Litchfield enquirer., 1872-03-14

"a Had they all conspired to make her mar ry Theodore, whom she hated ssGott- fried, she sobbed, CT will not break my promise. sss ssAs1 saa4si.a s Had the Bnrgermeister told the truth? Had her father consented to give her to that stupid son Theodore, to lat her heart be broken ts- is. .t lt
 His sad-eyed, gentle daughter made old Hans quite melancholy. He did not guess that she was still determined to believe in her absent loYers. He thought that she was ready to submit to his will, and felt very tenderly toward her in consequence
 Nothing was said for several days about the false Gottfrieid or the true Theodore. Then Hans, thinking the right time had come, and still acting upon the excellent advice of his friends, said, in command ing manner. :,
 ''Thou wilt this evening receive visit from the son of the Burgermeister. It is my wish that thou treat him in 8 manner befitting the honor he does thee, and that thou remember that hope to see thee we'll settled before die. Thy father com mands thee to accept his offer" Then he very hurriedly left the room, as if he fear ed Nina would answer him.. -a
 "Ah," she sighed, ''thou dear Christ help me !" E-
 She was sitting under the linden-tree in the courtyard, waiting sadly for the prom ised visit of her sutton. She had resolved to ask his mercy 'sI believe he has kind heart; he will not force me to marry him against my will, i" she thought. some tears had fallen. She had not heard from Gottfried for more than a week. Gould it be that he was ceasing to love her-that he meant to forsake herP Then she was frightend to have imagined such thing, even for moment. The beloved Gott- fried, she would trust him forever!
 o The Burgermeister's son was coming quickly down the street. Suddenly he paused in his walk, looked sharply at 8 figure advancing from the opposite direc- tion, turned on his heel, and hastened home even more rapidly than he had left 1t. His father met him at the door.
 "Well, my son? She consents gladly?"
 ''Thou wouldst have made fool of me, thou and the old man. Gottfried has come home" -r
 Mina's eyes were turned away from the street; she did not see the tall, supple fig ure. Under his arm he carried a violin case, over his shoulder the stick and bun dle-just as he had come four years ago. But the face of the homeless boy had been full of sort of hopeless longing, of dis appointment; now, the face of the man was lighted with the beautiful aspirations of his art, with the firmness of his suc- cess, and with the blessed thought of his dear Nina waiting for him under the brown gables of the violin-maker's house.
 The gate-latch clicked; Nina drew an- other sigh-Theodor had come; oh, to ho *r11o and firm Oho o1oo,>a1 ho~ dc Gottfried's 8 quick eye caught the shimmer of the dying sunlig ght on her yellow hair. He stood beside her for an instant; he saw the undried tears upon her cheek, and the little hands pressed tight together. Very softly, very tenderly he spoke, just as he had done before:
 "Herzliebchen, what is it?
 She shivered like 8 leaf when the wind blows, then, with a little moan, s'Oh, Gottfried ! oh, my all-dearest !' she sank upon his breast. ..a
 He had often pictured himself this homecoming: how Nina, smiling and glad, would hasten to meet him, and shy ly give him her cheek to kiss, of, perhaps, would throw her soft arms about his neck, and speak his name. Here was Nina resting in his arms as if it were she who had come home from the weary journey. All her bright gladness was gone. She had said no word of welcome; she was overcome with grief. And yet he was con- tent; never had she seemed to love him so we'll.
 He sat down under the old linden, and held her, caressing and murmuring softly to her, till her weeping was stilled.
 Sitting thus the evening closed around them, and father Vreder came out upon the doorstep to look for his daughter. He shaded his eyes carefully from the candle he was holding. He saw Nina be- side her lover. Surely that is not Theo- dore. t'Himmel's Ruh, it is Gottfried p' With bound he is beside them, and seiz- ing Gottfried about the neck, kisses him heartily on both cheeks "Ah, my child ren, have been wrong and foolish God be thanked that thou art come home in time. I must talk this over with Brock. He has not behaved we'll. Tell Gottfried how we have treated thee, my little angel; how we would have thee believe him false, and all because the Burgermeister wanted thee to marry his son Theodore. Brock. is greatly to blame. Gott sci dank
 The little father was wild with joy, and seemed to have forgotten his own share in the conspiracy. It had all been the fault of Brock and the Burgermeister, who now appeared at the gate.
 ''Ha, ma 'selle, your tardy lover has returned at last; and now you will believe all that he tells you," cried Bildeman.
 ''And about the countess, did you ar range that little matter to advantage be- fore you left Berlin P sneered Brock. who saw his power fast ebbing away.
 "The Countess Jessonda has been & very good friend to me, Herr Brock, and that she still is," answered Gottfried. "Llebchen, she sends thee jewel to wear on thy wedding-day.
 Goodnight Herr Burgermeister; good night, friend Brock, says the little father, almost jumping up and down with pleas ure. shall hope to see you soon again, when you will dance at the betrothal-f feast of my children, Gottfried and Nina r
 LANEsvnLE.-About sixty of the friends of Mir. and Mrs. J. E. Knowles of Lanes vile, assembled at their residence last Thursday evening for 6 pleasant time, and think they had it, for the Singing Circle of Lanesville was present. Our friends, J. E. Knowles and wife, compose part of that circle After listening to some very excellent singing and music on the melodeon we were invited to the dining room. Oh, what pleasing sight it was to see that long table loaded with good things. There were fruit cake and white cake, and other cakes, and piles of man. moth dQnghnuts sAsuch delicious ones never had the pleasure of tasting before, and don't know as ever shall again un- less it Is at friend Knowles. If any of you want a good time, just invite the Singing Circle of Lanesville to yonr house some evening and you have it.-Dan6evy NesOs si t' s@
 Appropo of Dr. Bushnell, it is said that while employing civil engineer to make some surveys of the Park with view to showing how unsuitable it was for site, he sent the surveyor over to a lot near by on which stands the residence of 8 prominent citizsn..of Hartford, former Lieutenant Governor of the State. Upon this lot the reverend Dr. has cast longing eyes as 6 most suitable spot wherein to