Litchfield enquirer., 1873-11-27

Lawson, ef yoa'd jest as leave set out doors as in-mebbe you n move your cheer I'm g0in toi sweep '.:9lh1 1i-. iS. - 5- Abram had refused to go to see them sail. No, IRin,t used to city ways, ,aA' sir" turning to Ernest, he speaks humble -'.you n let us keep her as long as ,yon
 can, an arter she's yonrn I won t say no thin. I don't want to interfere z Sc in. the little church on the cliff, 1 worse, till death us do part,"" she said the words firmly but when the service was I over, the blessing spoken, she turned 1 from her husband to throw herself into the arnis that trembled beneath her light weight. "Bless you, my pretty Blossom, , murmurs the husky voice, fondly. o! 11i-' = s1t isn't for always, Uncle Abram." she said through her tears-we'n- sit under the old boat again I'm coming back | sometime. !" .ft -+3+5" ]" s'l' -'' l:-
 ''Are you, Blossom?" he says gently, but as she turns away he looks after her l sadly. ''The old boat an me II be gone, Blossom, long afore you come back. k.'f,.- " =. A week later B spendid vessel steamed ont of the harbor, and on her deck a fair bride was standing, gazing at the fast re- ceding shores through tears which her husband wiped away as quickly as they l fell, and the setting sun shot its arrows l across the water with smile scarcely brighter or gayer than that which dimpled I the check of the young wife. l Did the soft breeze bring her no whis- per of figure kneelng on the low rocks where once child was foundi Did it tell her of the boat that dr1fted out to sea? Of the cruel pillows rolling in? "e The moon has risen, it's light falls on l her tender smile, as encircled by her hus- l bands arm, she listens to-his loving whis- pers. Does it tell her of an old man clinging to. the rocks with tired arms al- most letting go their hold? 4.--.t.. .E. I Pull gently, Father, there's something l on the rocks" :" and Ben Iaxson's son Llfts the gray nead Ienoerly. Y it's Abram, Father-poor old man ]" eb ;geIyo9s 1 Faster and faster sails the ship, she is freighted with hope-good wishes follow her, the nipples part before her flying footstep-she leaves path of silver in her wake. 'It is getting cold for you on deck, come, Blossom"
 'sCarry him gently, Ben, he's comin' round. The moon has gone under cloud; the waves break hoarsely on the shore.
 Its very cold; where's Blossom
 Martha had been watching him 8 long time, when suddenly he started up with a cry-''There she is! Marthy, leanin' on his arms it ain t rainin' there, the suns shinin down on 'em both, God bless
 em" Then he sinks back again, and the wind wakes up,and shrieks and thund- CTS through the trees, rocking the little cottage as 1t sweeps over and around 1t, and the rain dashes heavily against the window. and patters noisily on the smooth stones at the door. The sea is lunging at the cliff, and the sound of it seems to ] wake him. - z,s...-r IT.. ...... ...s. IA.
 'sIt's very cold here,'' he mutters feebly;
 "I didn't thlnk the tide d rise so soon. Martha covers him with another blanket and he opens his eyes and recognizes her.
 ''Iou here, Marthy out on the rocks? How did you come? We'll you alters did stick by me. you re good girl, Marthy, a good girl" He moans a little, then speaks quickly 'Marthy just hist my old l cap on that long pole, an an mebbe they l Il see it on the shore. And Martha, humoring his fancy gets the oar he points to and putting the old caps on it, sits pa. tears ffofhh his hgr sighs fREtiyelg wiping the Then he sleeps again: Outside Aheav- fer. stronger wave catches the, old boat stranded solong uponthe beach, and whirls 1t out to sea, Q plaything in it's mighty | Sid5H. 11C 4ucTC $ u DOab d comm off for me- Marthy. an'EHetty s standin' on the shote.5 It's an awful night for her to be out, amt it? ..
 Then q light breaks over his face ''The boats comin' nearer, an there s one in her, Marthy, with his face all shin in,' you an mes. prayer to him often an often-Marthy, it's the Lorda'' And the rain falls, and the wind moans and mutters to the angry sea, which, like a child-it fury over -sobs tempestuously. with ever and anon 2 sudden waking of l the old remembrance, only to, sink away 1 again in sorrowful murmurs.
 l In the college all Is silent save for wo- mans weeping woman kneeling by a bed, gazing at the pale, still face on the { pillow, with the love of years in her wet eyes. Her breast is heaving with the sobs she is choking back, with something of mans shame for his weakness. Her hands have closed the kindly eyes, and pushed back the gray hair from the fore head where death touch is smoothing out the lines Lfe's hand had printed, and softness and peace comes into the worn and sorrow-strickeu face as she looks upon that one where fingers still the smile with which he met the Lord.
 1 IMPORTANT DECISION CoNCERNNG TAXA T1oN.-The Supreme court of California has decided that the taxation of mort: gage on land, or the money secured there l by, and the taxation of the land, is double taxation, and therefore unconstitutional.
 The court in summing up the opinion, says: -'-' ''-5
 ''I conclude, therefore, that tax on loans made in the usual course of busi- ness is paid by the borrower, and if the l dahts ba sacurad hv rnorfoyo oo ba oIso