Litchfield enquirer., 1873-11-06
 ssWho is MT. Robert Niles 2,'

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 Shs answered with deliberate cruelty, bearing in mind the very words with which, two years before, he had turned her to gtona azis zsr sEI sasagoSlEss ea
 My friend. whom I am engaged to: marry. 2.
 Walter Phelps was proud. There is pluck and courage in the jessnssse dorse He, too, remembered the old time-the old words. CT congratulate you," he said. as coolly as she had spoken the same words of old. ~
 ''Thank you, she answered--t.I know MT. Niles so well that I do not think my marriage will be an experiment. C.
 Just before he left her, his heart soft ened over her, and conquered his pride.
 s1 have loved you very dearly, he said. s'I did not guess how well, in that old summer; but knew afterwards that l had never really cared for any other wo- man. Is it too much for me to ask, in the name of all feel for you, whether you love this Mr. Niles?"
 Her nature, always as exquisitely true as it was exquisitely tender, impelled her to the frank confidence which was all she could give him now. If he were really noble enough to rejoice in her happiness, she would make him sure of it. .-a
 "Yes," she said, with grave, sweet seri- ousness. "I love Robert Niles. I was very near to loving you, two summers ago; but l felt that you treated me ill. You had played with my heart for pas time, but it was prouder heart than you knew. You had amused yourself with me, careless of what you might make me suffer, while you, yourself, were engaged to another woman. When I knew the truth, it aroused against you my pride and my indignation, and they cured my budding love. Since then have known and loved Robert Niles, and he satisfies me entirely 'ihuo s1a a ufa baa
 Walter Phelps looked at her in the soft summer dusk-this fair woman who was not for him. He knew that he had sold his birthright for mess of pottage; and that for him there was no place for re- pentance.
 ''God bless you for sweet, true woman, whoever's wife you are, he said fervently; and then he went away from her in the twilight, out of the peaceful old house; out of the lilac bordered yard; out of her life, forever. t'1-s, --
 Rumor says that sometime after that he tried to win back Margaret Sturgis and failed She married his younger brother John, who had adored her with single-hearted devotion since that sum- mer when he did escort duty at the Northern Lakes ill place of Walter, the absentee John has never been known to complain that his wife was cold. He prefers his stately white lily to any other mans ardent rose; and there are those who testify to having seen Mrs. John Phelps in her nursery, and heard her talk sweet, foolish, idle babytalk as rapt urously as any, common mother of them all. l@ A. ...,.-.-
 So you perceive our triher wasted no ones day but his own, in his pastime. The two women, neither of whom he quite knew how to love steadfastly, were happy in spite of him; and he-we can af- ford to pity him, for he is very much alone. -r I,.-.r,..: .s,5...,.
 Nor does he enjoy loneliness. Certain platitudes about love are much in fash i,n. implying that man need of love Is less than woman's; bat there are menaand men. as there are women and women. Walter Phelps is precisely the kind of man to covet domestic life Dissipation, as said, does not attract him, for his nature is refined. He has money enough with out looking for 1t, so he has not the ex- SiVCAACAt O4 O054ACS0s 44O A1hS AO ROA4U1- cal ambition; nor has he the tastes of astu- dent. A happy home is precisely what he needs; but he threw his chance for that away in his youth. Remembering the past, he has vague idea what love is; and he is determined not to marry without it. So, ever since, he has been pursuing hope that has constantly eluded him. He can never, try how he will, feel again the glow at his heart that warmed him when he waited that last day for Bessie, in the old house at Riverside. Society has come, at last, to look with mild contempt upon his patient experi- ments t -#J
 I danced with him, last, t,night--a we'll preserved man of forty -fve-and won- dered if he, as we'll as I, heard an all-wise young chit of seventeen, in the insolent pride of youth and beauty, say to the pretty boy of twenty who was holding her fan.
 ''Just see what airs he gives himself, that old beauI E.. -s