Litchfield enquirer., 1872-08-29

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 I've come toth end now surely, he said, and. dropping into her seat. he hid his face. sss sst-sfsf 5stA.'7 st.as z.
 As he sat there choking lump rose in his throat with sudden click, and in q minute or so more he was wiping away hot rolling tears with the back of his
 sI'm forsook somehow, !" he said-ssaye, I'm forsook. I'm not tn soart 'chap to talk up wi tn world. She wor all tn world cared fur, an she'll ne'er forgie me, for she's hard un-she is. Ayei but 1 were fond O herl Iwonder what she'll dol do wonder f my soul what she's gettin' her mind on!' 1t did not occur to him to call her or go and see what she was doing. He had al- ways stood in some dull awe of her, even when she had been hndest, and now it seemed that they were too far apart for Iany possibility of approach at reconciia- tlon. So he sat and pondered heavily, the sea air blowing upon him fresh and sweet, the sun shining soft and warm upon the house, and the few common flowers in the strip of garden whose narrow shell walks and borders he had laid out for her him self with much clumsy planning and slow Labor.
 Then he got up and took his rough working jacket over his arm. 1 nun go down to tn Mary Anne. !" he said, 'san' work bit, or we'll ne'er get her turned OCT afore tn tide comes in. That boats mott O trouble" And he sighed heavily. 2s5 Halfway to the gate he stopped before 8 cluster of ground honeysuckle, and perhaps for the first time in his life was conscious of sudden admiration for them.
 ''She's powerful fond O such like bits O things-posies an such ike," he said. t'Thems some as planted to please her on tn very day we were wed. IIltak one or two. She's most fond on 'em-fur such ] a hard mn ,, -1 -----zzL z And when he went out he held in his hand two or three slender stems hung with the tiny, pretty, humble bells. Who knows whether some subtle influence at work in soul or body, or even the air he breathed, did not prompt the novel mood. -..- .-. -
 He had these very bits of simple blos- soms in his hand when he went down to where the Mary Assne lay on the beach for repairs. So his fellow-workmen said when they told the story afterwards, re- membering even this trivial incident. He was in a strange frame of mind, too, they noticed, silent and heavy and absent. He did not work well, but Jagged over his labor, stopping every now and then to pass the back of his hand over his brow as If to rouse himself.
 ''Yo look as if 70 an tn missus had had fallin' out an yo'n getten tn worst O tn bargain, one of his comrades said by way of rough jest.
 They were fond of joking with him about his love for his handsome, taciturn wife. But he did not laugh this time as he usually did
 Mind thy own tackle, lad," he said, duly, Gan I'll mind mine."
 From that time he worked steadily among them until it was nearly time for the tide to rise. The boat they were re- pairing had been difficult job to manage, as they could only work between tides, and nov being hurried they fingered longer than usual. At the last minute they found it must be moved, and so were detained.
 ssRetter leave her until th' tide ebhs. '' sad one, but the rest were not of the same mind May" they argued, cit Il be all to do OCT again if we do that Theer's plenty O time if we look sharp enow. Heave again, lads"
 Then it was that with the help of strain ing and tugging there came little lurch, and then it was that as the Mary Anne slipped over on her side one of the work CTS slipped with her, slipped underneath her with s cry, and lay on the sand, held down by the weight that rested on him. With his cry there broke out half a dozen other voices, and the men rushed up to him with frightened faces.
 ''Are you hurt, Seth, lad ?" they cried. ''Are yo crushed or owt ?"
 The poor fellow stirred little and then looked up at them pale enough.
 Bruised 8 bit," he answered them, ''an' sick bit, but dunnot think theer's any bones broke. Look sharp, chaps, an heaye her up. She's mott O weight on me-" -.
 They went to work again, one and all so relieved by his words that they were doubly strong, but after toiling like gi. ants for while they were compelled te pause for breath. In falling the boat had so buried herself in the sand that she was harder to move than ever. It had seem ed simple enough at first, but 1t was not so simple, after all. With all their efforts they had scarcely stirred her an inch, and their comrades, position intsrfered with almost every plan suggested. Then they tried again, but this time with less effect than before, through their fatigue. Wher they were obliged to pause they looked al each other questioningly, and more thar one of them turned trife paler, and al last the wisest of them spoke out.
 ''Iads," he said, 'swe canna do this oursens. Run for help Jem Coulter, an run wi thy might, fur it wunnot be SC long afore tn tide'll flow"
 Up to this time the man on the sands had lain with closed eyes and set teeth but when he heard this his eyes opened and he looked up. ?" he said, in that blind stupid fashion. ''What's that theer tha's sayin Mester ?'
 'Th' tide, !" blundered the speaker. '1 wor tellin' him to look sharp, that's aw. The poor fellow moved restlessly. ssAye aye!" he said. ''Look sharp-ht nun do that. didna think O tn tide. And he shut his eyes again with fain groan.
 They stroye while the messenger wa gone; they stroTe when he returned witl ! ac0Acta4kIc0s t4Cy StKOf0 W11u All bttc1E uA1SA and main, until not man among. then had the strength of child, and the bold l est of them were blanching with fear full, furtive excitement none dared t. show. A crowd had gathered round b, this time-men willing and anxious ta l help, women suggesting new ideas ans comforting the wounded man in rough earnest style, children clinging to thei
 mothers gowns and looking on terror
 stricken. Suddenly in the midst of on
 of their mightiest efforts, Q shsxp childisl
 voice piped out from the edge of an anx ious group brief warning that strucl 1 terror to every heart that beat anon, ! them. sH5 l ssEhf MestersI'' itsaid, ssth' tides creep in up bit. s,ss The men looked round with throbbin pulses, the women looked also, and one c
 the younger ones broke into low cry
 sLord ha' mercyp she said, .tit'H swee I around tn Bend afore long an'-an'-
 and she ended with a terror in her voic
 which told its own tale without othe