Connecticut western news., 1872-06-28
False ProtensoS.

False Pretenses.
 At the window of trim little villa, in a neat little suburb, 8 villa shaded by H. laos, with garden at the back as big as a drawing-room table, and lawn in front nearly as large; at the par1or win dow of this little Arcadia, gazing wist- fully over the trim little grass-plot. there sat, the other morning, as trim little figure as ever newly made Benedict could wish to call his own. 5,,et san'a,f a
 How pretty she was in her morning dress, with her fair hair, and her blue eyes, and her white fingers! And. to anyone there to. see it, there was new look about the broad gold ring on her left hand, and something in the way she fingered it with her fingers, which showed certain strangeness in its pres ence there, and betrayed unmistakably the bride. 'F5
 And so she was. She had been mar ried three months. And if truth must be told, she was tired of it already.
 Breakfast was over and done. John Smiths arm chair (empty) stood by the fireplace. Johns breakfast cup (empty also) stood on the table, and John him. self was gone to the city to his place of business in the Eight Ward, there to re- main all the long, dull day. ,-. .g .t...
 "It is SO dull," said the little matron to herself; ''it is so dulll John won't come home to dinner to-day again, I dare say (it's only cold meat, if he does); and I shall be by myself all the evening. It is so dull. "l z 59atatH masl
 
 Four hours hter, there was a knock at the door of the trim little villa. .,.
 Rat-tat!-Sharp and quick it sounded, like the knock of man in Q hurry.
 It was the postman. sMrs. Arabella Smith? why it is for me-" said the little matron, to the trim little servant who had answered the door. 'And Johns writing, too; What can be the matter?"
 "My dear Arabella: 5A' 3 .''-@ .a'7
 Thinking you would be dull to-day, have decided to bring home some one to dinner-some one you know well, an old and true friend. I am sure you will do your best, for may tell you in conf dence it isn't every day he gets such a cosy little dinner as you can give him ii you like" "
 Your loving husband, JOHN.
 N. B.-Six, sharp. a D. ..al~
 From that time up till 5:30, hustle and commotion and high inks in the cooking line reigned supreme in the trim little villa. And when the appointed hour came, it was with an exultant, albeit 8 slightly flushed face lat the thought of the gastronomic triumph in store for the old and true friend" whom her hus- band was to bring home, that Arabella ran to the door to answer her husbands $ knock. For, let me say in whisper, this was an office she had not yet learned to dele gate to the trim little servant.
 When the door opened, there stood John, radiant, and smiling, but --
 "Why, a0hn," said Arabella, ''where is he?" @s f++ -f
 "He, my dear Who?", er.-.-.r4
 "Why, the gentleman" l.r .-.,-,
 ''Here he is, my dear," answered John, demurely." ~. '., ,,-..-..., ,.. -....
 What, you ?" ...... .....
 "Yes-none other."
 "But you said I knew him we'll, con- tinued Arabella, nearly crying.
 "Well, don't 'you?" asked John, with sly twinkle in his eye. gs1- ..s s,saa'
 "And he was an old and true friend, ' Arabella went on. ......,. .-...-'..s.... .,.
 Well, isn't he?" ..-.. ..l.......
 "Oh, John, it is too bad-you- you wicked -" and here Arahella fairly burst into tears. esati aiE5
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 Of course, things snfoothed themselves out after while, John presided at the dinner, which was to have astonished 'sthe old and true frieRd," and Arabells sat at the foot of the table. .| 4-.
 There can be no doubt but that John enjoyed the cozy little dinner he had ob tained under such outrageously false pre- lenses; but it is question whether Ara. bella has forgiven him the fraud he prac ticed to this day.