Litchfield enquirer., 1876-02-24

After all, mysinterview with the rnar.. chese never came off. I went to Stresa that very afternoon. But. strange to say, though retured to England almost i'm mediately y afterward, was. never able to give Dr. Brooke any lucid information concernipg the dinner at the famous Hes
 One day, in the following spring, as I went into my club, a little packet vas put into my hands. How it ever reached me was marvel. r> II, was addressed to the "ItLustrissixao ,Sigaore Mules. Hotel .fIes Hes BOrTOnaees, Stresa;" but the original directions had been crossed over by a va riety of others.9 The seal had never been broken, however, til broke 1t, and found within the packet biggish box and a lit- tie letter. I opened the little letter first It was written in the stiff, childish hand 1 had seen once before, and was dated St. Morltz, Christmas day, 187-
 ''Illmo. 'S,gnore, II send you, m my husband's 8 name, email packet, containl ing token of his regard for the service you rendered him, that day,at Luino. He had hoped to have placed it in your hands himself and, for that purpose, solicited the honor of visit, and we wondered much over your sudden absence. He is dead now, the good marchese, and think scarcely kneS how good he- was till he was gone from me- He left me much money, but only kept enough to take me home to my mother, and have. gwen the rest back to his faniIyy What does tons want of money when one lives on the mountains and, if one has been born amongst them, one cannot live anywhere else at least. not well. That is what Cousin Bertol says. His farm has pros. pered. He wants ne Eo go there and live with him. some day. But shall weary the signor 1nglese with my affairs, and 1 only wanted to'thank him for his Kindness to me. For, from first to last as the good signore will doubtless remember. conil not help talking to him about myself for -because-I trust he ill not be offended he always reminded me so much of Cousin Bertol." .........-
 The letter was simply signed SsF'rona. the grand old Venetian name not being added to it. 9sTE{1IThN T1s
 The box contained two little miniatures of the marchese and bis yoang wife. The portfn ess were very good; they were nice- ly painted, and set into cases adorned with coronets, and joined together with knot of blue veronica flowers. They are the prettisst orsiament in my bachelor rooms. and frequent source of wonderment and speculation to my friends.
 You did not think had such aristo- cratic acquaintance ?" say I, laughing. to Miss Brooke, one day, when she and some other lady friends had honored my rooms with thelr company to tea party. .@
 Miss Brooke looked at, the. miniatures long and earhestly.d 5f7s IT
 "l remember the face, now !" she said. "It is the face that's looked out of the traveilng carriage. and laughed at our snow balls On tlle Befniha pass. ! .And4 I remember the story, too. The girl was the daughter of some people at St. Moritz, who had once been iptolerahae circum. stances. but had become very poor. And thenathe marquis appeared, and carried heeof It was,quite like fairy story. but wonder if she was happy, poor, lit. tie thing I I remember her mother used to talk about my daughter, the marchio4 ness, but l never could learn much from he: She did part of the washing at the Kuhn, you know. Why, Mir. Miles, with