Connecticut western news., 1874-11-06

You are pretty enough for me, said Lew, smiling. Indeed, indeed, he did say that The world seemed to spin round and round, and the stars to tremble and quiver, was so agitated.
 "Ans 1 ?" I said, with deep gasp of happiness. "Oh, I am so, so glad Oh, little while ago, when yott asked me whether I were glad to leave school, l felt that I might never see you again :; that was why I cried"
 "You are a dear little affectionate darling, as tame as tame canary-bird, ' answered Lew, quickly. "But, Miss Maggie, see Miss Hartman looking about. Don't you think you had better go in?"
 The Ogress looked very savage, but she didn't say anything. Indeed, why should sheP This is the very last day of the term, and on Monday we all take flight. But my trials were not over. I said to Lew before he left, "I shall certainly apologize to Belle and Marion. They meant nothing. But how tortu- nate that did not let them interrupt us P and smiled at him out of the fullness of my happiness. "l'm so glad you didn't mind my not being pretty," whispered.
 Lew looked unaccountably nervous and cool.
 "My dear Miss Maggie" he answer
 "Oh, call me Maggie" I said. quickly.
 Maggie, then," said Lew, rapidly. "You-you attach too much importance to what you are pleased to term my kindness. You-you are very pretty, I'm sure. never was fastidious, and Heavens here comes Miss Hartman. Don't repeat word of what I said to you" -t....
 With this he bowed formally to me, and retired as the Ogress approached. Of course won't repeat 8 word if he desires me not.
 made some kind of apology to Belle and Marion ; but they must have spoken to Sophie, for on Monday morning, be- fore we all left, she called me into her own room, and said, Maggie, I have sop1ething very disagreeable to say, but I must tell you plainly that Lewis is we'll known to have the habit of trifing with girls, and that unless he distinctly offers himself to you, and permits you to announce 1t, he has no idea of mar ryiug. Indeed, we all think he is in love with Miss Fox, of Baltimore. I did not answer one word but I did wish that could tell that I trusted him, and how kind he is
 Thursday, July 19, 1856.-My poor old journal Oh, how happy I was when wrote that, and how wretched I am now One whole year of illness and pain Mrs. Webb says I must have caught the cold, which degenerated first into low fever and then into typhoid, "that evening Miss Hartman tells me you fingered so late on the piazza, dear" But I have never told her what happened there. An me a whole year, and not one line from Lew I wrote twice, and asked him to inclose his letters to Belle, and when she was here last week she told me she had heard nothing. I shall write just once more to tell him that I am going to Nahant. Belle looked so gravely at me when spoke to her, and said, "Dear- est Maggie, I wish you would put Lew out of your head. He is utterly thoughtless and needless, and I fear will make you wretched." But no, I will believe in Lew. He is 8 perfect darling, and do love him. If he has not written, I know it is because he can not. Still, what could prevent him ? Oh dear, l must be happy
 Naha'at, July 28.-Joy ! joy joy Lew is here I suppose he came be- cause he received my letter in time. I have had no chance to ask him yet. He came into the drawing-room the night we arrived, and stood quite near me, looking about for some one. For me, of course. And absolutely, though he is in my mind day and night, I did not see him until Mrs. Wilton asked Aunt Lamb eff she could tell her who that handsome man was." Then I looked up, and there, by my side, stood Lew. l sprang up, and said, in louder voice than thought of, "Lewis, I'm here 1"
 How he started, and turned quite pale Then he said, "I beg your pardon, Miss Maggie; I did not know you with that curling crop. It is very becoming, he added, smiling in just the old kind way.
 I presented him to Aunt Lamb, who was very gracious. And just then the band began to play, and after mo- ment's hesitation Lew asked me to dance, and we went whirling round the room. Oh, how happy I was He never spoke of my letters, and I forgot them. Actually I did! I couldn't think of anything but that he was there, so handsome and kind. The sea moaned outside, and the band played delicious music, and foated along, supported by Lewis strong arm. Oh, how delight full it all was He chatted endlessly. And he promised to walk with me to- morrow. Aunt Lamb was very polite, and asked him to drive. She wouldn't let me dance all the evening with him, though. She introduced great tall man with black eyes and whiskers, a MT. Wagner, of Ossawa Lake. He was very polite, and told me that he knew my father once professionally" and he asked where I had been at school and what studied, and observed that cit was very select institution" and danced the Lancers with me-very me afterward that he asked if I was en- agreeably, and said, Really, Miss Maggie, you may make conquest yet. He is lawyer, rich widower, looking would look at hS11 |! An, I'm pretty enough for Lewl How surprised they will be when tell them
 Na1bG,st, August 1.-I am angry with Aunt Lamb. Lewis has danced with me every evening, and bathed with us every day, and drivsn out with us, but Aunt Lamb has so contrived it that we have never been one instant alone. And she has asked that horrid, stiff stupid MT. Wagner to drive also. ] dislike him. He is old-over forty, should think-and takes absurd care oi his health and his eyes and whiskert are so black. Still, he is very polite tc me, and I like people to be polite tc me.
 August Slew has been away fol