Connecticut western news., 1872-09-13
DAVID'S LOVE.

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 ''Marian Holbrook. Where can tha girl be? Idling away her time, IT warrant. over spotted butterflies, Q sumthin' like it, and them currant ought to be on a stewin'."
 Standing up, in the white door wreathed with it's exuberant scarlet run ner, the good lady shaded her weak blu eyes with one brown hand, and looked long and earnestly across the gardel expanse-the rows of thrifty plants sentinel column of holly yhocks, red ant white, around which the bees wer, dreaming, clnmps of cinnamon rose showered down with every breath of air four o'clocks, and stunted geraniums to the thick hedge of currant bushes farther on. Still no sign of the dimplet little maiden, in the pink sun-bonnet 1 who had gone to pick entrants for Mis- Fo'Iingsbie's tea.
 The sun went down behind the ry, field, pear by, whose spears gleameG like splints of gold or bronze the blue bird flew away to her nest and Marian went up the path between the hollyhocks sitting the entrants through her tape 1 fingers, wishing she was great lady like Miss Follingsbie, pelhaps, witl braided hair and silk gound from veal to year, and never hear her bondswoma1 1 (dead Samuel Higgins spouse) lecture and scold, and tell her what an idle baggage she was, and not worth the sal in her porridge.
 "Mariana Holbrook, you'll sartin b. the death of me. l could a'picked al the entrants from here to Jersey ant made jam of 'em."
 "I suppose Miss Follingsbie is quit' tuckered out in this time, and think we don't intend to give her any suppe. tonight"
 Mrs. Higgins, elbow deep in cup 1 cake, dusted the four from her arm | with her checked apron, took away tht pan of entrants, about which there hac 1 been such a to-do, and waited for al explanation of some sort None forth coming, she returned to the cup-cak vigorously.
 David Higgins, tall, comedy youth in soiled linen, and signs of. wearines on his brown face entered the kitchel door, and silently watched the two, ant followed with his eyes the delft littl girl
 "Mother, I don't want to interfere but don't you think you are sometime too severe with Marian ? She is not o your blood, you know, and she IS so yer young. I believe she means to do wha is right"
 ''Of course she means to do what right" Mrs. Higgins said, apologetically making an end of her cake, and clearin, away all evidence of it's construction.
 'I never said, David, that she did, a far as such shiftIess critters know. Blu Marian is 8 great trial to me. I pit any man who is to get her for wife he would have to be good natured an' rich to stand her ways. She's destruc tion itself"
 Marian put the finishing touches t the table, shining with its old fashione silver spoons and sprigged china (a heirloom in the bonored family iron which Mrs. Higgins sprang), and bath ing the flushed face in a great tin basi of cool water, dried it on the wholesom linen, which imparted a deeper pin locks were bound up, and. snatching red and yellow trumpet flower from tn vines about the door, Marian went hacl to the best room and poured out Mis- Follingsbie's tea, wondering why sh had remained all the years of her Tiff in strictest servitude at that homely ol farm house, the only home she had eve known. To be sure, it had not been S bad as it might. Very many youn people were in worse straights than she and she was not peevish or without con tent in the main, and yet of late she ha begun to realize the something lackin in her days. She had thought so more much more, since Miss Folingsbie ha come down to spend her summer Ye she was not so idle as to envy an woman whom 6 gentle fate had place far above Der Ill a social scale. Sh only hoped in 8 far-off way to be nea akin to such, one day in her life.
 Miss Follingsbie soon finished her te and had gone away to her airy chamber while all the tedious business of settin things to rights filled Marian's hands her ears were lent to catch every stral of sweet song which foated in from th room above.
 Mrs. Higgins, quite ''tuckered out With the many things to which she ha given her mind' and hands during th long day, had retired, as was her custom while the crickets were chirping the first lays.
 Closing up the house softly, Maria took path through a white gate whic led to the east meadow, whose fragral stubble and morning glory vines wei thrown out in bold relief by the summt moon, just climbing the heavenly trac
 Marian held her breath and exulted the utter stiffness. Presently a bros shadow fell athwart her own. Sl had taken the same road as Davi He walked like one in a dream, h han s clasped behind him, his ey troubled.
 Marian p
 "Well, David, I supposeeeone ms make turn in the air without Il chance of trespassing. Is not this part of Rye Fields-belonging to MI Higgins, and am I not part and pare of the whole ?'
 David cast his eyes over the smilil . land and heard the night air sweepi V through phalanxes of supple grain, t result of his own labor.
 He put away from him all show lightness and insincerity.
 Marian, things cannot go on as tn