Litchfield enquirer., 1874-11-05

always been good to me, and I'm afraid I have sometimes been cross to you, but don't remember it against me"
 Child, I was always glad she said that I watched the carriage away, and then went back to her room and put it all in nice order with my own hands! s,I felt full of anxiety, and llkept h85se 1T Hs busy as could. Zaekl didhst come 4ahek the next day, nor the next; but the morning of the fourth day, Carine looked out of the window when she got up, and says she, ''Aunt Dolly, Uncle Zack's coming on horseback as hard as he can drive! Some thing must have happened!" .k
 Something had happened, sure enough. Zack had been riding ever since midnight, and he could hardly speak, he was so tired; but at last he got it out. Miss Georgine had died in fit the night before, and the body was to be brought home that day.
 "What time did sine die?" asked pres ently.
 ''It was just half f-past eleven when she took the first fit,'' said he; land she died at the same hour last night. :" Then I knew.
 We'll, they brought her home in her coffin and laid her in the front parlor, and when all was done, went to the Judge and told him I was going to watch my self, and nobody else would be needed. You see, didn't know what might hap pen, and didn't want stories woing all over the country. I told Zack he might take blanket and lie down on. the sofa in the back parlor, and would sit mp.
 About half-past eleven, went into the room where the corpse lay. I had half q mind to call Zack to go with me, but l A1ro1 l,o Iak sleep. There was shaded lamp in the room, and had a candle in my hand that I set down on table near by, and stood few minutes looking at her. She wasn't a pleasant corpse to look at. Those same purple spots were on her cheeks, and q dark frown on her forehead; but the worst was that her eyes wouldn't stay shut. ] had tired every way to close them, and the doctor had tried, but they wouldn't stay shut!
 turned away and went to the window. when something, don't know what, made me look around. Then I saw him for the second time-saw MT. Bogardus look ing into his wife's coffin, with just the same sad, sweet smile that was on his face when he bade me good-by. As l stood looking-for I had no power to move-the appearance stopped down, and seemed to kiss the corpse, and then it vanished away, and saw it no more. was like one turned to stone for few minutes. When came to myself, Miss Bessy, there was a change! Her eyes aOere Shut-closed as naturally as sleep Ing babe's, with the long curled lashes resting on her checks The ugly purple spots had faded away; the face was like fine marble. and the pale lips had Q meek, peaceful look, such as had never seen since the days that she and Mir. Bogardus were lovers. .f.,l.I sat,..
 That's all the story. Miss Georgine was buried next day, alongside the only man she ever loved. I can't but hope it was we'll with both of them, poor unlucky children. The doctor, he talked learned ly about contraction of muscles and what not, but doctors don't know everything, and hadn't seen what I had. My own opinion is that she wasn't free to go till it was made up. and that they made it up then. +trIaf a-fF@s.. / ID EfF. .ru y--..