Connecticut western news., 1875-07-16

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 OUR SECOND FLOOR LODGER.
 When John and I first began house. keeping we were doubtful whether to live in apartments or to take house and let them. We finally decided upon the latter. An elderly gentleman, in deli cute health, called to look at our rooms with his niece, and decided to rent them at once. They had been with us nearly a fortnight, when, late one evening, a gentleman called to see the room we had on the second floor back, and which he had heard of at the stationer's. He was very good looking, tall, with pale face and heavy dark beard and mustache. . The next morning our second floor lodger took his breakfast at half-past seven, leaving home at eight, and seldom returning until nearly the same hour III the evening, when he rarely went out again, doing this regularly. His pame was Airlie, while that of the elderly gen tleman was Fortescue, the name of his niece being Kathleen Milbrooke.
 One evening, as stepped to the door, heard voices on the second floor. I exclaimed: -.-t A"r5
 "Good graciousl John. what is that p'' " How can tell, Meg2" Unanswered, rising quickly. |" It is Mir. Fortescue's voice."
 [" He's quarreling," I exclaimed, in alarm, as I hurried after John to the door. .. H-
 The words which made me start were "You unmitigated scoundrel!'
 Opening the door, John was about to hasten out; but, abruptly drawing back, motioned me to silence. Then, mute as mice, we listened. Remember, we were lodging house keepers.
 "As Heaven is my witness," replied the clear, firm tones of MT. Airlie, "I never dreamed you were under this roof :; or, as stand here, never would have placed foot in it.' .t e "You expect me to believe that 2"
 "You must, seeing that I could gain nothing by such proximity to you.
 " Nothing-nothing You sneaking hound! DO you think am blind2" cried the old man; ard we heard the stick with which he walked strike sharp ly on the floor. "Not gain Kathleen, I suppose2 How do I know you would not persuade her to wed you on the sly, and thus rob me of my money2 How do I know that you have not done so 1? You are both capable of the trick 2''
 Beware, sir!" ejaculated our lodger, his voice all of quiver. "Call me what you please-all terms are alike to me, coming from such fathers lips but, l |" .1> pure, noble girl, who has sacrificed her self to you. When you drove me-your son-from your doors, offered to share my home with her, knowing the miser- able life to which I left her, but she sacrificed love to gratitude; and, because you had brought her up, poor orphan from her cradle, bowed her gentle head to your cruel will, and remained under your tyrannical rule. You have used hard words to me, sir, and hard words to her wAose memory is dearer to me than life; but have managed to keep my hands off you. But take care there are bounds to every mans forbearance. Do not speak i'll of Kathleen.'
 "Dare you threaten mel" shrieked the old man. "True son of shameless mother"
 
 sound of MT. Airlies voice showed the stupendous self-control he was exerting. "You drove my mother from your roof as you drove me"
 "Your mother left it of her own ac cord; she ran away, the "-
 The word he uttered shall not be written. It was followed by loud fierce cry, and sound which told Mr. Airlie had flown at the speaker. There was the noise of struggle, the gaping cries of the old man, blended with his niece's screams for assistance.
 "Help help l'' she shrieked. ooh Richard Richard, let go. Reflect. He is your father; he is old-he is ill. You will kill him!'
 We had rushed up stairs, but before we reached the landing those pleading words of his cousin had calmed the just ire of the man, and his passion wa; again subdued.
 We found MT. Fortescue leaning against the drawing-room door, painting for breath, and half supported by Kath leen Mlbrooke, whose fearful eyes were turned with compassion upon MT. Airlie who stood apart, his arms folded, his head dropped upon his chest.
 "Would you kill me2" groaned the old man as we arrived.
 "No, was the answer, "I would have you live that Heaven may soften you heart by slower approach of death, SC that you may on your knees beg my dear mothers forgiveness for the i'll you have done her in word and deed. She may pardon you; as yet cannot
 At this MT. Fortescue's fury once more broke forth; but his neice making John an imploring sign, they managed to bear him back into the room, swear ing terribly against his son, and vowine that he would disinherit his niece if she ever exchanged words with him again.
 She did, however, for when the ole man lay exhausted and insensible from his fury she left us in charge, and slipped out to her cousin. When she returned tears were in her eyes. and caught these words through the closing door:
 My own darling, you are too good for me to blame though am the sufferer Know will ever love and watch ovel you until my death. D
 I expected after this that Mir. Airlie would leave, and he did that night. He told me his father was very rich, but al most madman from 8 selfish, jealous temper; that he had so cruelty treated his wife that she had been compelled tc leave him, when he had cast the most shameful accusations upon her, ever after her death, which accusations, re peated to his son, had driven him ava, also.
 His father, MT. Airlie added, possess. ed large estate in Devonshire, and why