Litchfield enquirer., 1875-11-18

'Myown cat and dog r'F said little
 Psyche, scoFnfnIIy. But she did not put
 the letter into tho fire, nor did she tear il i, t0 shreds to throw them into the sea. am very sorry. but, even in her wonder.
 shs kept the letter hid away. o
 ..What in the world did they find oui
 about Edward that I do not know ?'' Inn vas the very first fatal question whicl Rsyehe asked hereen. .-zsr ss- s-. G afeeaees conntar1eiter, detective. gam
 hler-whaf do the vile creatnres mean 1 They shall not say such horrid things about the best of men, ssE safN0I
 '.Ask yourself what is the fountain oi thls gold Psyche had asked herself verJ often. and she did not know, and she knew shs did not know. Edward was not lay. ish, and he was not parsimonious. She and he went over the bills together once c month. and when they were too large, they both took care that that should noi happen again. And he gave her nice crisp bills to pay them with, and salways gave her . seperate sum for "P" which he said vas her ''private, personal, or pc euliar share, " which she had better not keep any account of. Where it all came from she did not know. aHd she knew she did pct know and she had promised not to ask him. '-.. -.
 As for asking herself why nobody call cd Co see her. she had asked that too, and she had no better answer. The minister did call once year but they had been ont both times, and he had left his card The doctor had called before Geoffrey was born, and after but she had not ask cd him why nobody else called. She sup posed it was the Boston way. Certainly she had called on nobody but on Mrs. Royal and Mrs. Flynn and . few more of her psotegees. She was sure she did not want people to call on her, and she did not want to call on them. ef-.
 Still the iron had entered her soul And. as Satan ordered, for this week of all weeks, Edward was called away to New York ; and although there were two let ters . day from dear Edward, and very funny scraps from bills of fare, and play bills, aud one or two new novels ny post, and an English edition of the new "Mor- ris. still her "earthly paradise" was a very gloomy paradise without him.
 And every day the poor child read over Pfiscillas venomous letter, and at last she went so far that she determined that she would ask him why nobody except the minister and the doctor ever came to see her. - -*~s ss%ss
 Of course she did no such thing for Friday night came. and-joy of joys !- Edward came. And Geoff was dragged out of his crib to see papa, and came down in his flannel night-go and really knew papa, or was said to and Geof re- ally grabbed at the new coral papa mad brought to him. and held it in his hand and swayed it to and fro wildly, as a man very drunk would do and they laughed happily over 0eOf and put him to bed again and then they sat and talked, and talked and sat. till long after any bed time Psyche had ever dreamed of and then they went to bed together, and as Psyche undressed, Edward read the story of the s'Four Sons of Aymon" aloud 70 her. It was all as beautiful as could be, and vas she to bother him with talking about callers. Not she She had him until Monday night and she was not .go- ing to destroy her own paradise before then.
 So there was one long, lovely Saturday, whsn he worked with her and she worked with him, and they went to drive together and painted together. and in the evening they tried some new music that he had brought home and he had whole pile of lovely EDglish and French letters which had come since he went away, and they had those to read together and there was one German letter from his old Heidi eIburg friend, Welsted, and Psyche help- cd him puzzle out the words of the writ ing-he said she always guessed these riddles better than he did. And Welsted was married, too, and he had little girl baby. and made great fun about marrying her tO Godfrey. And they wrote an an- swer to Welsted. and it was midnight be- fore came round to the -Four Sons of Aymon" and to their bed.
 And Sunday was another lovely day. They drove to church, and the drive was charming. The drove to Essex Woods, and that was charming. And Edward got out his old college diaries and read to her i; and she telling him about Ingham University. Oh dear ! I do not know what they did not talk about. And it was midnight before they went to bed again. E-f
 Edward went right to sleep. Psyche had noticed that before, He would say, God bleas us. darling. -and. he would be asleep in two ~aec0ndA Bat Psyche could not sleep. She had lost all her chances tO ask him abeut the calls. She could not bear to wake him up and ask him Nay, had she not promised him that sho would not ask him !? Not this very thinGs perhaps. but what was just the same thing.
 Why should she ask him Why should she not find out without asking him. How did Priscilla know !! Priscilla seemed to know and Priscilla never asked him. How did Priscilla know? How how? how 1? The poor child said this over to herself in words-"HOw how? how ?"-and she fell asleep. su "
 But she did not sleep we'll. All of a sudden she had a horrid dream, in which they were dragging Edward of to prison. she woke up. Oh, how glad she was to be awake What in the world were they taking him to prison for ? What had he done Priscilla knew. Why should not Psyche know?
 Poor little Psyche !! It was very still. And Edward was dead asleep. And one word from him would make her perfectly happy. And yet she did not dare ask him to speak that one word. ALL.#
 Why should she not be perfectly happy. Why should she disturb him at all? Why should she not keep her promise, and be perfectly happy too?
 Dear little Psyche Poor little Psyche! She got out of bed, and she stepped gen. tly across the room to Edwards dressing room. and she pushed the door to. It was tho first time m her life that Psyche had ever tried to part herself from her hus band.
 And she knewitwa fs And . acold shud- der ran through her as she thoaA1lt% of this. But she was not born Co be fright ened by cold shudders. There was too much Lady Macbeth in her for that. She struck match. lighted candle, and sat for minute thinking. Then she bravely took her husbands coat and drew from the breast pocket that Russia leather-book which she gave hlm ct Christmas. How little she thought then that she should be handling it steaithily at the dead of night
 She opened the book, which was full of letters. She seized the first l:
 Mfr. EdsCard Rose. 80 State s., Boston.
 Then that was his office. She could dRive down State Street some day and ak AkA Mf AI- aV-