Connecticut western news., 1872-10-04

turf under our feet, and to breathe Tn the hay scented oxygen that freighted the atmosphere like wine could have tossed my hat in the air and huzzaed like a school boy for very lightness of heart as I stood there on the platform in the pink glow of the sunset, with the train thund- ering away through deep gorge of rocks and myself so to speak, isolated from W all Street and thrice heated stone pavemenIs for three days at least.
 There was the usual crowd round the station: huge numbering stage coach with Glen House, painted in staring yellow letters on the panels of the door, and three airy light buggies and wagon cites, with satin skinned horses champing their foam fecked bits, and silver plated harness flashing back the level evening sunshine; girls in floating muslins and white Swiss hats, and young men Tn linen suits and Panamas young matrons with broods of children swarming about them, and ladies of a certain age, who had evil dently come down because they had nothing else to dc.
 I looked care]essly around, as l lighted my cigar, with the eye of one who views the world from totally aesthetic point of view, but the next instant my gaze was arrested by-a Dolly Warden.
 IRe identical Dolly Warden! I would have known it among acres of dry-goods, miles of calico, with it's blue and pink morning -glories, and the impossible hum ming birds among the great green leaves. And there it was, the centre of a group of much -bepaniered white and pink and azure muslins, with an Alpine parasol over its Lead, and a many y-frilled buff foulard skirt below, looped up to give the slender feet and ankle more play for walking.
 (You sec I haven't been shopping for nothing, for don't believe the most ac- complishcd fashion editress in Christcndom could "put Tn" the above technical terms in heater stylc.)
 "It's Miliy," quoth l, to my own per sonality-" Milly herself. She's contrived to miss me; and now for lark '
 Stopping only to ignite the cigar and give it good bluc- wreathed start, I strode forward, and moving as noiselessly as if the soft grass under my feet was of velvet, was at the side of the Dolly Warden in an instant, with my arms round it's morning gloried, humming- -birded waist.
 "Boo !' cried I, in stentorian accents, lifting the slight figure off it's feet as one would lift child, and rubbing my mus- tache, according to the most approved fashion of brotherly greeting, across pair of rose-leaf lips.
 There was slight scream-a struggle the Dolly Warden slid out of my clasp, crying out:
 What is the meaning of this insult, Sir ? How dare you?''
 And then, to my ineffable, unspeakable, dismay, perceived that the treacherous blossoms of the Dolly Warden had led me into fearful blunder. For it wasn't Milly, after all
 Not Milly, nor anything in Milly's sem blance, but a beautiful shady-eyed girl of seventeen or tkereabouts, with chestnut brown hair brushed away from forehead as smooth and white as a calla lily .leai, lips like scarlet sea-coral, and throat as slender and stately as Diana's ownl
 "How dare you, Sir 2" reiterated this indignant nymph,t the shady eyes sparkling, the cheeks dyed rose red. Is this the of gentleman?"
 I'll beg your pardon," I stammered, ceiling as if my blood was turned to fire, md as if my nerves were pins and needles, t l didn't mean-that is, thought it was ny sister It's all the Dolly Warden, up- ,n my word and honor!"
 "He's crazy, dear!'' whispered one of Ter companions, in a distinctly audible lotto Uoce. "Let's call somebody! Let's 'un away! Where's Milly? Where's ;he station master? It must be an escaped unatic! Oh dear! oh dear! where can he keeper have gotten to! We must keep close together Ariel, because-'
 " "Ariez?" This, then, was the fair Southern heiress In whose eyes my too 'anguine sister had expected me ts shine The name was not so common as to be :eadily duplicated. A pretty Beginning his
 "Ladies ]" I cried, deprecatingly, "in he name of Dolly Warden, aoaU you listen Q me2"
 '' There? gasped the last speaker, CT old you he was crazy! Oh, do let's run n'
 Ladies'" l began, second time, grasp ng my valise as if it was a shield; but ny intended oration was cut short by my lister Milly's plump arms around my leck.
 1ere to meet you! I told them how it would be, when they insisted on going lround by the way of the enchanted we'll !''
 Instead of returning my sisters greet ng, held her off at arms-length, greatly 70 her astonlshment, and surveyed her with deliberate gaze.
 "Yes, there they were. Blue and pink morning -glories-the leaves of green, and he humming- birds peeping out here and ;here and every where!
 II knew p said I, composedly, Didn't I Lsay it was all the Dolly Varden's ault p
 Miss Aubrey colored and smiled, and began to look degree or so less mortally offended.
 "You mistook me for Miss Harper 2" he hesitated.
 "Almost fatal mistake " I said, fold- ng my arms and trying to look penitential. But, considering Dolly Warden and all 'he circumstances might I pray for for ,iveness ?"
 And then and there I went down on one znce, and then and there was first intro- 1uced to Miss Ariel Aubrey, and then for given by her.
 |" For the sake of Dolly Warden !'' she 'aid, laughing.
 '' But who on earth was to suppose that two ladies would go and put on gowns exactly alike ?' 1 demanded, in my turn to assume an aggrieved air.
 "Dolly Varden!' corrected my sister. ( We'll, it is rather singular coincidence, md yet, when one comes to think of it, t is the most natural thing in the world"
 And she twisted herself around to look 1t her prer osterous pattern of dress with The utmost cnlnD1aconcv
 Feminine logic!" said I. "Miss Au- brey, if you'll accept of my arm up the hill, I'll promise net to hug you again-l without your permission"
 It wasn't me, you know," said Miss