Connecticut western news., 1874-09-18

l
 low veranda of what in those days wa
 the "printipa1 hotel at Putin Bay
 Rose, the irrepressible, came bouncin
 across the veranda toward Natty.
 "Oh oh Y says the irrepressible
 "what awful whoppers young ladie
 will tell Nat, what did yott tell me
 when l asked you who that black-eye,
 man was-that you didn't knowp Mt
 Garnett doesn't care for young ladies
 but he has made my acquaintance. H
 1s here oh business, he says, and ha
 no time to amuse himself. But he talk
 to me, though he won't look at youn,
 lady. Young ladies are all spoiled, h.
 says. And he says that he used to knov you-needn't pretend anything, Mis-
 Nat; MT. Garnett tells the truth-say that he fell in love with you when h, was boy, and you laughed at him, ant he will never fall in love with 8 youns lady again, because he's old enough t( know better now. He likes little girls but he thinks young ladies are awfully silly. And think so to. And I thinf MT. Garnett is just as nice as he can be Nat, what made you say you didn't know him and don't you wish VOL could make him fall in love with you now ?"
 "No, I don't," said Natty, colorina angrily: The other young ladies laughed.
 Little Rose watched Natty's pretty face carefully; but for all she could make of it, it might have been the face of gingerbread man. Natty's mind wasn't as indifferent as her face, how ever. She was making mighty VOW to herself. She knew we'll enough who the handsome young lawyer was, and the old flirting demon stirred within her breast. She was piqued to think that he had been at the Bay a full week, and never said boo to 8 young lady. Her uucle was charmed with the brilliant young lawyer.
 "I told you so, Natty," said he, rub ping his hands: "That young man Il be Governor of the State one of these days. I'm nearly as proud of him as if he was my own son. Don't you wish you hadn't snubbed him, Natty ?'>
 "No, I don't," said Natty, shutting her lips with snap, and looking vexed. But she said to herself, "We1l see p
 They had yachting party next day. MT. Garnett went on the invitation of Uncle James. Natty was as gay as a blrd, and as bright. She was danger ously fascinating. She sang, laughed, and made witty small-talk for the whole company. Any young man but George Garnett, athirst with his wild ambi- tion, planning out a magnificent future, breeding ever over his yellow law books, would have succumbed at once to the wiles of this girl with the gleaming sweet eyes aud the red lips.
 " l see you haven't forgotten how to 1irt, Miss Natalie," he said once to her, gayly.
 "I do not firt," answered Natalie, with dignity.
 George Garnett laughed-a low laugh, pleasant and musical, but which had a faint sound of sheer in it. Natty subsided, and was perfectly quiet for five minutes.
 "I used to know so little of the pretty ways of young ladies'" said George, musingly. "A long time ago, that was, when you used to call me Gawky Garnett- remember? I'm gawky yet," he continued. "But now, when a young lady smiles sweetly on me, and charms me with her pretty, fatter ing ways, know better than to fancy she means anything by it-anything more than to amuse herself"
 "Oh P says Natty, blushing; you're modest"
 He sat beside her on the way home, and was perfectly polite and entertain ing. Natty acknowledged to herself that she had never seen a man more de- ightful, or who carried about him more perfectly the air of a grand gentleman. But for all the effect her bewitching ways had on him, he might have been a stone. He was the model of gay in- difference. Natalie bit her lips with vexation, when, after they had all reached home, and were rested, MT. Garnett asked little Rose to go out with him for row on the lake.
 :" He doesn't care for young ladies, then-not even the prettiest of them,'' said Natty to herself, looking at herself in the glass. ''I wonder where the man picked up such grand ways ? He might be taken for prince. And it's clear that he'll ne never care for me again.
 Somehow Natty felt about half like crying.
 T think MT. Garnett is splendid" said the girls.
 "How can you say so ?" exclaimed Natty. "I don't think so at all."
 "Get your hat, little girl," said MT. to Rose, one morning, "and call the papa, and let us row across to Middle Bass. I can't stay many days longer. Let us make the most of the golden hours left"
 He drew & little book from his pocket, as Rose skipped away in de- light.
 Have you read thls yet, Miss Nata- lie p he asked.
 "No," says Natty.
 "Then I'll leave it to amuse you. II don't care for it much but it's the sort of book should imagine 0 young lady would ike-all about love and flirting, you know. I've not finished it yet, I've read just this far in it-''
 He took his pencil and gave sweep across some lines a little below the middle of page, then handed the book to Natty, looking at her as he spoke. A sweet, strange look softened his dark eyes for an instant, it seemed to Natty; then he was just the same again-cool, polished, indifferent.
 AelA uAASS 1SoSo II Uo uoWH WalG1ng for her and papa--down at the shore." He bowed lightly, and went out.
 Natalie glanced mechanically at the place where his pencil had swept across the page. He had marked tn ese lines ' o being of beauty and bliss seen and known In the depths of my soul, and possessed there
 alone My days know thee not and my lips name
 thee never Thy place in my poor life is vacant forever. We have met we have parted. No more is
 recorded In my annals on earth"
 That night again she was once more the bright. merry firt, the gayest of the gay. They had "hep" at the little hotel. Round and round spun the happy dancers, and Natty was the