Litchfield enquirer., 1875-11-18

A48- 00400k 1O0k Up 6u6 8U60Of1k1GS 1OK one of his speeches This man eould quote twenty lines of Tennysont0 t0 her one. hs had met Christina Rcssstti af party, and yst he really deferred to Psyche's own recolleckion of q stanxa of Mrs Browning . which hs had quoted wrong. Psyche was not usea fO men who dared show theIr en- thpsiasm, who dared confess their igno- rance, who dared to speak as If it were . matter ef course to trust Gods love. and yho owned that they had other objects In fife than making money. Psyche and Ed ward Boss returned to the hotel after a very happy day.
 The next day Edward Ross brought ont the largest and best apperafus for water color work that Psyche or any of the girls had ever seen. And before long it proved that though one 'shad 10 talent for draw ing and another ''could not sketch from nature" and another ''coQld not do land scape. and another hated trees, that on the broad piazza of the Columbia House
 iEeur six of them, Psyche Included, could spend a very peasant morning, under his direction reproducing. after a fashion. on various blocks and in various books, the outlines of the blue Hoosac Mountains and of the valleys between. And my pret-
 
 rest. because she did as she was bid; she had no conceit about her owa ways; she waited till her teacher could attend to her; of all the gentlemen on the piazza; and she vas not gabsling all the time she was working. So that day they had a very happy day.
 It is not within the space assigned to this story to tell how pleasantly the rainy morning passed when Edward Ross read the Earthly Paradise aloud to them, nor Co describe the excursion which he organ ized to Williams College Commencement, nor the party which he made to see the Shakers, nor the evening concert of vocal and instrumental music which he arrang- ed, and for which he had such funny bills printed at Pittsfeld. No; these and other triumphs of that week, long remembered, shall be unrecorded.
 Of its history this is all that shall be told: that on Saturday Edward Ross told Psyche that he loved her more than he loved his own life. She told him that she loved him more than she loved hers. And 90 it was that in the exquisite joy of tLe new discovery of what life is, and what it Is for. Edward Ross accompanied the Yer neys on their way home to Painted Post on Monday. There he asked for and gain cd the consent of Psyche's father for their speedy marriage.
 On Tuesday he had to go home to Bos- ton, for his holiday was over. It was a bitter parting, as you may imagine, be- tween him and his Psyche, who had never been seperated more than ten hours at a time till now. For the last fareWell Psyche took him on her favorite walk at Painted Post. It is only less beautiful than the tsVestal Glade. or whatever we determin- ed to cali that burnie at HermOn.
 ass.Dear Psyche" said he to her, your life is mine henceforth, and mine Is yours. God knows have but one wish and one prayer heneeforth, and those are to- make you happy. It is because that wish you may be happy that l ask one thing nOw. Do. .yon think you can grant it? It is a great thing to ask
 .'Can IF" said the proud girl "Why, darling. y0u do not know me yet" She had never called him 'sdarling until an hour before
 .sY0u must not promise till you know, g said Edward Ross.
 'I can promise and I will promise now. There IS nothing you think night to ask which I shall not think it right to do,"
 ''Dearest, do think this is 1ght: know it is right. 1t is because know it, because we shall be ten thousand times happier, and because shall be ten thou. sand times better for it, that I ask it. would not dream of it but for your sake And he paused. e.. a.-.
 Why do you stop, my dear Edward? have promised. What shall I dO?''
 Dearest. you are to do nothing. Sim ply you are not 60 ask A hat my daily duty Is. and you are not to ask me to introduce you to my friends. It separates me less from my sunbeam than most mems cares. Without knowing it you can help me in a thousand ways in it. But to know what 1t is will only bring care on you and grief on me. Can we not hve, as you trust me and as love you, without my worrying you with these petty cares?"
 els that ally said Psyche, with her pretty laugh. Why, darling, if it were to sweep the street crOssing-as in that funny story you told us-I would sweep too. If it were to keep a gambling-table, you would not have asked me to marry you. It is honorable, that I know, because you are my own Edward. Why need I know anything more?"
 And he kissed her, and she kissed him; and they went home to his httle lunch. and then the express swept by, Uith Jim Fiske m uniform. as it happened, in palace-car. And so Edward Ross went to Boston and made ready for his wedding.
 CHAPTER II.
 And perfect wedding it was. I doubt if Painted Post remembers 6 prettier we'd ding or . prettier bride. And Tn that same express train Mir E. Ross and his pretty bride swept of to New York, and so to Boston; and there he took her to the first slght of her pretty home.
 How pretty it wasi It was in Roxbury, 90 it was half country; and there was a pretty garden. with little greenhouse such as Psyche had always longed for. Nay, there was even a fern-house, with jast the ferns she loved, and with those other Himalaya ferns which he had talked of on that lovely first day of all. And there was perfect grand piano of tone so sweet, and only one piece of music on the open rack ,and that was the Mercadan- te of the first eveping. And when they went up stairs. Psyche's own dressing room was papered with the same paper which her pretty room had at her old home, and the carpet on the floor was the same, and every dear picture of her girl hoods collections was duplicated: and just where the cage of her pretty bullfnch Tom had hung, there hung just such a cage. Way, it was her cage, ,and her Tom was ;n it!
 For Psyche and Edward had spent a night and a day in New York, that she might see Mr. Steware's pictures and MT. JoEnsonis; but Edwards office boy, who had besn left at the Painted Post especial ly that be might bring the bullfnch, had taken . later train, indeed, but had come through without stopping.
 And when they went into Edwards lit tle den 1t had but two pictures: one was Psyehe's portrait, and the other was that miserable little first picture of the Hoosac Hills.
 And then sueh happy life began for these young people! No, Psyche did mol md housekeeping hard. She had been the Cinderella at Mr. Verney's house too long for thst. Now that she was the mis- tress of servants, she knew how to be kind to them and to enter into their lives. A