Litchfield enquirer., 1876-11-16

- " ell, uOG very 1OuS, oaiO ooS, Uot don't you see it would come to much the same thing?"
 .'Oh, it would come to much the same thing, would it? We'll, excuse me if l say don't quite see that"
 Because, you dull boy, if the old gen. tleman does not leave his money to her he will be sure to leave it to us. He nev- CT will suppose had anything to do with urging you to marry the girl; and if he leaves us his money of course we will do something for you. What right has that Hindoo brat to the money? Have we not looked after that old man, and cared for him, and humored him these years and years? and now this wretched half breed girl comes in and robs us of every thing But she sha'n't do it if I can helpit! Now, Allan, the game is in your hands-play it! You will admit that it is quite time you began to do something for your father and your family .-
 s'So then am to make @ scoundrel of myself and a beggar and an outcast of the best and sweetest girl in the world to serve my family and oblige my step-moth- CT? No, Mrs. Falconbridge, thank you. I may have been good for nothing. l will not be bad for every thing. 1 have heard your advice, Mrs Falconbridge, and be- lieve me, mean to act upon it!''
 ''You will not betray me' You will not go to the old man and tell him what have said? Oh, Allan, you will not do that?"
 "No, Mrs. Falconbridge, will not do that. Even such confidence as that you volunteered shall be respected by me. But you have shown me what l ought to do, what I ought to have done long ago; and will do it!''
 Allan Falconbridge had been thinking much and seriously of late over his worth less and barren past. Love for girl had made him earnest, had unsealed the springs of resolution in his heart, had called up his slumbering manhood, and bade it assert itself. Love had redeemed him, had, in fact, called into being the true Allan Falconbridge.
 That night he resolved that he would begin a new career. The first step in this must be to rescue linda Torrens from the chance of sacrificing herself for him. He would leave England as a common emigrant, cross the wide Atlantic. and begin his new existence amidst the fresh life of the New World-of the ''bountiful infinite Vest
 Mrs. Falconbridge' saw that she had made mistake but she was not foiled nor even discouraged. On the contrary she began to see way to make things go better than they had promised at first. She paid visit to MT. Torrens's and she accomplished two purposes there. She told linda that Allan was about to l"ave England forever on her account next day; she told MT. Torrens's that his grand daughter was madly in love with the handsome scape-grace, and was ready to fling herself at his head. The old man at first refused to believe Ter she offered to prove it if he would only place himself in her hands. He looked at her with curious expression on his face and then consented. ...
 Allan had gone into the nearest town to get some few necessaries for his voy- age. Mrs. Falconbridge had told Hinda when he would probably return, and showed her the path through little shrubbery at the back of the parso' mage house by which he would be sure tc come.
 There, on a soft summer evening, Miss Torrens takes her stand, and waits with eager impatient eyes, always glancinne toward the little gate through. which he | must enter.
 Presently the little gate swings open, and Allan slowly comes along the wrlk with melancholy face and downcast eyes To him springs Hindr, and cries,
 "Oh, Allan. are you really going away ?"
 s'Miss Torrens p
 ''Don't call me Miss Torrens! Call me Hinda p
 "Hinda, then I did not expect to sec you here-or any more, indeed. "Whv are you going away ?" "Because I have been a worthless, gooC l for nothing creature becanse l am ashamed of myself, and the life l have led; because have learned now to wisl | for something more worthy of a man. 'Take me with you, Allan-for love you."
 "I will not take you Hinda-for I love you
 And in spite of all Spartan resolve aud heroism he did just once clasp her ln his arms and touch her lips with his; ano she made no resistance.
 "Oh, Allan, if you love me, why do yor leave me ?"
 l Because would save you from my wretched worthless self: because l have a new hard life to begin, and ] could no 1 than half of the penalty of my past folly and idleness To marry me would be to disinherit yourself ana accept poverty, and I should not. perhaps, mind ever | that, if my poverty were undeserved anC honorable; but poverty in my case is sin and a shame"
 "Oh, Allan, would bear anything fol and with you !"
 ''Love, ] cannot destroy your life by accepting such a sacrifice. No, deares linda, 1t cannot be so, indeed. I am no so selfish. Think of how much you owt your grandfather, and of his age, and how 1t would grieve him if you were to fling your self away on a creature like me"
 "But will beg of him. and he will con sent Oh, when he knows that canno be happy otherwise, he will consent H. 1 is to good to refuse P
 ''Re is to good, dearest, to let 'yor throw away your life on such worthless being, as 1 am v
 s'No, he isn't, Allan Falcolnbridge p { loud voice exclaimed almost at the very ears of the startled lovers, who sprane apart with wonderful alacrity. '"He's nothing of the sort. He is not half. goot enough to attempt anything of the. kind He has spoiled two lives by his obstinacy and he is not going to do anything of tht kind again Allan Falconbrldge, l alway' thought you were a scapegrace, and never liked you before but find you ar, a man of heart and spirit and honor ant my advice is, that if you will not talk linda with you. you had better let he1 induce you to stay in England with her.! And Mr. Torrens came scramblins through the hedge and grasped the aston ished Allan Falconbridge by the hand
 In fact, Mrs Falconbridge's plot hat failed most miserably the petticoatet engineer was hoist by her own petard.
 The ne'et -do-well married linda, an. is making her good husband. He IS ia king to the bar as profession, being de termined to shape career for himself and he is remarkable for the energy witt which he studies. If he is not one da Lord Chancellor it will be from no wan of patient application and labor.
 Mrs. Falconbridge has never since bee taken into favor by MT. Torrens. Sh