Connecticut western news., 1871-09-29
THE GIPSY'S GLASS.

Cissy Thorne was sitting at her toilet table, skipping novel, while her maid Elm ma brushed her long, thick, silky hair. Some people said it was false, because there was so much of it; other Christians were certain it must be dyed, seeing that it had that particular bright, golden tint which is so often due to art; but Emma knew better. That exemplary girl took the same sort of pride in her mistress's hair that good groom does in the coats of his masters horses, and was never tired of currying-I mean brushing it. Fortunate ly. the young lady took an equal pleasure in her passive part of the performance, and so both were satisfied. When the spoiled beauty did not know what else to do, she went up to her room, took off her dress, I and had her hair brushed it was ladylike substitute for smoking pipe. I wonder that Darwin has not instanced the pleasure we feel in being stroked the right way, in favor of his last theory. l believe that Cissy was often very near purrirg, especially in thundery weather, when her hair cracked like an experiment.
 "Well, Emma, did you go to the fair |' asked the brushee, laying down her book. Yes, miss, did,"
 "And what did you see ?"
 'I saw horsemanship, where they rode standing, and jumped through hoops won derful n'
 "And did you go on one of the round- abouts that are worked by steam-engine, which plays an organ ?"
 sNo, miss 2" replied Emma, with an en- phasis.
 "Do you know, Emma, I should like to, if no one saw"
 "Lor, miss they are crowded with such a low lot, they are."
 ''Low lots, as you call them, seem to have all the fun,' said Cissy, with half sigh. "And what else did you see 2"
 "I went to a-fortune-teller"
 "No! In tent ?''
 "There were little tents about, but it was little yellow cart Iwent into; not in the far exactly, but in the clump, be- fore you come to it. She's wonderful J"
 'sIs she, though What did she say i? Tell me-" cried the excited Cissy, who was troubled with yearnings after the super natural.
 ''She told me all sorts of things which she could not have known natural mole on my back; how long have been in ser vice -"
 s'Yes, yes, but the future; did she say anything about that ?''
 "She did more, miss, she showed it me"
 "Nom
 "In round glass as true as Pm stand ing here I saw him plain.''
 ''Your future husband F'
 GAS is to be yes, mlss."
 The two girls had been playmates when very little, and there was much more fa- miliarity between them than is customary with mistress and maid. So Emma had to enter into all the mysterious details of the cabalistic ceremony.
 "What fun p' cried Cissy. ''I should SO like to go; I 0iU go! The fortune -teller's caravan is not actually in the fair, you say j; and there will not be many people about if we start early"
 'Ior, miss what will your pa and ma say 2"
 ''I don't know; I'll do it first and ask them afterwards, for fear they might ob- ject. We will go tomorrow morning, di- rectly after breakfast, mind"
 MT. Thorne was a steward; 1 do not mean an official attached to steam packet, in charge of china shop full of white ba- sins, but manager of large estates in the country; a well-to- do man, who had a small property of his own, which he farmed in the most intelligent ana neatest style, on the outskirts of the market-town of Littelun. Mrs. Thorne was plump, good natured, and lazy, yet somewhat proud and sensitive; she fancied the county fam flies were patronising, and she would not be patronised.
 | Cissy was their only child, and they thought much of her, honestly believing that there never was such another baby child-maiden. Of course the paragon was never sent to school, and her govern esses were selected principally with refer ence to their power of appreciating her merits.
 Nevertheless, she was very charming, and had two lovers-I do not mean mere admirers, but two men who were ready to marry her, if she would but choose one of them. But she could not quite make up her mind which of the brace to select.
 "If this gipsy would only show me which I am to take, it would save me a world of trouble" she said to herself with a smile; s'but of course that is all non sense. Yet if she did, VOW that would be guided by it."
 One aspirant was Pendil Frogmore, a l very poor for though his rent-roll was a fair one, his debts were enormous but very handsome, and we'll set up. Indeed, he had been in the Blues don't mean in bad spirits, but man in armor, commanding men in armor, and his wife would be un- doubtedly county.
 Charles Wilson was the name of the oth- CT; he was young London solicitor, who 1 haH i1ef folz ,fo was now on visit to his mother, an In- dian colonel's widow who resided at Lit telun. Mrs. Wilson and Mrs. Thorne were good friends, so all was smooth there. Mrs. Wilson had murmured, indeed, when she first saw her sons inclination
 "Would she be companion for you, Charles? would she be able to take an in- terest in the same things you did ?"
 "No, mother; and that is Just what I want. I should hate wife who was as clever as myself But how can you fail to see her merits2 She is such very nice little partyp'
 "Partie, Charley, partie how dreadfully bad your French accent is! I grant that she would not be bad match for you from worldly point of view"
 Frogmore was the more handsome, Will son the more pleasant. Really, if fate would settle the matter for her, it would save Cissy Thorne world of trouble.
 So the pretty bone of contention thought, as she started with her maid En- ma for Littelun Hurst at nine A. M.; for MT. Thorne breakfasted early, and his daughter presided, Mrs. Thorne being a sluggard. Not drum was heard, not a pandean note, as they stepped briskly along; the gingerbread husbands were GOV cred up from the dust; the merry-go- rounds were still the clown was alarming his dress tho donkevs hraa kfoS+od fruoolI0