Connecticut western news., 1874-06-12
LOVED HER FOR HER GRACE.


 LOVED HER FOR HER GRACE.
 Two lovers were walking slowly one moonlight night along 8 solitary stretch of beach upon the shores of Lake Michigan.
 They were married lovers and those contrasts that we instinctlvely call "made for each other were displayed in their figures and in their young faces, turned toward each other, dark and blonde. Even their voices shared this contrast, the one firm, deep- toned, and measured, the other caprlcious in accent, and tremulously sweet.
 "The only trouble is," said Elsie, " "every one says this cannot last. It seems tIAat after while the most TO- mantic love-to be sure, no love could be quite so romantic as ours-either fades away, or settles down into a calm friendship. Even Aunt Marianna told me upon my wedding-day, You cannot expect the husband and the lover to be just the same.' But do expect it; do not. dear Fred?"
 "You do expect it," answered her husband. "And you are right; that change will not come to us."
 "And must any change" asked Elsie, musingly, "come to us I suppose it must sorrow and old age, perhaps. Very soon, no doubt, I shall have to tie up these curls that you like so much. 9 She glanced ruefully at the long ring lets from which the straw hat was tossed carelessly back. Fred" she said, responsibility, "you might not love me so we'll if should change"
 "Do you suppose I would not know you through all change" he asked, " as certainly as I knew you in that black domino at the A mask? Love identifies to the souls core ; it wouldn't be worth living for if it did not. Be sides, darling, yoI have something that time does not steal so easily as it steals the mere charm of youth, and that fas- cinates me more deeply; you have grace"
 "Grace ?' repeated Elsie. She lift ed her eyebrows slightly, extended her arm thoughtfcly to the length of the loosened hat-strings her dimpled hand held, and thrust one fairy foot daintily forward and back.
 "Not for yorr own appreciation, '' said, Fred, ravely, "but none the less for mine. Some one has remarked--1 forget the precise language, but the idea I recollect-'I If you love a woman for her beauty, you may love hel five years if you love her for intel lectual qualities, you will love her ten years but if yo1 love her for her s0ays, you will love her f.rever.' Now, Elsie, those ways have nothing to do with complexion or curls, my dear"
 "And you ?" said the little wife. "For am not so sure that my adora. tion for my husband is founded strictly on his ways. Some of those ways are dark. How would it be if you should change? Let me see-if you should turn bald just here," smoothing uI from his forehead the dark locks she liked; or if you should lose an eye, and could only look at me half-oh, don't or if you should grow stout-wofully stout-could you blame me if romance stopped? Hopeless incompatibility oi square inches between affection and its object for how could I put wing ol bay-window on my heart ?"
 Do not talk so even in jest," saic Fred, really pained. "We may bs thankful that we have the power to lool deep"
 "I 10 not wish to look deep," sait Elsie, willfully; |" I prefer shadows. never looked deep in my life but sav something at the bottom of the deptl lyinq dead, or something unspeakably sad, as pale as death. But there VI are talking nonsense, and it is growing late. feel 8 chill of night air from head to foot, and we have almost guar reled, I think. Dear Fred, let us gt home at once."
 They followed the white curve of thu inlet toward the glimmering lights O the town, and crossing narrow field path in the outskirts, entered thu rudely built and solitary cabin tha they called home.
 The moonlight shone broadly into scantily furnished dwelling.room, ,unde whose outer doorway letter had beer thrust.
 "FR1END ARNonD-T find, for reason you will appreciate, necessity for get ting off at once. We start tomorrow whole family-at dnybreak. Expect yo' to join us next week at F--, gooo and chattels complete.
 "My respects to Mrs. A. She is o the same calibre as my wife. Such wo men are a help. Hurrah for success and Westward Ho! Doc"
 This letter, meagre as it was, served to bestir the Arnolds at once.
 More than a year had passed sine Fred Arnold s imprudent marriage, tha displeased not only his own friends but those of the pretty schoolgirl, pet ted and portionless, who became hi wife. Emigrating to the West, an' waiting in an ill-chosen law office fo clients that never came, he had nearl exhausted his small patrimony. Tn doctor, his companlon from the East equally unfortunate, failed to find i D. the linked sickness long draw out upon which he had founded hi professional hopes. Nothing remaine for them now but a removal to a nor promising place.
 Accordingly, the first bright mornin of the following week found Elsie an Fred perched upon huge baggage wagon laden with household goods slowly vending their way along th high-road that, girt with narrow pra ries and charming oak-opening