Litchfield enquirer., 1872-06-13
MY ANTIQUE DOCKET.

Qulte curiosity, lsn' t. lt-this quaintly chased locket of old-fashioned gold, with good red tint in it? It was 8 cunning hand that cut in relief those masses of grape leaves and clusters; and do you see the faces peering out from among them? Bacchantes, maybe; but this one looks like cherub, and that-well, if I were French, should cry, ''diabler' I wonder what fancies trooped through the brain of the artist-engraver, and what manner of man he was. But he is dust long ago, and the one for whose adorning he wrought Is dust also. Now turn the locket over and look at the other side. Crest and coat of arms!-lions rampant, and an argent lily on a sapphire field. No bar sinister there. Simply magnificent, isn't it? And now look at, the motto, in odd, tiny lettering, "En Dieu est ma fiance.' If you had dooms-day book you might find out to what noble old name of place in your democratic hands. Where are treading close home.
 When was at boarding-school we girls were oyerfowing with enthusiasm for each other, and undying friendships. The chief favorites were called "planets," and those who adored them were satellites. '' called ''ites" for short. Clara Delancy-a tall, pretty blonde, who was very haugh- ty, but could smile most sweetly-was my planet, and she had great many ties be- sides. Robbie Schwarz was one of them. Clara used to pet me sometimes, but she scarcely ever noticed Robbie, and Robbie. being ill my dormitory, next bed to mine. used to make me the eonfdante of all her mt vr-ao fn ha ko friends.
 'I shall hate her by and by, I know [ shall!'' declared Robbie one night, her black eyes flashing at some fancied slight.
 "Oh no, you won't, Rebecca," I said, earnestly; "it isn't half so glorious to love planet who loves you back again as it is to do it without any hope of reward
 "But it is great deal more comforta- ble, sighed Robbie, oblivious of chivalry, land 1 am not going to be Clara's 'ite' any more; I am going to be yours
 Rebecca Schwarz, my ''ite,'' was a handsome little brunette, and a regular Jewess. When we went to prayers in the chapel she always carried her own prayer book with her on the sly-an odd vol ume, half Hebrew and half German--and this she read silently during all our deyo- tions. On Saturday, our holiday, on which we could go out, by some private agreement with one of the teachers, she would slip away from the rest of us, and after awhile we discovered that she went regularly to synagogue service. When this became known the girls laughed at her till she grew angry and defiant, and after that she had but few warm friends. But she was brave, staunch little soul, full of spirit, and true as steel to those who loved her. I liked to watch her, and to think how very oriental she wass with her splendid heavy black hair, her bright, dark eyes, her acquiline nose, and clear olive complexion. She inclined to gor- geous style of dress, too, which could not have endured in any other girls, but in her 1t seemed like national character istic, and her right, so liked to watch her at her toilet, when she would try on one set of jewelry after another, and frown when the earrings did not suit, or when the same brooch that looked so well with her black velvet bodice lost all it's effect against her amber satin. She was generous creature, too, and was always wanting to lend me her finest ornaments to "brighten me up; but never wore iewelry, and invariably refused.
 loved my warm-hearted, defiant, i'm pulsive 'ite, and was heartily annoyed when, on one of our reception evenings, a mischievous school-mate ran into tic parlor exclaiming: "Oh, girls, the Jew ess is almost ready to come down, and she has on earrings, & pin, 6 necklace, three bracelets, six rings leach with a stone in it), and her watch and chain. I went in with an atlas, and caught sight of the glory"
 "Her father must be very rich" said one of the girls; she brings entirely diff ferent jewelry every time. I wonder what his business is?"
 "Peddler, probably 9 sneered another.
 "No such thingl'' exclaimed one of Rebbie's friends hotly. ssHer father is in the exchange, just the same as your fath- CT. She told me so herself
 "Queen Esther comes in royal state, 3 said some one near me, softly, as Rebecca now entered in her ornaments. We'll, they would have looked. absurd on any of our pale-faced race, but, to tell the truth, they suited Rebbie's style. She really seemed born for sort of barbaric splen- dor.
 "I must say it don't look bad, 1" mur- mured Clara Delaney; 'sbfit it shows a vulgar taste to display so many kinds of jewelry." Clara herself, on state occa- sions, never wore any ornaments but the pearls and turquoises which had belonged to her family for century. Term after term flew swiftly by, and school life, with it's feuds and friendships, it's failures and successes, it's dreams and ambitions, 'came to an end, and one tear full day we separated. s
 'Ishan send foryou to visit me sometime, l dear Madge," whispered Clara Delaney, as she bade me good-by.
 And oh, I do wish was ever going to see you again, darlingl'' cried Robbie, em- bracing me passionately, as we waited in the hall with corded trunks, ready to go. One flew east, one flew west, and one flew into the cuckoo's nest, says an old rhyme. l flew not into cuckoo's. but a robins nest, for my father and mothe, were just like two domestic, cheerful rob- ms, working with all their might to- feed thelr. young. And now that had my ed ucatlon, must help the rest; so taught school for year, while Grace was sent tc the seminary 1~ ,7