Connecticut western news., 1876-09-15

AS ne went on, waxing elOQuenG, It suddenly struck him that needle woman would not be familiar with these poems, and he paused, to have her, to his greater surprise, take up the sub ject, and deliver criticism far better and cleverer than his own.
 From Browning and that more re- splendent genius, his wife, to Tennyson, Dickens, Thackeray, and at last George Eliot, of whom the seamstress spoke with deeper crimson on her cheeks and brighter light in her glorious brown eyes. "Silas Marner," she said, is the loveliest ''- By this time the doctor had become so interested in watching the play of the prettily curved lips and the bewitching dimples that came and went with every smile, hs ceased to hear what the enthusiastic speaker was saying; and when she, look ing at him straight in the face, asked |: "Don't you agree with me, doctor 2" he was obliged to stammer ''I beg a thousand pardons, but what was your last remark2"
 It is I who should beg pardon, |" said the pretty seamstress, with a charming little grimace. "How thought less have been Of course you have patients waiting for you. How could go on soG" The doctor wished she'd go on forever. "But pray don't stay another minute; only tell me what to do if baby is taken sick again, and if find l can't manage him, I'll send for you immediately. I hope, however, to be able to get along without you"
 The doctor hoped she wouldn't-in- ternally, of course and then he said: "I assure you, madam, have still an hour at your service." Oh, wicked Dr. Stone and old Mrs. Aspen grooming with rheumatism and expecting you by appointment this blessed momentl 1T shall be only too happy to stay-Imean, think 1t necessary l should remain. These childish complaints are, as per haps you are not aware of, often very dangerous. And again, oh, wicked Dr. Stone for you know you are quite sure nothing serious is the matter with baby Prescribe for yourself, doctor. It is you who have caught 6 danger ous malady. In spite of your sneers and scoffs all your life long at the tender passion-in spite of your emphatic dec laration not more than an hour ago-you have fallen in love, and she isn't sweet sixteen, and she is-a seamstress.
 "A princess" he repeated to himself again, and then he said, aloud: '' will, at least, remain until the baby's grand mamma arrives"
 "Oh, if that is all that detains you, go at onoe," said the fair one with the golden locks, a mischievous smile dancing over her lovely lips and in her big brown eyes. "She is here.
 Here9" repeated the doctor. "Where2
 "Why, didn't nurse tell you9 I'm baby's grandmamma, and dotingly fond of my grandson too." Then out burst the merriest little laugh, that was hushed in a moment, for fear of waking the sleeping child, for the doctors face was comical study. A dozen different ex. pressions were mingled there, as he re- membered that the girl wife, Mrs. Phil lips, had once spoken to him of hel sweet mamma-a widow, and 8 widow for the second time. But who could have dreamed of such . widow-such g mamma-such grandmamma Scarcely knowing what he did, he bo yed himself from the room, forgetting all about the directions he was to leave, and hastened into the street.
 "Good heavens, how preposterous r he exclaimed, as soon as he recovered his senses "and how beautiful l''
 And just six months from that day Payne was shouting at the top of his voice in the doctors office "Ha ha ha Be groomsmanG Of course l will old fellow But when I think of the young girl who never loved another transformed into a double widow-ha ha! ha land a grandmother in the bargain-ho ho ho!"-
 elf you don't shut your mouth Payne," said the doctor, seriously "you'n have terrible cold on you lungs, and I won't answer for the conse quences."