Litchfield enquirer., 1875-04-22

young men in falling half in love with
 Marjor1e. He showed his admiration in l divers ways. He sang with her and danced with her; he obeyed all her qentA be- nests, and placed himself entirely at her
 service when they were together at any I party of pleasure: he laid aAt her feet cer-
 tain rich offerings, which he presented in
 his mothers name, and altogether he was
 on the verge of drifting pleasantly into a
 natural though not dangerous emotion.
 when there appeared on the scene of ac-
 ton the commonplace young woman whose name forms part of my title. 1s zfs0s She came in autumn-Jane Rossitur-
 and she came unexpectedly: at least her
 arrival was an unexpected event to Steven Tyrrel; the rest seemed to take it quite as
 a matter of course. Returning by the
 shore one morning after taking his usual. plunge in the sea, he came suddenly upens
 Jane Rossitur sitting on an upturned l boat, her lap full of shells and sea-weed, l and her hat lying on the sands at her feet. 1 Almost immediately she heard him, and turned her head over her shoulder toward him, and then he saw what manner of ] young person she was, and his first men,
 tai exclamation was the following incon9 gruous one: s 3Ses.l "How unlike Marjorie Marchmont !p
 though perhaps it was not so incongruous
 after all, considering the fact that his
 mind had been wandering toward Mar.
 jorie as he strolled along. She was as un-s
 like Marjorie Marchmont as day is unlike
 night, as winter is unlike summer, as
 well, as unlike her as 1t is possible for | two girls to be unlike each other. She
 was not beauty at all; you would never 1 have thought for an instant of calling her | pretty" and there were very few per-c
 sons, and these only persons of sensitive 1 and poetic temperament, who would have seen that she was what she was-a sweet l strange creature. She had soft, clear, dark skin, 8 rare color, not noticeable
 feature but her translucent green-gray. eyes. and she was slight and odd and | small. Just this was Jane Rossitur; and just this much Tyrrel saw in the moment
 that she lifted her face as he passed: and perhaps because the accidental encounter
 was Q surprise, her quiet look impressed | itself upon him. It was odd that a young, lady should be out and apparently enjoy ing herself so very early in the morning. He certainly did not think of the possi-e bllity of her being 8 new arrival at the house, and So when he saw her again she was surprise to him once more. A visit to the neighboring town kept him ont all day, and when he returned in the evening, dinner was over, and the ladies were talk ing tea in the drawing-room. Ruysland
 was there and two or three of his col- leagues, and the first object that met Tyr rel's eyes as he walked into the room was
 the stray young woman sitting at side
 table behind the tea-service. and talking serenely to old Mrs. Marchmont. So
 very calm and composed was her air that
 she really looked as if she might have been pouring out tea in the same place evening for the previous six months. She
 had done 1t before, 1t was evident, and ex- pected to do it often enough again, and every body was used to seeing her do it. Even old Mrs. Marchmont, who was usual ly so punctiious, seemed to forget at the moment that to Tyrrel at least she was a. stranger. E2 s53&cs .sia
 'I dare say Mir. Tyrrel will take q cup of tea, Jane, she said. saslssI%
 Tyr,sl ,l.a bit .,l his lip, feeling awf ward
 out and handed to him with sucfl untiis-
 turbed self possession that he was set at
 ease almost immediately He even recov-
 cred himself sufficiently to nndertake q
 fresh examination of the girl But he on-
 ly saw what he had seen before a dark
 soft skin, rare color, and eyes with an
 actual tint of green in their clear gray.
 And as to her dress-weH, to tell the
 truth, he recognized it as one of Mar jone's, and saw that it had been furnish- cd and trimmed to suit the more insignifi-
 cant figure; and may I. add that he quite
 warmed toward the wearef in consequence
 of the discovery. A-F-i
 He made his way to Marjorie as early
 as possible, and put his question to her
 very frankly. Who was the yodng lady
 who had poured out his tea-Lthe strange
 young lady whom he had not met before, ] and to whom Mrs. Marchmont had forgot l ten to present him? 7@ Ez 4Eaias.s .
 Marjorie opened her large pretty eyes Tn
 some surprise. She glanced around Ehe
 room questioningly. A strange young lady? There were no strangers here. Oh
 dear! to be sure! How stupid and rude
 they must have appeared to himi She begged pardon. He must mean Jane Ros-
 situr-there was nobody but Jane Rossi-
 tur, and somehow they were all so used
 to her that they felt as if every one who
 came to the house mist know her as we'll
 as they did themselves. How annoyed
 grandmatnfaa would De when she remem- bered her neglect fs:d siil t5I -e F'
 Tyrrel held Mariorie's fan in his hand.
 and he opened and shut 1t slowly.
 Nobody but Jane Rossitur," he re-
 peated, half to himself. 'T wonder how
 she likes being nobody but Jane Rossi- tur?,"
 A look of alarm fell upon. Marjorieis
 fair face. She would not have said an un-
 kind or sighting thing for the world; it would have cnt her to her gentle, ,gener- ous heart if it had eyer occurred fo her that she had been cruel to her poor reia- tion; but the fact was that Jane Rossitur was not the individual to make an impor-
 tant parsonage of herself. - ' -
 ''Oh, please don't misunderstood me. " she said, in genuine distress. '.I do not think We are unkind to her. Tam sure Jane herself knows that--that we do not
 mean to be. It was very careless ofme to speak in that way, but. you Aeks shelis. quite one of us. Ton must let me intro
 duce you at once. Yoa.win ike.hsr very. much. She is very nice indeed s That was the beglnning of it, and my task it IS to show what the end was, and how oddly and inconsistently She elder Mrs. Marchmont's really well laid plans were upset. How is it that people are in- variably inconsistent? that 'sthe best laid schemes O mice an men gang" so taft a-gley? How IS it that the matches we. 1eS4EV us Oeang ma0e ln heaven are SO rarely consummated on earth? Flora, who
 was so plainly made for Browne, inarries Smythe, to the tiseemfitufe of all her rel l atiyes; Jones, who was, born to make
 Amelia happy. elopes with Miss Robin son. who is neither Sd rich nor so beanti- full; Adonis falls at the feet of commons place creature, whose rivals declara her to
 have no merit whatever; Aurelia, the daz- Izling and statuesque. sarrenders her youth and beauty to little Carrots, who is (her lovers sayl an odious, vulgar little dandy
 totally unworthy of her. iTo oa sliAtlt5e- .s. But to return to my story. In the plen-
 itude of his good fortune and happiness
 Tyrrel was quite moved by the presence
 of girl who was a poor relation, who l poured out tea for the visitors as if she l vas used to no ether excitement, who was
 obliged to be grateful for Mariorie's cast
 of gowns, who was, in fact, nobody but