Litchfield enquirer., 1875-04-22

old lady's passion for the girl who was a beauty left the girl who was not 8 beauty rather ont m the cold, though she was not hF any means nnlindly treated. ass1
 When aTyrrel came and took possession hex Jane Rossitur accepted his attentions . TlsslSshyly at fsst She eawas notused to such honor, and at the outset would al. most rather have been left alone. But it would have been impossible that she should resist such genuine friendliness long. There was something winning in the young fellows beauty. and the eagerness m his dark eyes touched her. She forgot her troubles and annoyances, and began to be happy. She laughed and talked and brightened, her oddly colored eyes aparkied, and she made witty speech or so. Sidney Ruysland glanced across the room at her and smiled.
 There are all sorts of possibilities in that girl, and Tyrrel is just, the youngster to draw them out. Look at her eyesp he said to Marjorie.
 Marjorie looked as she was bidden.
 s.They are very queer and big and bright, she said. "What color are they?"
 'Oive-green at present." was the an- swer. "And rare tint 1t is. Eyes of that color have always that rare shape, too, and those long black lashes. I wonder how it is that nature so seldom bestoWs them up- on woman who is actually beauty? Perhaps it is merciful dispensation. It
 would be too much all at once"
 Miss Marjorie, demurely. 'I must tell Zane that you think so. 1 do not believe she has ever been specially proud of them
 She was beauty herself, you observe, but 1t was not exactly pleasant to bear sven this pin scratch from some sources. Her own brown velvet orbs were lovely in- deed, but just at this moment she could not help wishing innocently that they had been olive-green instead. I g-yE l5 .a l After that night matters took whimsi- cal turn. Jane Rossitur was surprised to and that she had always one companion. She did not find it easy to understand snch state of affairs. either, being better l1sed to that probably wholesome ifnatur- aI neglect to which ordinary and portion less girls are usually fated when in the presence of those more fortunate. h. stead of joining pretty Mariorie's court, the enchanted prince contracted 8 habit of attaching himself to her own humble service. He took his tea standing near her side-table, he made her talk, he met her in her morning walks, he showed the gentlest possible consideration for her In every trifle.
 ''1ndeed, if I was anybody but Jane Rossitur, I should think he had fallen in love with me" she said to herself once, half indignantly. In truth, her sentiments during the first few weeks of their ac- quaintance were of rather undecided and mixed description. When he was with her, his difference, his sweet temper, hls almost boyish way of appealing to her, his charm of manner, invariably softened her heart, and caused her to relent in her resolutions, but when she was alone, and thought the matter over sensibly, she felt a little irritated at times. Life had been such an easy matter to him, she told her. self. that he was full of caprices, and his fancy for her was nothing but a caprice He knew that he could turn from herself to Marjorie when the, whim seized him, and so for the time he was amusing him. self with her. Then, again, perhaps his inexperiene6 had something to do with t. Be did not know khat saeh a.fancy would attract attention. s.-..... ....-.---
 But she had not hit upon the truth at alL Caprice had nothing to do with the matter, unless it was the caprice of fate. The heart of the young man had simply been appealed to in new way. Marjorie s rose and white and gold and brown had aroused Tn him an admiring wonder, but Jane Rossitur had touched finer chord. She might be nobody but Jane Rossitur, but Jane RossltuR in her turned gown had an individuality of her own.
 like to talk to her" said the prince to Ruysland. 'I like to watch her. I am never tired of her. Sometimes when her eyes shine so, and the color comes in- to her cheeks, as it does when she is pleased l think I should like to take her little hand and kiss, it.
 Mir. Ruysland did not look at all dis pleased or shocked, though he was 6 fas- tidious gentleman enough. He smiled with placidity which might almost have been interpreted into approval of his com paniOn's enthusiasm. -@- -0 2
 soTo take her little hand and kiss it. " he said. "Ah! don't wonder. I have ex- perienced the same temptation myself, though it was not Miss Rossitur who tempted me; and I suppose I ought to blush at the confession, since the days of roseate youth are past for me-"
 eft isa temptation that-iss hard to re- sist, 1" said Tyrrel, ingenuously, and he even sighed slightly, for he was by no means blind to certain difficulties that ap- peared in his path, now and then, and puzzled him greatly. He was not sufi- caently conscious of his own importance to see that they only meant that Jane kossitur was very sensible, sensitive, prond young woman, and knew her place
 There came time, however, when he received a suggestion at least. This was on the night of Mariorie's birthday. Mar IOrle's birthday was celebrated with great pomp and ceremony, and always had been. In her childhood it had been a fete day, of which she was the small her oine, and upon whose happy occurrence fabulous dolls and much gilded books and numerous stores of bonbons were brought to light; Tn these days it was pretty much the same thing, but the gifts were more imposing, the birthday party was not over and the guests in bed at twelve, and the cake was not the great at- traction of the festivities. Marjorie had her party on this occasion, and the usual gifts were laid at her charming feet with the usual layishness, and she had her wonderful birthday toilet, which almost made a young goddess of her, and in the fnllness of her heart she gave Jane Rossi- tnr very pretty dress indeed, and gave 1t with, very pretty, affectionate speech. And in this dress Jane Rossitur made her appearance, and awakened in Tyrrel new enthusiasm. The stuff of which the cos tune was made was of Indian manufac- tnre. It Ras thin silken gauge, black. and with q fanciful figure embroidered upon it with gold thread; it fioated like a dusky cloud. and it had an odor of strange flowers and fragrant woods; and with a boquet of scarlet and white in her hand. and trail of some scarlet -budded vine in her hair, Jane Rossitur looked even less Ike the generality of girls than usual
 You are looking very we'll indeed. Jane," commented old Mrs. Marchmont. .fLhat Indian gauge was happy thought of MarjoTie's- It seems to suit you ex- actiy She said it would the moment she caught sight of it lying in my trunk. My brether Felix brought it from Madras years ago, and there never has been a among us that it was precise ly the thing for" And vet notwifhstand-