Connecticut western news., 1874-01-09

With h1s hostess and everyone who ap' proached him.
 The day after he was moro fotunate. She was sitting Tn the old spot, and greeted him smilingly.
 "You're just in time," she said "Look at my tree; isn't it like those bright green caulifowers you see in the pickle bottles ?''
 Tom sat down and set to work on the refractory tree, while she stood by watching him.
 "I say, ".'said she at last, "isn't this dreadfully improper ?"
 (Which ?" asked Tom, working away vigorously.
 "Why, you and me-" she replied ungrammatically. "We've never beer introduced, and I don't in the least know who you are or anything about you. Lady Turnbull would kaye a fiji if she knew it.
 "Let me introduce myself," said Tom, laughing. My name is Lut. trell--Tom L1lttrell; or, if you prefer it, Thomas Cursor Alvanley Luttrell. J
 If she had not been sitting behind him Tom must have noticed the flush which spread over her face at this an nouncement. After a pause, she said, slowly:
 "So you're Tom Luttrell ?'
 "Ycs," said he, looking mp. "What do you know of me?"
 "There is a young lady staying at Newlands who is a great friend of mine; she has told me about you"
 "Indeed And what's her name."
 "Nellie Leigh
 It was Toms turn to flush now "NIiss Leigh" he repeated. "Good heavens you don't mean to say shc is in the neighborhood p
 "You don't seem fond of her," she said, quietly.
 Tom painted viciously. "I hate fast girls" he said at last.
 "How do you knew she's fast? You never saw her."
 "I've heard about her," Tom said, gloomily.
 "What have you heard about her ?" demanded his companion, sharply.
 "Why, there was Ernest Browne; he met her little while ago. She talked swore, think he said, and wanted to the best hand at quoting Artemus Wa d | quotes Artemus Ward P and Tom switched viciously at the dandelions with his cane.
 His companion watched him with a mischievous smile.
 "I wish you'd be less keerless with that weapon,' she said, "you'n upset my water, directly, and then you'll have to go and get some more."
  pleaded.
 "Why not? I like Artemus."
 Tom shrugged his shoulders.
 "Well," his tormentor continued, "have you any other fault to find with your bride p
 "She's not my bride."
 "But she will be-"
 "No, I'm bothered if she will P Tom broke out, vehemently.
 "What will you buy your freedom with Hillingdon and seven thousand year?"
 "Aye, and think it cheap at that price,"
 "Complimentary to Miss Leigh. Shall tell her ?"
 eff you llke-but never mind Miss Leigh"
 "You've not told me your name yet, said Tom, after while.
 "My name ?" she repeated "oh, never mind my name."
 "But do mind your name. Won't you tell me p
 "My names Nellie, too," she said, musingly.
 "shall call you Nellie, then p he asked.
 Certainly not" she said coldly, and recommended painting vigorously. He was getting on too fast.
 Tom watched her silently. "Won't you forgive me?" he pleaded after while.
 "Shall I?" she said, holding her sketch at arms length, to observe the effect.
 "Yes, do," said Tom, it's so Chris tian."
 "Then I will," and she gave him her hand with a most adorable smile. Tom felt sadly tempted to kiss it but re- trained.
 "Now," said she, consulting her watch, II must be off,"
 "And will you allow me to carry your things ?" asked Tom.
 But at this moment she was caprici- ous, as ladies will be sometimes, and positively refused to allow him to do any such thing. Then arose a struggle for the things" which were, however, captured by Tom, after n short resis- tance. She turned and walked majesti- cally away as Tom gathered up the i'm plements with grin, and followed her. When he came up to her she was sit ting on a stile, looking dreamily on the ground. She raised her eyes as he ap- preached.
 "Mr. Luttrell," ," she said, "I want to speak to you seriously"
 Tom deposited his burden on the ground, sat himself on log facing her, and waited solemnly.
 "I want to know if you're quite de- termined not to marry Miss Leigh?" "I am" he replied, looking steadily at her, and tapping his teeth with her H. B. pencil.
 "Since when ?" He hesitated.
 "Since when?" she repeated, i'm periously.
 Tom began to dig little holes with his stick.
 "Well, within the last few days," he said at last.
 If he had been looking at her, he might have seen the smile and blush of pleasure which lit up her face as he spoke.
 "You see," he continued, "it's my fathers marriage, not mine and a man likes to choose his own wife. I dare say there's no real harm in the young person. If she's your friend, it speaks we'll for her, but still -"
 "But still what? You've never seen her; how can you tell you won't like her?
 Tom became more than ever absorbed in his excavations.
 "The truth is," he blurted out be- tween the digs; the truth is that