Litchfield enquirer., 1875-07-22

and Pennsylvania railroads one of the iveliest that can be imagined. J.
 NEW HAVEN, July 9th, 1875.
 From Harper's Monthly.]
 AMAPPLE OF SoDoM.
 A little wild rose, as blushing, as trem- bling, as dewy, as shy. was Emily Rivers; and just as sweet as one, thought her cousin Lawrence.
 Indeed, Lawrence idealized her trife; for when he came back from his long stay in the East. where he had seen few but the swarthy women of the meridian, En- fly dawned upon him, as fair and pure and delicate as any spirit of the sky. Her very shyness lent her an air of reserve that made one feel as though she were some thing the least in the world remote. She alert, listening, ready to fly; and there vas fascination, piquancy, in this re- serve that tempted the young man to break it's barrier, and make the maidenly thoughts and fancies his own. Still he was not sure that he had any right to the Indulgence of such @ temptation. Not sare2 He was very sure that he had no right at all 1t had been understood ever slnce there had been any understanding about him whatever, and he had acquies- ced in the understanding, that he was one 0f the particular members of the family who were not to indulge themselves in that way. There had been too much indul- gtace in. that race-it had brought them to poverty-aAd Lawrence had been set apart for rich wife from the day when the elders began to assort the portions; so decidedly set apart that it was general ly determined Valeria Gueltan should fall to his lot, probably because she was, in a distant manner, within the family circle, and because at her majority she became 8 sufficient heiress to satisfy even the fami- ly desire for money. As for love Glove goes where it's sent" said Aunt Paget. ssIps ali nonsense to think of letting such 3 trifle interfere with serious matters. Mr. sPaget and never pretended any es- peeial love for each other, but we got along very we'll, and when he died he left me comfortable, which I shouldn't have been if I had married poor Mark Eldon, as II wanted to do. Though, to be sure, Mark But therer' continued Aunt Pa get: s'when two people find other things to their mind, it's perfectly easy to ac- their emotions to their circum- stances. Nothing's wanting but the will. Lawrence can interest Valera easily-has done so already by his letters and his pie tures. Yes, she's half in love with him now; and he'd be very singular person if be didn't feel tenderly toward the one by whose means all his comforts comeil'
 II don't know about that, sad Uncle Martin. ''It isn't the way with men-to love those to whom they are under obli- raAipn.' .'' 4fcL ~
 And so you'll advise" began Aunt Paget, sharply.
 ,b.9Sgh bs9h E Rps Ry saag aa gsaHf; daatt % u5ass. sith his extravagant habits and luxurious Iar-sz,E xnMrenee must marry for money" 2 'I'm glad you're so sensible. It's no ase to nlince matters, and plain talk is the only thing to be understood, said Aunt Paget. I-f
 And Lawrence understood plain talk.
 Nevertheless, that was in the future: the future was far of, and the present moment was all the while passing; and Emily was very lovely, and Lawrence was not the man to be baked of pleasure for fear of consequences: perhaps he had not enough vanity to think of any conse- quences as affecting her. So when he saw Emily sitting with her book down in the he was apt to go striding down the hillside to join her, and be greeted by the smile in the wide-open eyes, half half confding. that he had not yet learned to interpret; to vile her away with him on his fishing ramble down the brook-side; to listen unseen when she sang in her sweet lark-like notes her simple ballads; to look over her shoulder when she read, and see what it was thatso absorbed her; to talk to her. as she sewed, of his life since early boyhood, and the of the East, till her needle hung and her breath came and went, with fiushes in her cheeks, over the inter est of the story and the hero. One day, as they were lingering on the lawn, some young Iagamuffins came up with basket of fresh violets on their arms; he bought them all, and as they sat there he took his fine Manilla line and wove the fragrant purple things into a thick crown, and threw 1t lightly on her bright soft hair.
 She laughed a little. re-adjusted it on one side, and looked up; broad ray of sunshine fell just athwart her face, lighted all the apple blossom fairness and color, made m anreOle of the loose bright locks of hair. deepened the purple of the violets, showed him the large eyes bluer than the heavens, and llumined the smile-the kindling. radiant smile-wblch while it seemed to hold the very secret of joy, yet had always a trait of pathos in it that touched the heart. And looking at her in that long bright moment, it was all over with Lawrence. The light of that smile. the wilderness of the soul that look cd through it, the purity of the heart be- hind it. eclipsed all else there was: fare we'll wealth, sumptuous luxury, Vaieria Gueltan! Life would not be worth a rush to Lawrence unless he shared it with Emily. .s g, .z..---e=..-.--
 What month 1t was that followed that day of the violets- month of roses and of June! How unconscious was Emily in her happinessi how eager was Lawrence in bis pursuit How happily blind were the uncles and aunts of the household 1! Was she walking, he must walk beside her; was she reading, he must hold the book; was she dreaming, he must dream with her. It was all the same as on the month before, but with such a mighty difference. Then he had gazed upon the Cs now he was within the sanctuary and ex- pIoaing It's most beautiful recesses, all his way lighted by as pure and holy flame. 1t seemed to him, as ever burned In the torch of love.
 For not a syllable had he yet spoken to Emily m confession of his regard; her in- nocent smile was untouched by any solic- itude, by any knowledge of what 1t was that constituted her bliss; they were to- gethers Ae methe every glance, her every thoaeht; she Ibreathed an atmosphere that Has raptuxe even while it was peace. It all came to her as naturally as life itself; it. was as simple and absolute content as that of summer bird swinging in the nest undreaming of any autumn; and un- less some angel of fannunciation called this new joy by name, she would hardly know what she had till she should have lost 1t. It eame to her so naturally, indeed, that she thought as little as if she had entirely forgotten it of the life before Lawrence returned from the East; it was as If they had always been singing together the same songss driving together along the leafy
 lanes, facing each other in the boat slowly dropping down stream, wandering side by