to be equal ly fluent in; and, wonder of wonders. Der tie, by New Years Day, was positively be. ginning to talk French with, won't say a good, but certainly .ess extraordinary ac cent than wheu ee came home.
 This undisputed possession of the field was perfect bliss to him: he lionizsd her about London, taking her to all sorts of mu ,eums aud places, which he professed to think It was quite necessary sine should | see.
 In'my own mind felt sure it Was for the pleasure. pure aud simple, of having such pretty person under his protection, and entirely dependent on him.
 1 think sne liked him, aud nls boyish ad mlratlon. Que evening, aS sne was talk ing, or rather gestlcuiatiag, to my mother -tor their conversation was mostly c.rried on by signs-ue gave me a nulge that would have been amply sdffcient to awa- ken St. Paul's to attention. >
 VI say, Rachel, she Is pretty" he said In low tone, there's no mistake about that; you should sse how ali the fellows stare at her, and don't believe she knows 1t, now," he added, in an inquiring sort of voice, as If he weren't quite sure of the truth of his own statement.
 ! "Don't you think so," asked inno- gently.
 Well, don't know how she can help if" he said meditatiyely; "when I took her to the Colosseum, the Guards were just passing, and you should have seen how they looked at her, and wished themselves in my shoes, know; and think they're pretty good judges" he said, ln all appro- wing tone.
 SD we went on very smoothly until New Years Day, when she began to declare she must le.ve us. promised to heIp her to fiad lodgings, if she would wait. day or two loager. 4a:,a l Tle ti4e of her visit had not been alto- gether unfrultful in affording me come ln- sight into her history an insight, obtain i ed, however, more through my own obser- 7atlon than from any infcfmatlon vouch- safed by her.
 1 It was oue day in Christmas week, I -' fsA 'n.s unin0 f, tisa ssank0miane. ar so.netnipg ot t1e sort. With mamma, Az nes, aud B ,rtle. Sac was sitting with her they went, when came into the room: her back was turned to tue door, As I lo ,ksd at her. suddenly, like fl ssh of light, a host of recollections forced themselves in- to my mind. was no longer in our draw ing room, but in 8 well known saloon ip Vienna, biazlng with light, listening to M sdeinoiselie de Murska. Tue figure which was before me now, was before me then, a few rows in front of us. The cloak iu it. self was peculiar-wilite, witt, very beau tiful border of blue and silver-that Der haps helped my memory; but as the light shoue on the crisp, golden hair, wonder. ed at my own stupidity; yes, there could hardly be any mistake. thought, as I re mem0ered letter which I had received some time before from my friend in Vien- na:
 Look, Rachel, look!" she had whisper ed to me that night, ''there is the great beauty, Countess Arnheim." a..-'.-
 Wnere?" asked, trying to look in ev- cry direction at once, for had heard @ great deal about her, but had not seen her.
 '"' There, to the left; don't you see? Ahi what pity! sue has turned her head.
 could not help laughing at her disap- pointed tone; she was always so eager that should see ali I wished yaI aa. ...s-
 Never mind," said, "she will be sure to turn it back again;" but she didn't; nev. er,diring the whole time that We both sat there, though We were not more than two yards from tue place in which she sat, did she turn once, so that I could even see her proalei just the pretty outline of her cheek, aud the mass of crisp, ripping, golden hair was voqchsafed to Us. Of her companions we saw quite enough, Q dark, 5 handsome woman, and middie-aged, keen eyed officer, who sat on either side of her. After the concert was over, in the little ex- eltsment of securing droschky, thought ! uO ulOEo OI Uof. 4ulb OvouluS, 0OW0V6C, she was brought forcibly to my mind. as I entered tue drawing-room, by the outline of Fraulein Dorn's face, and the white and blue cloak.
 Not till after they were gone did pro. Iduce my writing-case, and, settling myself in a comfortable arm-chair before the fire, ] proceeded to dive into it's recesses after my Vienna letters. -.e...:z4 st iis iea 5
 I fi,hsd out four or five from its capa- cious pockets, but the right one did not make its. appearsnce, and I was just be, ginnlng to echo my poor mothers wish, that l were more tidy and methodical, when made 2 good haul and brought up the letter was h search of 1t began. -ae "KoTHEsER SrRAssE 10, Wien-May. 7 E"DEAREsr RAcHEL,- z... s..;...s,.f ..ii ''My letter, you see, is dated from cur old quarters. We have taken these rooms again, for though not so large as the .oth-. CTS, they are much cleaner, and l think more comfortable. It makes me quite mel ancholy to go into yoar room. Char has it now. We all miss you dreadfuily; it takes away half the pleasure of things, having no one to talk them over with, tthouga really in these days of excitement there is no tune for reflection: one simply has to keep ones mouth open to svallo "