Connecticut western news., 1872-02-02
THE STORY IT TOLD.

looked out at the window; somebody was coming across the lawn. She turned to the glass involuntarily to put a stray lock aside, to settle her brows and fallals, {! to see how she looked,' in short not that she was especially vain of the peach bloom complexion, of the ripple of yellow, hair, of the ripe red lips and smiling eyes, but because-because it was Philip lngersoll coming across the lawn. He came in like west wind.
 You'll spoil your eyes yet over that worsted- work" he said, taking Violet's embroidery out of her hands, and filling in wrong stitches with the wrong color.
 "Dear mel" she cried, "you're just spelling my cushion cover! I shall have to pull it all out, unless you make some thing pretty"
 "I shall make something beautiful, de- pend upon it. This cushion is to be of random CT mosaic work, I have understood, and your design any thing that fancy or feeling dictates! Now I intend to add a few stitches, and you will pull them out at your peril. 1 want an interest III this cushion; and when my part is complete, if it dosen't please you, why, say so !' For half dozen afternoons or more Philip stopped to conquer worsted-w work, and finish his random design upon the cushion. c. ''There," said he, '' it's given me head ache Whats good for headaches, Miss Violet 2" "-------
 .'Paulinla powders, peace, and pillow" ''Put your hand on my head, and feel how hot it is."
 Tbat come Of such close application. decfare Where did you learn to do worsted-work This eye you have fash toned here is enough to startle the strong minded"
 "Natural talent; that eye speaks. Come, who's for gallop through the woods to-day, to the tune of the wind ? lil have the horses round iR no time." Il can't go," said Mud don't tempt me"
 "But yoa will, Violet?'
 "1cs, 1 will. Twas just thinking that these Indian summer days were too few and fair to waste indoors"
 "Come then; we will be off across the river and into Folly -nill woods" Violet ran to put on her hat and habit while he ordered the horses, and they set of in the best of spirits, the wind ruff1ing her yellow hair and tossing the purple plumes of her hat, the bloom deepening! upon her cheeks till she looked like some brilliant flower. If one could only write all the poems the autumn woods inspire p said Inger- soil. It's like tune, you know, which sings itself in your brain, but eludes the voice." He idly lashed spruce-tree that grew close to the path as he spoke; the acton startled Violet's horse, and he threw her before she had time to cry out. Philip Ingersoll was off his own horse in trice his heart beating hotly in his bosom seeing that she neither moved TOT spoke and lifting her, he found that she h ad fall en against projecting point of stone, and her fair lace was mass of cuts and bruises He got her home with help of some mer who were felling timber in the wood, anc called the doctor, who declared that the beautiful Grecian nose of Violet Stare was broken, and her lovely cheek would always carry the scars of ragged wounds In few weeks, however, Violet was ul and about as usual, but she saw nobody a home, and declined invitations abroad When she walked out she was disguised behind thick ycils. "Though nobod, would ever guess I was Violet Starre-I am sufficiently disguised already" sh, said to herself She seldom walked il the thoroughfares, but in unfrequentet lanes and by-ways. One day she wa met by Philip 1ngersoll in her solitar, stroll, whom no amount of thick veil could deceive.
 "Violet," said he. "you never allow m to see you now. I see Maud and you mother, and any one but yourself 1 haun your door like your shadow. Do yo mean to get yor to a nunnery 2"
 ''I never thought of it; but it wouldn' be so bad now I shouldn't frightcn an one there"
 "Violet, you will always be lovely t me.n
 ''Wait till you see me without my vel Sir; no compliments till then"
 ''Well, do you remember the yelled lad in Hawthornes sZenobia ?"
 Whom Theodore was not brave enoug to trust? Yes"
 "Well, am braver than Theodore; sa that 1 may see you when come again."
 eff it will be any pleasure, yes; 1 sur pose it looks vain to hide away. Bu somehow-t may be silly-but I woul rather look vain than ugly"
 q can not imagine you in such plight,
 "Then you had better not come.n
 "I never surrender ground once ceded.
 When he acted upon this permission found Violet busy over her random wor cushion, with an old-fashioned screen white silk embroidered in palms an pansies standing in a carved rosewoo frame before her.
 "The light troubles my eyes," she sait in apology "they are not quite stron yet;" but he observed that as they sa together with their accustomed famlliarit she constantly shifted it between them.
 "Come," said he, lis it the light of m eyes that dazzles yours ? Wherever move the screen follows"
 "No," said Violet, laughing constrair edly; "it is che light of the other days, guess"
 "The light of the other days, Viole was not one whit more dazzling to me tha