Litchfield enquirer., 1875-09-30

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Dick has had enough walking, or says 50, and seats himself outside Mans window sill. 8I' ~ ei.-i.
 Happy, hoped for moment!
 He is not now in a talking vein. and neither is she. 9'A o5 '.''''' '7ii5s 2 i's~ l..
 Assured of her not liking it, he puffs away, leaning his head against stone mullion, and looking down on the little figure inside.
 She rests her cheek on her hand, doing nothing, and Dick thinks her a perfect picture of repose.
 Presently comes his mothers voice, making his picture start, and turn her head. -.5..is--
 ''Nan. my dear. are you inclined to glve us a little music 2"
 ''Don't go, says Dick.
 'I cannot refuse"
 ''Get some of the others tonight, moth- CT. Nan has had a tremendous walk"
 My dear child, I had quite forgotten. Of course you must not think of moving. fortable chair Come, lie down on this sofa. No one will notice. Poor thing !"
 Nan moves irresolutely.
 It is hard on her, but she must, unless she would have it thought, have it sus- pected-what she would not for worlds and worlds. '
 Dick saves her again
 "How can you sit stufing in that hot room, mother? It ought to make you faint. Nan had much better stay where she is. Don't you go, Nan. You'll hear the nightingales directly"
 Nan never hears nightingales in the north. Perhaps her pleasure in them is q little enhanced by circumstances Tn the present instance, but it must be genuine, for immediately the others come up, Deity accosts her with ''0h, Nan, am so glad you are here! I was afraid you were missing the nightingales. If you caa come down to the wood you will see glow worms too, They are just beginning to peep out. Don't come if you would rath- CT not" ....,,...-... ,.t-.-c g
 "Oh yes. come," says Dick. Appar. ently he does not object to her moving now. .,~.+..,....... ... ,-......
 The others are all standing round upon the terrace, and Miss Bushe looks sarcas- tic. ., ... ss
 "I suppose Miss Church is not tired spoken, Miss Church understands. Her conscience is not clear. She falters. "Per. haps tomorrow night" .@ l ing, my dear but never mind, you look far too comfortable to stir" E
 This from Deity. Nan says no more, afraid alike of friend and foe.
 The girls sit down, and the two new corners who have spared one day from town for the country gayety are very lively.
 They arrived few hours ago, and find the country superlatively charming-for the day. Nevertheless they work hard in their endeavours to induce Edie and Det- ty Wyatt to quit it. There are still a few weeks of the season remaining. why should they not run up for that time? Miss Bushe combats the idea. Why should they? For her part she is tired of the racket and fury of London life. and finds rational existence much more to her mind.
 The. Ladies Ann and Harriet stare. Such sentiments from Augusta Bushe are something new. Of Edith they qnita1se a gEDoSSHsib EESH siba1A. Mr Miss Church is an elegant girl, and they rather admire her yellow red hair.
 Altogether, it is refreshing to be among a new set of people, and Q good nights rest is what they have not had since Easter. l
 Will Nan have good nights rest? Dick took her to see the glow.worms after all and this was how he did it.
 Augusta goes to sing, and the other young ladies are delicate; so Edith escorts them indoors. and suddenly Dick slips of his seat.
 "Come. Deity, I'll take you and Nan down to the bridge now"
 Deity is charmed to be asked by her brother. Nan deliberates. Dick looks at her, and smiles in that way of his. She rises and he draws her through the win 1 dow. When Augusta has finished her songs, she finds that her audience is sadly diminished. .4 ...--.... - ,5s :, Nan comes in with flushed face and shining eyes. Glow worms? Oh yes. plenty. There is no dew fallen and their feet are quite dry. s '-' g '' Lady Wyatt orders them all of to bed. Everybody is to sleep as long as they can, and be as fresh, as possible for the ban. The Ladies. Ann and Harriet are faintly amused. Ball after ball they go to. as regularly as the nights come round, and such precautions are strange fin their eyes. | Dick is talking of billiards l; Dallie has flown to light everybody's candle and Pax Burnand is making himseH agreeable to Edith's papa. -. ...s ss Soon the house is quet, and Nan could wish that the nightingales were silent too. She must sleep with open windows; and l through them the loud, melodious, jug. 1 gling trill comes almost too continuously. Her blue forget. .me-nots are in water on the wash-hand.stand, a piece of honey 1 suckle crammed in beside them. It was this Dick gave her, when he said that about hls afternoons amusement which is not worth repeating. .s
 The night grows hotter instead of cool. CT. A low growl is heard in the distance. A swift flash sweeps into the room. Nan, in an agony of terror, rushes along the passageto be beside her cousins and the three huddle together in one bed, hiding their faces, and scarce uttering q syllable, while the thunderstorm rages overhead.
 Presently comes their fathers voice at the door. ghostly sound. .Are you all right, girls ?'' | Yes, papa" s.,ass- i..f l "Go in and see, what your cousin ia l about, then I cannot make her hear" Laughter from within. s'She is here. papa. We are all here. Is it going off?"
 "Going of? Oh dear, yesl The last was fully ten miles distant. Goodnight. Your mother wanted to be sure that you were all safe and sound. have been round the rooms." .. Their fears abated, grumbles begin. The grass will be wet for the next evening, vet for the. ball. Deity was awakened from her first good sleep. Nan is sure she will not sleep all night. ..I t..I. a.. | A gentle batter succeeds the rush of rain on the window -panes, and Nan at length departs, shnts her own window, and congratulates herself that at all events those dreadful birds are silent at last. The room is cool, bed is comfortable, she says little prayer. and slumbers of. walk ing to wonder howit had been possible for her to sleep SO soundly and so long.
 This day is Mans last ct Wyatt Hall. Queens Gate has faded into the dimmest and most insipid of backgrounds, and the old life in Westmoreland is gone forever. One way or other, all will be changed for her when she returns thither.
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