Connecticut western news., 1874-06-26

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 1T should do so," said Vera. "Bu it may come before then. If not-he will wait for me-"
 Aunt Nesbitt took up 8 newspaper and seemed busy with it. She was secretly watching the girl. How the sight of her brought her own youth back ! Vera was so like what she had been-it was like watching the ghost ot her, own girlhood to look at her. Pres. ent1y Miss Nesbitt rose and left. the room in silence. She wanted to be alone. The iron composure which life had taught her had not been so shaken fol years.
 elf they could both hold frm," she said to herself. "But that is impossi. ble. A lifetime of working and wait. ing 1"
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 Three months sped away. Aunt and niece got on very we'll together at least each had learned to like the other but there was never any demonstration of affection. should employ a stronger word where old Veronica Nesbitt was concerned. Her heart had softened to- ward the girl as it had not done of late years to any human creature. She took pleasure in her beauty /; she ad- mired her talents and her resolute character she fairly wondered at her own fondness, but she made no sign.
 And Vera? I think you can imagine what she suffered but she suffered like a strong woman, not q girl. Indeed, many of her age would have decided she could have no heart. she fought so gallant1y and consistently against her pain; showing it not. She would not give way-she would struggle through She made for herself every amusement and interest possible. She took up the studies of her school life again, and vague notions of growing rich by them in some way or other did run in her heart. But nevertheless her untowara fate, her disappointment, and her iso- lated existence, told upon her; she and passed night after night in sleep less misery. She must keep her beauty; it was dear to her, because hs prized it She would not grow bony, and haggard, and old He would come to her at last he should find that the years had no more changed her face than they had her heart. But still those years seemed so far off as to fill her with dismay.
 ''Aunt Nesbitt," she said, :" I want some bromide of potash, and I want hypophosphites of iron and some soda. |"
 Bless my ears P exclaimed Aunt Nesbitt.
 "I have no money; will you buy them? I have no appetite. I cant sleep"
 'sThat's according to all rules of TO- mance," said the old lady.
 "I told you was vain," went on Vera. "I do not care to grow ugly. I mean to keep my good looks until am forty-seven."
 "I will buy you ton of soda and the other stuff," said Miss Nesbitt. "But you are disappointment to me, Vera you are not bit of heroine. "
 "I am not heroine am woman; that's better" returned Vera.
 Miss Nesbitt went on with her crochet in silence for some time. She had not been so near shedding tears for twenty years. Suddenly she threw her work on the floor, regardless of the havoc Seraph immediately proceeded to make of it. She marched up to Vera, look ing as if she were about to bite her, stopped, kissed the girls forehead, and stalked out of the room. Vera knew now that she had been given place in that long-sealed heart. She let herself cry little, glad to be loved. She had no mind to shut her eyes against a gleam of light because she could not have the sun.
 The next day was dreary and windy. Vera was sent off several miles in the close carriage to inquire after sick friend of Aunt Nesbitt's. The old lady had cold and did not dare to venture out.
 As Miss Nesbitt sat alone in the li- brary, an hour later, her footman enter. ed to announce visitor.
 "Who is it?" she asked, with sniff, not for the visitor, but forced from her by her cold.
 " He wouldn't give any name ma am. He said you did not know him, " was the answer.
 "Let him come in," said Miss Nes- bitt.
 Miss Nesbit was accustomed to this. Strangers often called upon her to so- licit aid for what they generally styled some philanthropic scheme. She ex- pected such guest now.
 As the door opened, she began to sneeze. Nobody sneezed to the extent that Miss Nesbitt did when she had one of these colds.
 "Sixteen times" said she, aloud. CT sneezed thirty-four this morning with out stopping"
 She looked up, and saw before her 8 young man with one of the finest, grandest faces that she had ever set eyes on. She was so surprised that she thought aloud.
 "You cannot be philanthropist P
 "On the contrary" said her visitor, with pleasant laugh, "I am the most selfish man alive"
 ''I always wanted to see him." re- piled the old lady, not in the least abashed. "Pray sit down."
 "I must tell you my name first, Mad am. Perhaps when you have heard it you will regret your invitation. am Moore Rivington. I have only lately discovered that-that Mss Raymond was here."
 1T thought you were safe in India, Sir"
 "The appointment expected was delayed. I am really going now but I could not resist the temptation of coming here first. I wished to see you, Madam and"
 "You cannot see her." again inter- rupted Miss Nesbitt ger promised her mother that"
 He rose and began walking excitedly up and down, commencing several sen tences, and finishing none.
 "Sit down. said the old lady "you fdget me. Sit down We will each hear what the other has to say."
 Even this was better than MT. Riv- ington had expected. He sat down and spent long hour with her. When he took his leave he looked happier, though forced to go without seeing Vera.