Litchfield enquirer., 1872-08-15

s4sssssse4ss,E7s .s.7esss ss z-,---fef5 -3E3 ; hpNse and seemed to be very homeless and f0rIOTn at hotel, had proposed his e4nng to live with them, much to his n6nfort and satisfaction He was uneom- morly fond of children, and Fanny's lit. ne ones adored Uncle George, who
 had the sweetest temper in the world, an4 had never been known to bee cross
 Hs had plenty of intellect, and could al-- ways say something worth hearing, pro- yided he was with people he knew well and liked, but his shyness made him do himself great injustice in society He thought Jenny the sweetest girl in the world, and his favorite castle in the air wis pretty house of his own, presided over by bright, sunny tempered little vie with rosy cheeks, brown eyes and 8 saacy little turn-up nose. But whether hewould ever have the courage to tell her sowas really matter of doubt; for the mere he thought it over, the more impos- siIle 1t seemed to him that Jenny could eyar like him well enough to say ssyes" {; and really think if, like the Parsees with thir prayers, he could have deputed some sase else to do it for him. s'@ =. -,-
 .kGnny hANguessed his secret but wisely kspt her own counsel, only determining that, should matters ever go so far as to need one little friendly push to set them ell right, hers should be the hand to give It., Little did she think what was to be her part in Georges love-making.
 Poor Fanny! The long list of her no- ble qualities did not include either pa tience or>self-control, and as the weary days went by and the novelty of Jennys presence wore of, she began to find fault even with her favorite sister-in-law and although, if she had been asked, she would have said that there never was such dear good nurse, she yet scolded at ev- erything she did in way that was very hard to bear. - ''"
 Fortunately for her, Jenny's patience was inexhaushble, and she was a eener- ouS soul who would have scorned the meanness of loOsing temper with a sick peEsaH or a child. Rnt if patience never Strength sometimes did. and a week of days of incessant activity and nights of broken rest had made her look much paler and thinner.
 1t was sultry moring, and she had just finished getting Fanny ready for the doc tors visit, and was putting away some things, when, In some unaccountable way. she let fall goblet on the hearth with a loud crash. ... -. .r..-.-..
 Jenny, l cant't think how you can be so awkward P burst out Fanny, startled by the noise. 'EI declare, you are just as bad as Bridget. I do wish you would go away and let me have some quiet.
 It was the feather that broke the camePs back, and poor Jenny, who had been up two nights, burst into tears.
 None Of the Westons had been brought up on system of weeps," and mortified and ashamed Jenny hurried out of the room, muttering something about ''back Tn minute, " and rushing past her own room, which was in the chaos of sssweep- ing day." she flew down stairs into the cool, darkened parlor, and throwing her self into corner of the sofa sobbed as if her heart would break Her violent eff forts to stop crying seemed all of no avail aud she was mortified at the thought of the doctors coming nd finding Fanny ex- cited by her absurd behavior.
 "A pretty nurse, indeed" said she to herself. 'What would mother say to this! But at any rate George and James were out of the way"
 There she lay, poor little thing, with her hands over her face and her head hid- den in great soft sofa pillow, only one crimson ear and the shining brown braids visible, and the pretty shoulders heaving with sobs. ''-' - ;. @F.'s-I7 ..
 What was that little ear, about that it gave its owner no warning of footstep, and she thought herself all alone until. oh horror! Georges voice sounded close at hand, saying, with the deepest concern,
 "Why, Jenny, what has happened? :? Is anything dreadful the matter? No bad news from your travellers, hope. Can't do something for you ?''
 Can anybody explain why Jenny cared so much for what George thought of her that, of all people in the world, he was the last whom she wished to see at that par ticular moment? Hysterical, fanciful, nervous, she knew he would think her just what she hated most. And there was no escape, for turning ever so little on the pillow, she saw with one eye the tall fig ure close beside her, the fine face full of the tenderest anxiety. ....,.-s g
 ''Oh George" she faltered, '.you will despise me, you will think me a perfect fool No nothing dreadful is the matter only Fanny was little cross and IT was so tired. -.
 And the sObs came on again worse than ever, mingled with a dispairing sob, s'Oh do go aWay-1 am so ashamed-I thought you had gone out"
 Instead of complying with this request, George drew up chair close to the sofa, ane, sitting down close by the heap of frilled cambric, said in a sweet, solemn tender voice: 7"Despise you Jenny, I love you better than all the world be- sides, and if you could care enough for me to marry me, I should be the happiest man living. Will you try?" ~.sst .
 Oh potent remedy stronger than all the sal volatile or valerian in all the chemists shops in New York As he waited the sobs ceased, one plump, dimpled hand stole into his, and from the depths of the velvet cushion, soft little "yes" rose to his listening ear. - a..s - a.
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 We leave our readers to imagine the talk that followed. Enough to say that Fan ny's matchmaking, though unpremedita- ted, was altogether successful, and that Jenny went to the White mountains and Niagara the very next summer, when eve rybody was we'll and happy and good na- tured; but there was a wedding first in the old church on the green, and this time the travelling party consisted of only two persons, who were all the world to each other, and Jenny was Jenny Weston no longer, but Mrs. George Leroy.
 Clara Louise Kellogg has made ga hit, a very palpable hit, as Gildo in 'sRigolet- to, " at Her Maiesty's Opera, Drury Lane. The opera is announced for repetition on Saturday. The press, the public general ly, and what is called here society, agree in praising our young American prima do na. At every ball or evening party which have attended lately. one of the princi- pal topics of conversation was Kellogg" stOhl how vastly improved, my dear ]! What splendid voice, and, oh, what dra- matic powerl Her last scene, where she peeps through the chink in the wall, was very grand; it made your blood run cold ! Such is the style of observation now cur rent in fashionable circles. On Wednes- day last, for instance, at the great Rose Show of the Horticultural Society, I heard Kellogg and "Caronome" uttered so