Litchfield enquirer., 1874-03-05

to side on her hard wooden chair, tappin her mouth imratiently with one stump finger.
 ssYou have both been indulgent to me and I believe you will not hurry me now This evening will go down to churcl for Mc sSalsn. and after service will asl our Blessed Lady to tell me what am t, do, and what answer you are to give tt Monsieur Furet"
 Madame Roussers mouth and eyei opened widely, but she was too devout tt protest
 Jacques smiled, but he looked appeas cd.
 How are you b know when you gel your ansWer?' He looked skeptical. ''We cannot expect Monsieur Furet to wait hat in hand, for your decision
 Eugsnie held down her forehead fo, him to kiss.
 s<I always ask for all want at the al. tar" she said, 'tand shall not be deceiv- cd now"
 She vent and kissed her mother, and then she left them together.
 Eugenie wakes with a start, and looks xxyuEand wITu IrTkyuIEugu eyes.
 Yes. there are the white-washed walls of her own bedroom, and there is the win dow just opposite her little bed, and through this the sun is shinging, and the sky looks bright and blue.
 Has 1t been all dream" says the girl, sleepily. and she rubs her eyes hard. When walked before it was night, and since then all this has happened, and they say a morning dream always hap pens truly"
 She dresses herself, and then she looks out
 It must be very early, for not even Mar tin, the cowherd, is stirring, and Eugenie sits down on her bed and thinks over her dream.
 Her cheeks are dyed with warm blush cs. 4 new sensation, a new life, stirs in her heart. She lOves,-yes, it must be love; she feels this ardent longing to see the stranger in reality, who has been speaking to her so sweetly as she slept. An how plainly shs sees his face now as she closes her eyes again and calls up the whole scene.
 She is ont of doors-where, she does not picture; for all her sight is concen- trated on her companion. He is tall, and his face Is dark, but the large hat he wears shadows it. He is quite unlike any one she has ever seen. He looks more like an inhabitant of city than a coun- tEyman, and his speech is like music. There IS no Norman harshness in it. Again she closes her eyes, and she feels the strangers arm steal softly round her waist
 Eugenie could sit all day dreaming out her dreams. It frightens her, and yet there Is a delight mingled with her fear; but stir in the house below rOuses her. She goes again to the window and looks out
 She sees the gray spire, and with this comes Q sudden thought of the garden it Ovcrlooks, and of Monsieur Furet.
 Eugenie turns away with sick lOathing, and then she remembers her prayer last night at the altar.
 ''f prayed to be shown what was right 10 do, for it seemed like self-will 10 disc bey; and now know,-oh I know wha to dor
 For she felt in that glimpse of vision love how impossible it wolud be to marr, without u, and her repulsionf or Monsie Furet told her also 1t never could come for him. She went down stairs, and saw her father coming into breakfast
 ''TToRs. thou art late, my little one. Why. thOu art red as a rose. my Eugenie. , And. indeed, Eugenie had grown crim- son The dream which, in her own room,
 
 dUIRdle into childishness at the sight oi her father, but she resolved to speak.
 Father, do not be angry, but cannot DzrTy Monsieur Furet. I prayed last night 50 our Lady for guidance. l went on praying, father, till the sacristan came to lock the church, and this morn TEg my answer has come. I cannot marry a man m ess love him, and I could nev- CT love MoHSSeur Euret"
 The shrinking dislike in her face was unOre p0werfal than her words. Jaques xSgsse3. ren0nstrated a little, and finally gave la. and when, an hour afterward, he sSzaa hss wife m full tide of reproach, he imposed silence angrily, and told her that Ezce1le was tO he let alone, and that he <h01Ii g5vs Monsieur Furet his congo. Ayezr has passed away, and has brought cAzxzCas wIth Tt Twice since his first re- szS21 hE Emrezie. Monsieur Furet has pro- posed himself for her husband, and each szze she has been conscious that tine re- tzsI she perseveres m giving initiates AeT scssAasE and dlsappoints her fathers AaFsS Madame ROUSsel had a severe sE3 &szz the ladder staircase about six ISGsAS zc0. and since that time she has ssesz a ssznewA%. restless prisoner.
 Oa E&Ss bESE&t autumn afternoon Jac- S@Es sS kzs dzzgAteras companion to the szsS z< L-2 N4z1lerAxe- 1t Is a gay scene. Fru2 Cxz3sasee itself, from Vatterville, NeEvz~ and all the neighbOring villages, sAze FExk<Se<a gSrsS and the most likely. ha.skEzs voz-AaS have assembled. The el- 3tEs szs 0Z k0z= benches under the shade of sAE SAz sEeeS- Iszt tAe yoang folks arc wzszzzzg AWAY Oa the gCeen hand by, tc sAse xzsse 0S a ts3dle. two comets, and g sz.e-
 TkN czzE&eS ssea all well matched, ex csFe Ezyezss and her partner She hal szfssz sS the lo& of Monsieur Alphons, EzE-sk. tAe E5cA IezsIer of Candebec. anG a19hss<s& he has handsome Jewish face and Ex Suewe1zs in scarlet scarf, with . F1 z whBcA shines q real diamond, vel De cannot dx2eel He only founders like q FAzyfzI eaePA=nt, while Eugenie fit, ruEEDl him like 2 fz1ry. But she does n1t b1ss& quTte happy. 1t Is not pleasant whsz she has the reputation of being the bs.=< dzzcer in Venom and Candebec, tt Esss k1sZzN Lexozx staggering with Victor EAe1pazxrS every time she whirls past, ana usw- =S she stands pantng for breath, ani hlz=Tn- to he Kl1 of her awkward partner to hear ErznrIre, the bakers daughter szy to JaleS Bzrricre, ''DO you see Beau ty z11 the Bez<ts I would rather si still all day long than make such an exhi h5rioa of mysclf--
 FzRcIne smiles while she speaks, bu the hltFng sarcasm in her tone bring tears into Eagenies eyss.
 '-I am tired, Monsieur" she says, ant co1rte<ies to Alphonse Poiret. "If Mon SSeur will excuse me, will sit down an, rest"
 Pardon, MademaiseIle, there is chai close by the bench under the trees.''
 Eugenie starts; she is looking vainl for a chair, and the voice seems to com from just behind her. Its tone thrill through her heart. Where has she hear that strange musical .utterance? Sh looks round quickly, but she can only SC