Connecticut western news., 1872-02-02

Thanks-but do not feel it necessary to make polite speeches to me. See how tamously am getting on with my mosaic cushion. Won't it be a splendid mud dleF ? I'm going to match it with flame colored sum-"
 "I hope you recognize my other effort of art as an old acquaintance of yours ?'
 "Whch? This little imp? What is he doing2 Shooting angels to make pot-pie, as Mrs. Hurd thought she had a confirmed habit of doing when she went to the asylum? I mistook him. for a comet at first, or heavenly body"
 "IIe is heavenly body; and though he resembles an Interrogation point with wings as much as any thing, I thought his bow and arrow would speak for him."
 "Oh, the little blind god, to be suren
 "Yes none so blind as those who won't see."
 Having broken the ice of Violet's re- serve, Mr. Ingersoll never gave it time to skim over again, but presented himself all most daily. He always took his position now on the other side of the screen, where the two sat, withdrawn from observation, in world of their own. The family call ed the space behind the screen "Violct's reception-room," but no other visitor was admitted there.
 They were returning one winter after noon from a matinee. Violet's hand slip ped into his arm and held there; the gas lights flickered against the steel blue twi- light sky, where handful of stars was sprinkled; every body was hurry ing and hugging himself against the cold; but these two loitercd along the way, happy o,,I nf irb borhood.
 "I have an unsuitable curiosity" said Violet, ito know where all these people what rough highways of life Ii one could get behind these masks which they all wear, and know what was taking place in their experlence, what plans and hopes and disappointments they conceal, wouldn't it be finer than any novel ?"
 "Let us begin with each other, then," said Philip; "tell me first, what hopes and plans you hide away from the com mon gaze?"
 "1!" she laughed. "Yes; hope some time to go to all the symphony concerts, and wear camel's-hair shawl"
 "My hope is more presumptuous than that, Violet. I hope to tahe you to all the symphony concerts, with a wedding-ring on your finger. May I?" and Violet must have given consent, for the next day there was a diamond like dew-drop fashlug upon her hand, and, in spite of scars, look of happiness that dazzlcd the beholder.
 The diamond had reposed upon Violet's finger hardly a month when MT. Ingersoll was called out Of town to paint the portrait of beautiful helress, the ward of his uncle, who had occasionally visited at his moth CTS. The idea of jealousy in connection | with his absence never occurred to Violet, while he wrote letters full of the extrav- aoances of lovers, that read 50 much like pure poetry but having several or1ers in the neighborhood, he was obliged to post pone hls return almost daily. MT. Crayon wishes me to paint his child" he would write; Mrs. Vermilion wishes to si for Marie Stuart thus shall be obliged to remain away from you still longer, which disappoints mcssoreiy"-till Maud said:
 "I suspect he's having too fine time out there you had better have him home without delay. I wouldn't trust lover Of mine within cye-shot of Miss Heather's tascinations. Violet stays her thousands but Miss Heather her ten thousands"
 I'm sure shall not ask him to return, ' answered Violet, for the first time expert. encing an uncomfortable sensation Gil he wishes to do so, he will need no urging if he perfers to stay, I would not have him come at any solicitation of mine. Besides he has finished Miss Heather's sittines and he said sine had begun to fade" But somehow the suggestion ranked and re- fused to be exercised, till she forgot it fol a while; but every now and then it re- turned to her, like pain that one vaguely remembers at waking, groping about ir ones consciousness tor the wound that caused it. What if he should succumb t. Miss Heather's beauty? It would not be wonderful. The only wonder was that he should ever have cared for herself with her ugly scars and they began tc burn and throb forthwith.
 SLe had been out shopping one day, anc getting into crowded car to return, was obliged to stand damned so closely against two ladies who were seated that she coulC overhear thelr remarks without an effort
 It would never have happened, sus pect, but for that accident" the elder lady was saying {" iC was dreadful misfor tune, truly. 1 have only seen her once since, and I should never have guessed that she had been beautiful. You see, broken nose changes tue outlines and tn, expression essentially" Violet shiverec behind her thick veil, and lent an eager at tention.
 "Well," said the other, "wky should he marry an ugly woman merely becaus, she is unfortunate? 2"
 "Thc fact is, he felt himself to blame
 he invited her to ride, and it was the 1irt ing of his whip which startled her horse
 there you have it i2 nutshell. It wa simply matter of duty. His mothe told me herself that it never would hay happened but that Philips conscience raj ! away with his judgment. There, 1 mus tear myself away. Don't mention an, U thing I've told you; 1 shouldn't like it t. reach the parties concerned, you know Will you pull the strap for he, please 2 she said to Violet; it is so crowded here
 Thanks" working her passage cut, whil , Violet sank like crush cd flower into tn
 vacant seat. 1t seemed strange to he that she should yet be alive, having listen
 eA to such tidings! Two school e1rls be side her were laughing over the unknowl quantities ip their algebra lesson; pal ot lovers were smiling into each other
 eyes, standing in the aisle with each : hand in the same strap; some Calcutt , merchants were discoursing of jute, butt: l llnseed, and duties; the sunbeams wer [, gllnting in at the car window; every thin
 and every body were just where they ha :, ceen halb an hour ago; she only, of al that assembly, had epitomized the suffer . ings of lifetime in one sharp pang, ha < lost :" the light that never was on sea c T T shorep"
 ! ! She made no ado, but went home in A sort of blank amszement, and wrote t
 Philip Ingersoll that she released him fror ', the engagement; on the receipt of whic 5 he dropped brush and palette. and replied u C If unn1 aro il, narnast dear Ninle