Connecticut western news., 1875-04-30

| Ire, Tn blue SILK negHge, tr1mme with swan down, and a little Frenc] tangle of blue ribbons and lace pinne among her yellow tresses, with pearl headed javelin, while novel lay in he lap.
 "What an awful case! !" observed tn brother, carelessly. "Where's the anne thyst silk?'
 "Oh, wore that to their last recep tion."
 "And the pink crape2''
 "I look like an owl in pink. I was goose ever to buy that silk.''
 The Nile green silk with whit founces?"
 HSarah Howard has one just shad, 1 lighter that she'll be sure to wear, anG I believe the spiteful thing got it or purpose to kill mine. No, I must hav' the Swiss muslin with knots of blue corr flowers, and Roman sash figured witt gold, And you'll go around to the lar1n dress, and hurry her up little, won you, George? that's duck of a brother And you Unexpectedly well you've beer yawning your jaws off the last three quarters of an hour."
 "Where is it ?'' "Only in Mendenhall street-iust $ pleasant walk. And do give Mrs. Barker scolding, and ask her if she don't know better than to keep her customers waiting-although, of course, I know you'll do nothing of the sort. Men have no moral courage. There's the address on card. It'll be such relief to my mindl"
 Major George Appleton was an army officer, home on 8 furlough, and rather at a loss to know what to do with sc much extra time. Rich, which was an other source of perplexity Handsome, which wasn't so puzzling
 And so he sauntered along, his hands in his pockets and cigar balanced be- tween his lips, unconsciously advanc- ing to meet his fate.
 Rap! rap! rap The major played tattoo with his knuckles on the door.
 "Dear me, what @ noise" said 8 voice inside. {" "Come in Pa little louder.
 The major walked in to confront, not a wrinkled old hag of washerwoman in a halo of soap and steam, but beauti- ful young lady, dark and brilliant as an Arabian dream, with jetty curls pinned back in a silken cascade at the back of her head, and pair of futing scissors in her hand.
 Major Appleton started back, all his wits momentarily deserting him. It is a curious fact that the more embarrassed one party in a tete-a-tete becomes, the greater is the compost1re of the other. Annie Creighton should have colored and suffered at being caught thus, but she didn't.
 "Whats your business, sir?" she asked, with the greatest calmness.
 It's-about my sisters gown-Miss Appleton's, you know?"
 And she took second pair of futing scissors from the stove, testing it's heat by holding it dangerously near her vel vet cheek.
 Major Appleton, being posted in eti- quette and general decorum, saw no harm in carrying home basket of new ly-laundried clothes. So he sat down and waited, while honest Mrs. Barker started from the other room, where she lay upon her bed-a captive to rheumatic pains.
 "She's in hurry, you know" said the major, twirling his thumbs, and thinking how very pretty the grl was.
 " So "m l, said Anna, making the futing scissors glide in and out in most marvellous manner among the clouds of sunny muslin.
 "She wants to wear it, , added the major. "But I say you-know-you're not regular washerwoman ?''
 Anna slightly strengthened herself up.
 My father was colonel in the regular army. My grandfather was Hyde Breigh- ton, of Creighton Manor, on the Hudson. But we are reduced now, and we need money, and I am not ashamed to work. '"
 By jove, you're trump!" said Major Appleton, starting up.
 "Much obliged to you," retorted Anna, with sparkling eyes. "Would you mind holding the sash for me-just a second while I finish this loop?"
 And when Minnie came up to see how her sister was getting on, she found her aided and abetted by the major of cav airy, who was heating the alternate pairs of futting scissors after 8 most scientific fashion
 "Dear me- ; said Miss Appleton, when at last her brother made his appearance, "how long you have been.''
 "Yes," said the major, rubbing his hands with an appearance of great satis faction, i" it took us quite while to finish those last thirteen founces.
 GUS! you don't mean to say that you helped the washerwoman
 "Yes, did, said the major; "and the frocks are down stairs, and I'm going up for game of billiards" And as he went he murmured to himself, s'I thought all girls were alike, but I be- ieve I've discovered one independent- one at last!'
 
 "Grandmamma, I'm going to be mar ried.'
 "You, Nanny? Why, you are but child.'
 Annie Creighton was kneeling beside her grandmother's chair, and the fairy godmother was stroking her curls with one tremulous white hand, where the antique jewels shone like drops of blood and scintillating sparkles of green fire.
 "I'm eighteen, grandmamma.
 "So you are How time flies. Eighteen years old But who's the happy mana We see no society worthy of ourselves, Nanny, and"-
 "I'm sure you will like him, grand mamma. He is coming to pay his re- spects to you tonight. His name is Major George Appleton. He is in the the cavalry, and he owns house on Madison avenue, and-and he loves me, grandmamma.
 Nanny held her black-tressed head on the old lady's shoulder as she spoke the last words.
 "All natural enough, my dear; but do you love him ?'
 ''Yes, grandmamma.
 'And where did you meet him 2 When were you introduced ?''
 "I wasn't introduced at all, returned Nanny, with mischievous elves of flame coming and going in her eyes. "I was fiuting muslin up in Mrs. Barker's room,