Connecticut western news., 1872-05-24
SUMMER sWIEETINes.


 mer sweetings down to Widow Small's, Bert.S
 "Yes, mother mine, if you say so."
 It won't take you ten minutes.n "No2 Where does she live i'' i- sgl ] "Follow the orchard wall, and turn down Lovers Lane, and it's the first cot tage on your left-so the servants tell me; Pve never been there."
 Bert took the basket and followed di- rections, and just as he reached the first cottage on the. left, the door opened and out tumbled ten or dozen children of all ages.
 "Is this the widow Smalls2" he asked of dimpled young person who stood just inside watching the children's gambols. "Yes," said the sweetest voice in the world, while two luminous eyes met his .-"yes, this is the widow Smalps. "s
 My mother, Mrs. Greaterex, sends her these summer sweetings.n w~s
 s0h, thank you Tell Mrs. Greaterex that there is nothing I like so well as sum- mer sweetings.n esSsssss s1!1ss 83s
 ''She sent them with her compliments,' D said Bert, fbbing awkwardly, but feeling that he owed an apology to this vision of loveliness for having thought of her as an old woman in mob cap.
 "Yeur motheri is very kind. Won't you come in and see my foWers2"
 "Yes, will. Are these your children?'' he asked. n6c.E, .ua
 "They are my little scholars. You must have mistaken me for the old woman who lived in shoel"
 "D0 you take care of all these5 flowers yourself P, he asked, while she pointed out her favorites. "What poetical employ ment!"
 "Oh, it is not poetry. it is poverty that moves me, ," she replied. "I make them into bouquets to sell. Let me give you these for your button hole." < v
 Thanks; and I will order a bouquet of you every day." sr S.ss> 2
 "Oh, shall grow as rich as Cresus. You are too generous. One of ny little scholars shall take it to you" sS No; if you please, will come for ii myself" szrs Certainly. It is time for me to ring my bell now; recess has been over these five minutes"
 suppose that is hint for me to be gone. IsWish I was g. little chap in your primer olassa sGood-by, you will see me tomorrow. ss 1y
 "Where have you been, Bert p said Caroline; "the carriage has been waiting this half hour."
 !" carried some apples to the widow Smalps," answered the guilty Bert Mother sent them." 5Ii7if
 Oh, did you2 Has she any children P "There were half a dozen or nor. playing about the premises" answered "Poor folks always have such a lot Does she have to take care of them her self2'' afla
 "That seemed to be her occupation"
 1t must be disagreeable to be o.d ant poor too; to lose your color, and see you eyes retreating into your head, your skir growing yellow and wrinkled, and youl hair getting gray. Is she an awful old fright, Bert3"
 "You had better go and see for your self, laughed her brother, "your taste ii so different from mine That new panier for instance, which you wore yesterday and thought so stylish. is simply hideou to me-"
 "Oh no. hate the neighborhood o poverty and trouble; squalor gives me qualm. No; will send her some of m, old gowns-without paniers-if you thinl she'd like them, but don't ask me to gt and see her." And then they droy, round and called on the Upton girls, ant Caroline lost sight of the poor widow ant her large family in discussing the new DO lanaise and the latest style of chignons But Bert made amends for his sister shortcomings. All the time that he chat ted with Maria Upton, holding her scarle yarns and saying gallant nothings, he wa comparing her with the widow Small, an, finding flaws in her beauty and demeaaor Only yesterday he had thought Maria Up ton the prettiesti girl in the world, witl whom it would not be difficult to ge madly in love, but just now she scene. full of affectatiens.
 "What is on your mind !" she asked suddenly. "Excuse me, but you don appear like yourself.n
 "Nor you either" he might have re piled. "So much the better, perhaps; he said instead.
 s"AIlow me to judge about tha, Come, what good have you done sine yesterdayi"
 Goods Oh yes; carried a basket e summer sweetings to the Widow Small Isn't that good7"
 "6weetings are good. She's quite a antiquity, this widow, isn't she !"
 "Don't ask me; lady's age is saere subject" '5-sss ~ '4- 'sz'
 "How considerate Does she wear false front piece and glassesi"
 Is that an index of agei I know heap of folks whom I never suppose aged. who wear false fronts, if it mean that they smile when they would rathe frown, and say I am glad to see yor Whea they wish you ip the Red Seq,