Connecticut western news., 1872-02-09
THE STORY OF A LOCKET.

When l let the seminary to go out in- to world of work, 1 left behind me many dear friends. At the end of a year, two oi tbcm at least, had not forgotten me Clara Delancey sent me a very sweetly worded invitation to visit her for month said she was having charming tune, and wanted me to share 1t. Robbie Sehwarz wrote that sho loved nae dearly as ever, and if ever came to New York, she begged would spend few days with her. decided to go to Rebbie's first, for week, and then to Clara's.
 ReDbie was evidently petted daughter. Her room, where we slept together, was furnished with the utmost luxury, and smiled at the familiar sight of an open .iewel-box, and trinkets scattered all over the dressing-table. We talked half the night, and, among other things, asked her about the three golden balls, which hung in front of the house. 't.-.." D..
 "Why, father is 8 pawnbroker," she said, innocently, and then told me what a pawnbrokcr was in her own quaint style.
 After very plesant visit of week it was time for me to go to Clala Delancey's, and Robbie and 1 were talking it over. Robbie declared that I did not dress enough for Clara's gay society, and, as of old, offered to lend me any thing she had But refused.
 That evening MT. Schwarz brought into the parlor an old ebony box that he had been promising to show me, and unlocked it. It contained a great many valuable jewels and ornaments, which had been pawned to him years ago in Germany, and never redeemed. Some hes had had. foI forty years. looked at them with inter- est. As I turned them over with my hand suddenly came upon locket. 1t took my fancy at once; l could not bear to put it down.
 That's just the odd sort of thing to suit you Madge," cried Robbie. "Put the chain around your neck, and let me see how it looks. Just your style!"
 Every link of the chain had some fanci- ful bit of carving on it "a hand here, pro- file there, moths wing, an imp's face, a hower-each done m such small space as almost to need a magnifying glass. Here, you can look at it for yourself as I talk. MT. Schwarz said the locket and cham were brought him, some thirty years be fore, in Frankfort, by sickly looking young Englishman, who only asked five pounds on them-hoping, he sad, to re- deem them within a week. But Mr. Schwarz had never seen or heard from him again.
 "Oh, father" said Robbie, " we'll lend that to Madge to wear at the Delanceys' P At last she had found something I could not refuse. would rather have had that locket and chain than all the jewelry in the world. And so, when I went from Rebbie's Eouse the next day, the locket went with me. s&A z-s3 3- L.54. ;
 "My dear Madge," said Clara Delan- cey, few evenings after, as we were get ting ourselves ready for a soirIe, [" how very distinguished looking you are in that black silk, and with your wonderful heir loom of locket!"
 I smiled to think how little foundation l had for distinction. Clara herself was looking exquisite, wearing mauVe and her pearls.
 "Madge," she whispered, when we had been at the soiree perhaps twenty minutes "you are making conquest. Dudley Vereham is looking at you with all his eyes, and it is smirabile visu,' as our Latin books used to say, for he scarcely ever mo- tices us butterflies !H
 A few moments after Dudley Vereham was brought to us by our hostess and in troduced. Clara escaped for promenade with one of her favorites, and 1 was left alone with him. He was. a grave, hand. some young man, with 8 rather abstracteo air, which he seemed to try to overcome as he entered into conversation with me and iii few moments found myself talk. ing with him with the greatest ease and pleasure. This wss something enjoyable, for most of the young gentlemen whom had met iH society hitherto had only an. swered "yes," "no," and "indeed," wher I had any thing to say, and when they made any remarks 1 could only answer "yes, ""no," and "indeed," myself. w never could seem to strike the same chords. But MT. Vereham, made mp my mind at once, was decidedly agreeable He had trave!ed a great deal, and once ol that topic, there was no end to my inter est. There were so many places wanted to hear about, which I had seen only fl imagination, and 1 would tell him how had pictured them to myself, and then h, would give me the true picture, sometime with such comical contrast that think W, were both very much entertained. w promenaded, ate ices together, and at las he asked permission to call on me.
 "Why, Madge, he never called at thi house but once in hi3 life," exclaime' Clara, when I told her that night, ant that was brief party call.' It is decid ed case of love at first sight my dearE'
 Was it 2 l almost wanted to think s