Connecticut western news., 1874-08-21

If she were to grow jealous of you, now -"
 elena jealous!' he laughed. "One is never jealous of that which is already ones own, and which one does not greatly prize"
 "No, not till there is prospect o1 losing it. Blessings brighten as they take their flight"
 II doubt if she calls my regard 8 blessing"
 "Why don't you try the experiment of proving whether it is or not ?''
 "That might be wise-to know the worst-only haven't spirits for it.''
 Faint heart never won fair lady.'
 cit would seem rather umfGia', wouldn't it ?-to the third party, mean-if you'll pardon the conceit, un- less-unless you will consent to play proxy yourself ?"
 "I never thought of it, I returned "but it would be good fun :; something to laugh about when you and Lena have married and settled into the Dar- by-and-Joan style.
 It would be the only safe way" he said. "There would be no danger of mistake on either part :; we should both know our role and if I should fail in mine," he continued, with 8 gallantry touched by melancholy, ''and overdo it, Lena would lose nothing that she values, and you would gain as ittle."
 What would Lena say if she knew that we were plotting against her peace of mind
 Wednesday.-Sot the play begins. l was helping Lena on some garments for missionary box, when maid came up to say that MT. Ostrander was waiting.
 "Please excuse me to him." said Lena, laying on the pattern and calcu- lating her cloth; ''I really can't see him to-day"
 ct was the other young lady he was afther askin' for" corrected Bridget.
 "Oh! For you," looking up ab- sently, with suspended scissors. "It is SO dreadful to have an up and a down to anything Don't let me keep you."
 "No, I won't," said I. "We are going out boating-' floating, floating, like dream MT. Ostrander and I. '' mechanically. "Well, ask Bridget to put you up d AuuCAs
 She won't take my usurpation SC calmly by-and-by, or I'm no prophet.
 Monday.-Rain, nothing but rain since Wednesday, Ostrander. Lena goes out all the same to ragged schools and committees on charities. Ostran- der offers to carry her umbrella, but she objects that his presence would be embarrassing in sick chamber or school room. He watches her out of sight, and returns to me. We play 8 solemn game of cribbage, and then, before am aware, I'm telling him everything ] know and don't know, and really mak. ing him laugh at my nonsense, as if the weather and Lena were kind. To o-day he has an idea he is going to paint my portrait. Of course it will be a daub. What will Lena think 1 We have been singing psalms and spiritual hymns all the afternoon. Lena came in on us, and stood listening in her dripping clothes. They are to have voluntary choir at church, and she thinks we might offer our services. Ostrander is afraid we should quarrel, choirs are sc touchy.
 ZhursdGy.-I have sat for my DOT SOS my own eyes and nose growing upo1 of myself-a sort of wrath. He it painting me as the Lady of Shalott. don't half like it. The towers of Ga melot, and Lancelot riding down, are to be faintly limned in the dreamy dis tance.
 ''' I am half sick of shado1s,' said The Lady of Shalott."
 August Lena for some days made no sign, but the charm, or counter charm, begins to work. For 8 while Ostrander and I rowed alone on tho river, cantered through the green roads of Newbury, to Crane-neck Hill, to coo ourselves with the flmy vision of Noun Washington against the far horizon together explored every inviting patl through the woods, and scared th' partridge from it's covert. The neigh bors begin to look askance at me; the, think I am stealing my cousins love before her eyes. But what do I car' for their disregard, if so I can secure happiness to Ostrander and Lena? Ant what matter is it by what roundabou way happiness reaches us? Besides the more they frown on me, the nor Ostrander smiles. He is grateful tha I play the part so we'll.
 One day Lena proposed to join us It was about this time that MT. Lovel came to illustrate Uncle Aristotle book on the Andes. He proposed t rival Ostrander, and paint me as Hid in the Marble Faun. could hardl, spare the time to sit, for my pleasuring with Ostrander. Lena took lively in terest in this portrait, brought he work to see it grow under her eyes She was too proud to show like er joyment in Ostrander's attempt tn Bradfords are proud as Lucifer, an Lena is 8 Bradford to the backbone So at last there are four of us when " take our pleasure out-of- doors. It is forsaking of works on Lena's part :; sh seems to have forgotten the lame an the halt. She follows Ostrander wit her eyes stealthily. I wonder if he heart aches
 Ostrander does not half relish thi new intruder he wears wrinkle acros his brow. have seen him so constantl in these weeks that I can interpret ever expression that fits across his facs Perhaps he too is tasting jealousy, an it has bitter flavor. But he has n cause for alarm. I could ease his minc Only last night, in the windy lane, whe cloud blew over the moon, MT. Love caught me in his arms and swore should love him willy-nilly. l was to angry to do anything but tear myse away and VOW I never would. never mean to be married myself. : Septenaber.-The play goes on an on. Will Ostrander never see that hi
 time has come, that Lena hangs upo his words, worships the ground | treads? How blind these men are! : feel as though we were actors who ha
 petrified in our masks. Ostrander sti . keeps up the pretty farce of devotio to me. Does he not see that it h. aarvad his frrnp '''''-'