Connecticut western news., 1876-07-14

had not done since she nad entered her new world of love and loving. -
 Worlds of what, my dearest 2" asked the light hearted young lawyer. He was clasping her hand in one of his as he spoke, and with the other he turned absently the leaves of the time stained book that lay on the table. A little bit of handwriting that he knew struck his vision; it was the line on the margin:
 "No one to love, nsne to earess."
 Miss Thatcher saw it too. Yes, know" she said, softly. sI wrote it thete. ], could not help it. Twas the tribute of my sympathy"
 He turned to her very earnestly. Something in the tremulous sensitive ness of her face smote his heart pain fully. Tears started to his eyes. He folded his strong arm around her with sense of infinite tenderhess:
 Let me tell you" he said, disen- what g strange thing I found, or of all, you know, I was drawn singu- larly into rapport with the writer by my own sad loneliness. I felt the depth of meaning in his complaint. Yes," she said, trembling, (" I must confess, and I do repent, even in his complaint against Heaven. Alone in the world. Sometimes that happets."
 And here let it be explained to the reader that by an accident in the cradle the writer of the diary had been made physically repellant. and his sensitive soul exaggerated bis misfortune into barrier between himself and the loving sympathies of all mankind. As for wo- | mankind, he knew not-for his mother | died at his birth-eve it's maternal ten | derness.
 "Leonard, dear," Miss Thatcher went on, 'you will think me, perhaps, the most superstitious being but l think and the idea has gathered some req
 sonable pleas-I cannot help thinking that this book is framed as a mode of bequest. I believe the writer, your fathers brother, stung with the bitter thought that his hard earned fortut1e would be spent by those who never knew or cared for him, devised a meth cd by which part at least should be
 the reward of afectionate gratitude"
 She explained to him then her theory of the maps, and her instinctive construc-
 tion of one particular map which she
 had studied at the very last reading in
 the old mill.
 Leonard Mansfeld's cheek flushed as
 he listened. At the close he said: "Your
 reasoning is sufficiently plausible to de-
 serve to be tested, and so it shall be.
 But first promise me one thing prom
 ise me that if this mil acle of intuition
 proves true, you will be my wife to-mor-
 row. My darling, you shall not say
 Mo-" He prevented her, indeed, in a
 lo7er-like way from saying anything.
 And silence is eyes" to love.
 The last day of August the whole viii
 lage was thrown into torment of ex-
 cited curiosity. The excitement began
 in one of the twin houses on the Meet
 ing house hill '' at five o'clock in the
 morning. Miss Tabitha Butts stood in
 her nightdress peeping through the
 blinds of dormer window. She never
 could tell, as she declared afterward, ,
 what made her peep.
 She saw the back door of "Dick Sea- mans open, and Louisa Thatcher look
 mysteriously out. Then she saw Tim,
 the miller's boy, creep stealthily around
 the porch with 8 pickax and spade,
 WHICH u0 gave JO IA1SS AAhuCuO1, "AO disappeared with them into the house. Then Tim, stealing back again as far as the lilac bushes, and cautiously survey ing all approaches, put his hand over
 his mouth and gave low whistle. I'm mediately from the horse shed by the church man came very quickly, and, l nodding to Tim as he passed, hastened to the highroad. Miss Tabitha was | | l. Iro , his face, that this man was the young
 stranger to the village who had been SC l infatuated with Miss Thatcher.
 Then Miss Thatcher came to the doo1 l again and beckoned to Tim, and whis pered; and he went, around by way o1 t the church, down the plum orchard, tc l the mill.
 A pickax and spadel Miss Tabiths , had cold shivers; she could think o1 : nothing but grave. When, two hours , afterward, the coast being clear, she } sped across the garden patch to the { ssmeetin' house shed," her fancy los ] none of it's horrors, for there, in the
 northeast corner, was a space of fresE turned mold.
 7 Miss Tabitha went. home, put on hel sunbonnet, and was "down to the vii 2 lage in no time."
 The next excitement was at the som
 nolent dwelling of old Squire Wells 8 MT. Mansfield had been closeted witt , him an hour. And when the squire re l appeared he nearly upset his ancien l wife in the hallway i'll haste to get hi @ hat and coat, and choked till he wa e scarlet, screaming into her wrong ca f that he was going to U. "o on bizuiss I e Of he went at such 8 novel pace tha
 the poor dame's feeble faculties arouse' e themselves to concentrate upon one fata @ remembrance: "When an old hors 7 that has allers walked takes to .runnir D away, there's no ind O damage"
 l. Excitement third was sealed letter
 dropped by MT. Seaman's Ezri into tn d post office at ten o'clock, the hour c l. general delivery, directedt to the trustee d of the district school, which body, be l. ing in quorum on the spot, opened 6 t, once the resignation of Miss Thatcher l T. favor of the highly recommended cand ]. date for the winter term, to whom the n had kindly given her the preference. l. Excitement fou1th attacked aaxe
 haired Nettie's mother, pleasant face y little widow, to whom Tim, who ha r. ridden to U. and back again at breal in neck speed, brought 8 note from th d minister of U., saying he would su to with her that evening, eff agreeable, re as he was coming to Red Cedar Pon ,n Gin virtue of his ofice,' senten6 . underlined like pleasantly, that so ul le set the good widows brain as to spo of the count of her one-two three-four cak 1t Last of all, and the grand excitemel Id of the day, was the ringing, at fol o'clock in the afternoon, of the mee @. ing house bell. "Who is dead ?" evel IS one asked, as the first few slow strok d were counted but once fairly set goini ts the old bell tripped up all calcul n tions: fifty, eighty, hundred; still O