Connecticut western news., 1874-10-09

Ing any message. For the only message he could think of was, "Tel him he is a villain ;" and the porter was hardly the proper person to deliver it.
 When MT. Russell reached his home in the country town where he practiced his profession, he sought the earliest opportunity of being closeted with his wife. In the conference that ensued both were utterly puzzled. How By grave should have behaved as he did was incomprehensible. And yet while appearing to have fled from and tilted their daughter, the young man had really proposed. ...:- Nobody, however, would have guessed that he had, to judge from Nelly's be- havior. A face as pale as lily, nights devoid of rest, and pillows wet with tears followed immediately upon the announcement made to her that Bygrave had gone away gone, without word or letter gone, after the significant speeches he had made, secretly in her own ear, and openly before her family gone, not to return for eighteen months at the least gone, leaving 8 request behind that letters should not be for warded, and not leaving any address to which they could be forwarded. Then apparently, came the stage of womanly pride and just resentment. Her heart was scared indelibly, but her face re- covered it's bloom and it's brightness. And Twillett became the accepted lover. Twelve months rolled away, and she became Mrs. Twillett. The happy honeymoon was over she returned to her native town to snug little house on it's outskirts :; and in the very first week of her return, as she sat in her boudoir waiting for her husband to come home, a letter was brought to her from her fathers. The envelope was a large, blue one, and bore an address which accounted for it's having been sent to her father's-Miss Eleanor Fus- sell. She smiled as she broke open the cover, but the smile was succeeded by 8 frown and start when she perceived inside the cover second letter. This second letter was blood-red, and, as she looked at the handwriting, she trembled exceedingly, and smothered cry escaped her white lips.
 It may be remembered that on the night of 8 certain 1st of April, 18-, MT. and Mrs. Fussel had conversa- tion about the propriety of bringing Mir. Bygrave to propose :; whereas, MT. Bygrave, it was remarked at the time, had already proposed. We'll, at dusk on the same 1st of April, raw country lad might have been observed in Fleet street with letter in his hand, and staring and gaping inquiringly about him. At last gleam of intelligence and satisfaction lit up his face, and he moved hastily toward an iron pillar box, which stood by the roadside, and near which some mischievous young Arabs of the London streets were play ing.
 "Want letter box? Here you are, my boy; shove it in that hole at the top," said one of them, ID the most friendly and insinuating accents, to the country lad.
 "Oi know" replied the country lad with look of superior knowledge and experience, as he carefully dropped the letter in at the suggested hole, and walked off with an air of satisfaction.
 "Oh ! you April fool," shouted the Arabs after him :; but he either didn't know what they meant, or believed in it's being impossible that any boy what ever would infringe the law which for bids the making of "April fools" after twelve o'clock at noon. At any rate, he went his way regardless of scoffs.
 "Oh dear oh dear P screamed the treacherously friendly Arab, laughing as if his very sides would burst; "he's bin and gone and put his love letter in the dust-bin that he have"
 As the country lad passed one of the archways that lead from Fleet street to the Temple, he was brought to sud- den stand still by stentorian shout.
 "Thomas !'' cried voice which made the country lad jump.
 "Here oi be, Muster Boygreave, answered Thomas, with tug at his front hair, and broad grin at the gen. tleman who called him.
 "So you've posted my letter p said the gentleman.
 Ees, Muster Boygreave, olive done it," answered Thomas, with uncon- scious equivocation.
 "Bravo Thomas P rejoined the gen. tleman kindly "you've done your first errand in London splendidly. I watched you from here almost as far as the pill lar-box; but couldn't see you all the way. You didn't have any difficulty, I suppose?"
 "Noa; fund t pillar, and popped un into t slit atop"
 "That's all right; and I am glad to see you took no notice of those young ragamufins who seemed to be laughing at you. Now you can go; goodnight D And away went Thomas with an ex- pression of unbounded self-content.
 Thomas was the son, or, rather, one of the sons of poor widow, who had lately lost her husband by an accident while Bygrave was on his visit to the Fussells, and it was only one of those many generous actions which, partly reported of him, and partly known of her own knowledge, had tended to en- dear him to Eleanor Russell, when he undertook to find schooling and occu- patton and livelihood for Thomas in London. But how came Thomas to be intrusted with the posting of Bygrave's letter? Why, thus The letter was addressed after fashion which makes most bachelors living in chambers do their posting for themselves, in order to avoid prying eyes, significant looks, well-meant but offensive allusions, and tittle-tattie and so Bygrave had in. tended to post it himself as he walked down to his club; but, having encount. cred Thomas in the very nick of time, and Thomas not having yet eaten of the tree of knowledge, so far as to be able to decipher handwriting or even print he seized the occasion of giving Thomas lesson in the art of perform ing masters behests. He had direct ed Thomas to pop the letter into the first iron pillar box he came to l; he hac watched Thomas going the right direc tion he had seen Thomas halt close to the very spot where the nearest pil lar. box stood aud he had observed with satisfaction that Thomas promptly returned, and disregarded the many chances that offered of a game or { fight with a round dozen of street boys
 He was as satisfied about the safe lodg 1 ,,oan& of &ha latter as if ha had drornof