Litchfield enquirer., 1875-12-30
WHOLE NO. 25s6

pzeltier. The ceiling is pale bAma and the woOd-wCxk, q soft. faint g0na color. ISGped with fne black and gold Iines in a .dainsy nnabesqme am odd and Kfen elect Tie moment we akw' t we dsleknfned tO have it. and Philip stood about, abmlling one ere in his raptures. He wen9 oR to the hndlady, struck . bargain ns once .end came back staggering under raass old tapestry, which we have hung round the room. The effect is wonderful U ia moth-eaten in some places, and faded ,but it is beautiful work and evidently very old. I like to fancy it may be the real Gobelin- sit and look at iE and think am in faiEy-land, and that I'm q princess, and at night when Philip comes home. I lean ont of the high window and fancy how it would seem to shaks down my golden hair. and let my lover climb by it's bright stair tO my lady's bowen.
 Philip is doing great things in his art I have been to the studio several times they all praise him to me,evsn the master. M-, and he has even naked to paint me. thought Philip would he % pleas cd and proud, but instead Of thaS he vas quite angry and hardly civil Don't yOu think man are very odd, Margaret
 Philip is SO kind, he is just perfect He brings me the lOveliest boquetssI tell him the hower-girls will get rich. l put just bud and leaf in his coat, and ho puts . tiny bunch in ny bosom, and we 90 out as the sun is. getting down and stroll about all the evening. We stop at the stalls and buy . few comhts, ,-and they have such delic1Ous cool dRinks,- then Philip sauntsEs into picture shops. When VIC come back, there in our tapes tried chamber r fnll Of the sweetness of flowers and in c dusk-Iike twilight, so pleasant and cool often we don't have light at all. We look out of the window "a moment, over the city. listening to the soft whir of some bird not yet flown to it's nest, and Philip often says all VIC want is our Margaret; and that's true, you darIingI o, before forget, must tell you Phfkp bought a magnificent cameIia. We have put it in the south window; it is partly blown, and just covered with buds it's like garden in the room. Philip calls it the Margaret-camslias he say5 fl is Ike you. We both miss you 90 mueh, and we us. Why-tChy-don' yOu write 2"
 Meantime, while this happy life was going on in Rome, my Margaret seemed fading. She busted herself with her old occupations, but all was done fegeKishlN she who had been rerose itseH vas now never ct rest. and she who had never been ungenkle in word or manner Nas petulant and sadly irritable now. At times she would look at us aa if startled ak herself. snd beg us to forgive her, with an air of mingled meekness and suffering that hurt far mere than the impatient word thAk went before. Never did I see on so young and sweet face traces of such anguish as Margaret's aa this time too often and too pikeously revealed. Nothing could exceed Johns patient loVingness, but he grew old in watching the inward struggle of his darling's life. Ik was in this dark time that Chndleigh showed without dis guise how utterly dear Margaret had be- come to him, and ik made my heart warm to him to see how perfectly hs recognized the obscUred beauty of Margaret natnra, and rested his faith in her.
 When . year had passed.-we had inst received news of the birth of Philips htkle daughter, ,-C Chudleigh asked MAxgAfet tO be his wife. John and were looking for this. and wishing far more than we hoped in the matter. but Margaret was taken un- aware. I was in the library, and saw her come into the next room, where John was awaiting the result of the interview. Her face was deeply flushed, her eye bright and hard.
 Father I' she cried. vehementIy, '.you you know dont want-what do you mean by"
 My child Y
 "I won't be so tormented Tiff you're tired of me can go away--sOme9here O. papa papa not such look as that Forgive me, don't know what say."
 John took her in his arms, eutTeatiug her to be calm and to trust in hrs love. | never heard Q more tender voice than he had when speaking to her. As he could not live always, he told her, he longed to know there was some one dearer and bet ter, to take his place. He knew Chud- leigh thoroughly; loved and trusted him; but above all things, the freedom of his little girls heart was sacred to him. They talked 8 long time together.
 70 papa-f I could-but cannot P' said Margaret at last. "You know, I grct0 s0tth him, and can't make it different now. But I'll be better girl, dear, good papa ?
 At that moment Chudleigh came into the library and straight 10 me. ''GO in with me" he said, and took me by the hand. ] wondered if he had beaHd 6ny- thing. hoped he had not heard the 1asts but though be was pale there was . hGht in his face as he went up to my brother and said Eent1ys-
 John, t Is all right, Margaret and I understand each other, snd think y0u will take my word tbat. while I live, will be as much her friend aS fl sbe-hcE friend with my whole heaFt,"
 John put out bis hend, but Margaret turned iraRetHoHsly,
 "It would be shame t0 tbank yOn 1" she cried, "but l viii have yoar iTieDd- ship and yOH shall have mine, sud y0n shall not ind t . poor thing, Papa, elI Si you, I'm going to tFy to pat swsy the
 e.ie hurried out, leaving IS looking at one another.
 After .his, Margaret came out of Else shadow; the girl she had oDco been be- coming as dream-s sweet One-0f the past, while we saw Margaret, the woman, daily TipenIng in al womanly grace and strength. Her life became . ieTVeuE thing, but not with fever. Sine added new fo the old activities, bnt she worked Yestfnl- y, 1nteIligently, from within OuteaEd. If was wonderful how mueh she herself did and how much she inspired in Others. both in home and social life creating Q high and healthful atmosphere, and being its light.
 She took up again the eOgyespODdeneo with Philip. and wrote him good lseteFs, T knew, though never saw them. Philip wrote regularly in return. His letters. m broadening thought, deepening feeling. and in noble, steadily gaining purpose. showed growth, and growth in inst those that had made his nature and Margaret's lean to each other in the sarly uBe0nscIous time. He wrote fOndIv always of Alice, who seld0m wrote hoFsslf. put always sent loving messaaaa.- They had three children now, and many friends md new establishment, and lived mod shly, for Alice enjoyed fashionable life: md Philip, besides being rich by Johns bounty at the start, had made narae and money during these seven years ct Rome. At last, when their fourth child. . little 'on. was born, Philip wrote urgently for Margaret; Alice was very feeble and en- reato1 for her MmworuroA end k~w R.skm-