Litchfield enquirer., 1875-04-22
ssWhere is Janep" she asked.

'1 am not sure," Marjone answered, '.but I fancy sheis somewhere with Mir. Tyxxc1, Sxandn s,aama. ., ", ,4s-.e..-s. .ss-.-z- ,-
 "With Mir. TyrrelI It really appears to mes that she isEefp fond of MT ETyrrePs society, of late. It does not look we'll" [
 :..Ah! grandmamma, 2 said Marjorie, open ing her pretty eyes and blushing most incomprehensibly, '.I am sure it is Mir. Tyrrel who is fond of her society. I have thought so often, And-and why should it not look well?" ...-.
 "My dear," returned the dowager, grandly, ''you don't understand. You know nothing of the world; but Jane Ros- sitqr ought to have more sense. Ko~ are
 "I am year older than Jane, grand mamma, and Jane is twenty, though, of course, I know Jane is far more clever than l can ever hope to be Jane is veyy clever' (naively).
 'tMy dear, that is nonsense (maiestic- ally). s'Run away to your dancing; but if you see Jane, send her to me-" If she had known the whole truth, 1t is likely that she would have been even less pleased than she was. She was not the first person who had missed Jane Rossitur from the bright throng. MT. Stephen Tyrrel had missed her first, and having missed her, had, with his usual ingenious impulsiveness, gone to look for her. He made his way through several rooms be- low without finding her, then he thought of the library, which had not been thrown open to the guests. If, as he fancied, she was little depressed and out of spirits. she might have run up stairs to have few quiet moments in the library. So he in- o1D koI dangerous young women, whose intentions were strictly businesslike, sat in pictur- esque poses, ostensibly because it was so nice and cool, really for private reasons of their own, which might include the one that pretty girl, sitting upon low un- conventional seat in a quiet nook, and lifting her eyes to meet . tall companions is ten times more effective than a young lady in a crowd, who can scarcely venture to be charmingly confidential at all, for fear of the scathing observations of Mrs. and the Misses Grundy, who have been blooming as wall flowers all through the evenings entertainment.
 Opening the door of the library, Tyrrel found what he was in search of, and found something more too. There was no light in the room but moonlight, and the moon light, streaming in through the window, fell softly upon the gold and black dra pery of 8 small figure crouching rather desolately and suggestively in 8 large cushioned chair, and hiding it's face upon the arm.
 Jane Rossitur looked up quickly. She made very transparent effort to recover herself. She had no fancy for being de- tected in any self-indulgent weaknessr
 'sOh, it is you, Mir. Iyrrell," she said, rising, in moment. '1 suppose I am wanted, and Mrs. Marchont sent you to look for me. I was little tired. and came here to rest in the dark"
 Tyrrel came to her side in positive trep- idatien.. She stood up, pretending to smile at him coolly, but the moonlight convicted her. There were tears glisten- ing upon her cheeks and lashes.' He could not stand it at all, and her proud effort to seem careless made 1t all the worse. sfa -..... ... f.. . stMiss Rossitur," he said, with a, rueful solemnity that was half reproachful, '.you have been-yes, you have been crying This accusation, made in such an unex- pected manner, had an. odd effect. upon Jane Rossitur. With the moisture still undried upon her cheeks, she laughed = laughed in defiance of it; but 1t was @ queer, short, hysterical little laugh, it must be admitted, and the next moment she found it necessary to dash away fresh drop with her hand.
 'Crying!" she answered. "Well yes; but you might have pretended not to know. Girls cry for everything. think we like 1t. l may have been crying be- cause my dress was not becoming.
 "But you could not have been" with all the enthusiasm of inexperience): s'you must know how-how beautiful it makes you" z as.
 Beautifully she echoed, her laugh 8 dubious one again. ''You have been talk ing to Marjorie, MT. Tyrrel."' "'
 'No," ," he protested; 'sI do not say such things to Miss Marchmont.'
 .'rhen" (rather curtly) 'don't say them to me-"
 He was dumfounded. He had never seen her in so strange mood before She was excited and unstrung, and her voice trembled even as she made this abrupt speech. And yet he could not see how he had hurt her.
 ''I beg your pardon. " he said, humbly; and then she surprised him more than ever, for she sat down in her chair again suddenly, and he saw tears running down her checks, | G 5oT 1.LF
 2 "I do not know what you think of me, 9 she exclaimed; ''and can not say Ldo not care, for I do care. You are always so good to me that care very much. Please give me credit for not always being so foolish. can scarcely say how 1t hap pens that am so nervous tonight. Yes, I can" she broke out, vehemently, ssand I will tell you, and try to shame myself It is not that I am nervous; it is-it is all envy, -.-.- .,gz..-.s n. ...... ...
 "Yes, envy. I am envious, and it makes me wretched. You do not know how wicked we women can be sometimes l despise myself when think of it. but I am envious of Marjorie even pretty, soft hearted, generous Marjorie, who is the best friend have"
 She clasped her hands upon the char arm looked up at him quite appealingly E "Don't answer me-" she said. sJust let me tell you. I.want to tell somebody who will not be too hard upon me- She is so pretty, you see. She always has been so pretty and bright and good and rich She has every thing fortune can bring and it is so natural that people should fall down and worship before her. I do not think she has fault; she is unlike less fortunate people even in that. She has been adored and caressed and admired since she was day old, and yet it has not spoiled her. It would have been the ruin of me. And all to-day I have been watch ing her and admiring her and seeing oth- CTS admire her, until I could not help thinking it was scarcely fair that she should have every thing and Inothing. I am not pretty or rich, and am sure I am not good. am not even very respect- able. am not liked very much by any body. Il am nobody but Jane Rossitur." ," k As have already said, he had been just drifting into an easy, summsry sort of af- fection for Marjorie, when Jane Rossitur crossed his path and stopped him; but I am afraid that I must confess that even had this affection been a stronger senti- ment than itlwas, he could hardly have met Jane Rossltur's penltent, uplifted eyes at this moment unmoved. He had actually fallen madly in love with the girl and was prepared to do any thing unex- 11aokad and irnno onai0na6 -ssNof~1~, l,.,I