Litchfield enquirer., 1875-12-02

instead of young person in modsrate circumstances, his mother never would have her son on friendyl terms with girl who had larked of to the White Noun tains as q base and common dining-room girl. She never had either fall cold or a bottom to her purse And it is possible Ton of Ton himself may feel only a curi- osity about me and lose interest as soon asmy mystery is dispslisd. Beside. all this will be over in . few days-~th Is the 10th of September. and we 90 away the 1st of ostOser. I.-aY
 All OCTOBER 10.
 Home again did not think to finish my letter here, but seem to be doing it have slept every morning for q peek until o'clock to celebrate the fadk tat \ am not in 8 garret, and need not get up at sunrise. My mother expected to see me filled with the fruit of my own devices. So am, but mt nnpleasantly. Life is not without its rewards. By much skill ful strategy saved myself much misery of body. can set table for clam bake CT Shahis wedding breakfast, my Ens- hsh Sarah has nice place in your famlTa . thistle-down Ellen has blown over aSnSw leaf, has interested Mrs. Seers in her, and is going to stay with her all winter, learn ing to keep house nicely. I earned money enough to pay my passage home, and re. pay my father, who advanced me money enough Co take me up there, my business like promptitude in the last mentioned act astOnished the gentleman, I did it with such an air as of man to man and asking no favors. But must tell you about that journey home. On the 1st of October, there was a grand breaking up at the - house. Servants and guests went of together. Cook and waiter, lady and gentleman-Ton of Ton, his mother and sister, and Betty. the dining room girl-we all hustled into the stage, and clanked and tangled down to the station. resumed my stylish travelling dress, my hobby hat. and my last precious pair of French boots. With gloves on you would not have dreamed that had ever handed soup or cut bread. At the little station were guests from the other houses, and, the first I knew, little Holmes with his red hair and png nose and sweet manly face dawned on my horizon. and poured enthusiastic greeting at my feet. How many embarrassing questions he dld ask ne Where had been ? Why had he not knosn? Where was the rest of my party etc. was so glad to see him I forgot all about lockers on, aud We chat ted away like two swallows on a house. top. until happened to turn, and there was Ton of Ton looking at me with all sorts of things in his face. Mischief, tri- umph-In have you now, ,no getting away m VRaa am exninnv tr ohnnk you. and make an enemy of friend. All that was written on hIs features, and fair ly made his mustache curl up to his nose. Holmes followed my eyes-I suppose there was . sort of horrible fascination visible in my face, turned. saw Ton, and exclaiming, ''What Mather here ?" started after him. They had joyous greeting, talked a few minutes, and I saw Ton of Ton ask tO be introduced to me- The way the innocent Holmes pranced up to me. with him, and the flourish with which he named us to each other, and declared his happiness at making two such friends of his acquainted. was enough to destroy anybody who knew the whole thing. Ton of Ton looked graver than John Rogers at the stake, said he was happy to know me, and had long desired an acquaintance. responded with the face of Q tom bstone, but when he commenced such innocent and society questions as Have you been long in the mountains Bet-Miss Gray ?" and have you enjoyed your sum- mer trip. Miss Gray ?" there was so much laughter that Holmes looked little pug xled not to think We were 8 little touched in the upper story. Meantime Mrs. Ton sat there swelling wisibly" and turning pea-green at the astonishing state of things, while his sister was torn between violent surprise. and her ruling sentiment that her brother could do no wrong.
 Such fun as we had all the way to Bos- ton. Ton of Ton vibrated between the seat where his mother and sister were and the one where Holmes and were. Dur ing pause at station, while his mother was buying late pears from the window, he abducted his sister, and brought her over. introduced her, and paid no atten- tiOn to his mother when she turned round and surveyed him with an awful look. Of course was dancing with mischief-that IS not necessary to mention. Ton of Ton lapsed easily into French once, at which Miss Mather pricked up her ears, and thought there was going to be joke, but I said. with all the innocence of new milk, ''Oh. dear, is that German How nice it sounds Now wish I had studied it when in school" Nobody laughed, and Miss Mather looked thoroughly mystified. Poor Holmes does not know to this day what abysses and volcanoes he was on the brink of while we all rode merrily to Bos- ton. Ton of Ton asked if ever visited Boston. and hoped to be permitted to call next time was there, and then asked leave to call on me when at home, aver ring that he often had occasion to go through here on business. I didnot be- lieve him and do not expect to see him, but of course was polite. And so end eth my tale. am lonesome and blue: probably I miss the hustle of the - house. How the snow will be falling on it very soon.
 Good-by, with much love.
 BEcKIE GRAY.
 F. S.-A blue .nosed telegraph boy is at the gate. Do you think it could be d tel egram from Ton of Ton?
 F. S.-Ten minutes later. It was it is: t am. That angelic telegraph boy I dismissed him with fifty cents in scrip am not in the least lonesome What IS my most becoming dress [? Bless you.