Litchfield enquirer., 1873-10-16

scious Of having ofTenaea offers to mal who begins to suspect. It was curious and not agreeable, to note this, and ont could not help noting it.
 l. At first I thought the girl was probably consumptive, as so many English girll are, and that the fathers watchfulnes. l only sprang from his sad knowledge O. her critical condition. But though sht was pale and somewhat wasted in face l there was not, so far as could judge, any | indication of i'll health about her. In deed, had observed with some admira | ration, when first saw the pair, the wig orous, elastic, graceful rapidity of he step as she came across the lawn. Sh l was handsome girl of the characteristic Anglo-Saxon mold, with bright hair, ant plenty of it, fine form, and general ap pearance of spirit and energy, even nov that there certainly was something ofpale ness, on her cheek, and that she sat silent and melancholy.
 ''No," I thought, ''the young lady ii not an invalid. More likely the young lady is sulky. She is just the sort of gir a fond father would be sure to spoil, and the very eagerness of his attention is only calculated to keep her out of humor" Yet whenever she did speak she looked up to her father with quite genial and afectionate expression; and on one ol two occasions, when l had chance o1 speaking to her, she answered with { sweetness of look and tone which showed that at least she was not sulky to me. After dinner the young lady retired to her room, and her father proposed to me quiet stroll in the grounds and cigar l gladly assented, and we rambled dowr through groves and paths till we stood or the margin of the lake, The sun was just setting, and the sides and crests of the Savoy Alps were suffused with rose-colol and purple and gold. We stood mo- ment or two in silence, and looked at the exquisite scene before us.
 ''I wish my daughter were here, my friend broke ont at last, with something like sigh. "But she preferred not to come," he added; and there was tone oi irritation or impatience in his voice.
 ''Your daughter is not an invalid, sure ly?"
 "Oh no; not at all. Did she seem to you like an invalid?"
 'By no means. I only thought, per. haps, as she did not wish to come out this beautiful evening" and rather broke down here, not quite knowing how to get on any farther without saying some thing which perhaps ought not to say. "No, sir, she is not an invalid, thank God! She is my only child, and things are bad enough without that"
 It seemed to me that my new friend would have explained the whole condi- tion of things to me if had invited any such explanation. But I did not venture; and we soon began, after the fashion o1 English people who meet in foreign country, to talk of acquaintances at home, and find out whether any of friends were common to both. It so happened that ] was very we'll acquainted with two ol three families in London who were also known to my new acquaintance, and I had even received letter from 8 member o1 one of the families, day or two before telling me some news about her brother who was in New Zealand with regiment in which he was an officer, and mentioned the fact to my friend, whereupon he turn. ed round delightedly and said:-
 '"Then you are the gentleman who is engaged to my old friend Sandman s daughter?" .t
 ''Yes, indeed, am he."
 ''How glad am to have met you! l have heard of you often. My daughter knows Julia Sandman very well. But we have been living in the country for a long time, and think you were abroad for some years?"
 "Yes, I was in China"
 "Ah, that explains why we never met before. How odd that we should meet here!''
 This, then, established strong bond of acquaintance. MT. Kendall, my new friend, asked me to return to his rooms in the Beau-Rivage and have tea, English fashion, with himself and his daughter, which l was very willing to do. Miss Kendell received me very warmly when she heard of my engagement with Julia Sandman.
 ''Dear Julia!' she said, ''how long it seems since we met! We used to be very mnch together"
 And she stopped abruptly and turned away. Her father looked anxiously after her, and then quickly motioned to me as if beseeching me to take no notice.
 Of course I was not likely to intrude any remark. But we were all good deal chilled, and our talk, even when we be- gan to talk consecutively again, had a tone of constraint about it which made me at least almost wish myself out of the company of my newly-made friends.
 It was delicious summer evening, and a soft, silvery moonlight began to illumine the lake and the lawn and the groves. The mountains across the water stood out in deep, dark purple mass. There was something poetic, delightful, dreamy, about the scene, the atmosphere, the lights and shadows ; and We all became for a while thoughtful and silent. Suddenly one of the windows was darkened for a moment, and looking that way saw that a figure of man had passed, and l. even glanced into our room. There was noth- ing very wonderful, or, indeed, at all won- derful in this, for balcony ran along the front of the house just there, and persons often paced from end to end of it. But Miss Kendall started from her chair with a sudden cry and sprang to the window, then stepped out on the balcony and look ed eagerly each way. How picturesque her form showed itself against the even ing sky It might have stood for 8 liv- ing and lovely impersonation of the wo- man in Cambells poem, who looks out from the rock for ''the bark that never willreturn.'
 INT. h0uuaiI uaiI rose 1TOm HIS cua1r, ana looked uneasily, almost with alarm on his features, to where his daughter stood.
 Jennie, my dear"-he begania sort of mild remonstrance- night air, you know"
 She turned and came back into the room.
 T thought saw him." she said. ''I did indeed It was he, or it was hia ghost p
 My darling. whom did you sees There was nobody"
 'There was; he passed the window this moment!'
 "But there is no one on the balcony.
 "No, but he was there. You must have seen him pass
 s.Oh no, dear child! No one passed. '
 Mir. Kendall had not been looking to. ward the window when the figure of g man crossed it.
 Somebody certainly did pass along the balcony" said. ''Miss Kendall was quite right in that. saw a mans figure quite plainly; but there was nothing strange in that"
 'sNot to you, perhaps" Miss Kendall replied, coldly. ''You did not see the