Connecticut western news., 1877-07-13

Peyerill's death. M asolvency the 6cau monde had lookeoS SNe 2 ,an his pretty daughter, in spite Of Ger coat of arms and the luxur1it.-s the family tree.
 "Then you do not care fig for MT. Helper ?"asked grandma.
 ''It is necessary for me to deny the soft impeachment, when I have almost made up my mind to marry another"
 "When was girl" began the old lady. a
 tsYou loved brocades and brocatelles as well as your granddaughter"
 s'But I7did not sell myself for them. And so you are really engaged to Miles Bond, and there's no help for it ?'
 "Well, not really engaged. I won't give my word-at least not just yet. You see, grandmamma, one hesitates to rivet the chain, as they say in novels. | And then Miles says he will wait; he won't hurry me; he'd rather wait a century in. sweet suspense, as he calls it, than be refused at once. But sup pose it will end all one way" .ae- .. c= E''And what will you answer to Harold l Helper?'' e.z;-. -a- E. O.. :.,.. Heaven only knows. It will not do to tell man who offers one his heart that he ought to have known better. :"
 "Nor that you will not marry him be- cause his father was stone cutter.'
 MT. Helper accepted his refusal, however, with good grace. He made no fuss about it; he merely assured her her happiness would always be dcarer to him than his own. .......o.....
 '"rhat's the letter of a gentleman" '" l said grandma" '" eff his father was forty times stone cutter" *-..
 'Pshaw!" said Miss Agnes, tearing it into fragments; but, curiously enough, gathering them together as soon as Mrs. Peverill's back was turned, as if they were sweet to her as scattered rose leaves. Perhaps she was thinking of the days when Mir. Helper was her fathers clerk, and had taught her chess I of winter evenings-days when she was not so worldly-minded, and more TO- mantle, and didn't guess the. worth of | position and long descent. Perhaps she respectfully remembered the spring mor- nings when they pushed through the woods for wild flowers and ferns, when he. made a quaint. album for her of pressed sea-weeds-she had it hidden away somewhere now. ..
 ''It would never do," she said, halt aloud, answering some unspoken thought. ''I should always be banker ing after faMily and money. One mus1 | give up something; it may as we'll be love as anything. Oh, ifmy father had only been stone cutter, tool"
 Grandma Peverill met MT. Helper in the street later. s'I hope you don't mean to desert us,'' said she, Ssjust be- cause that foolish chit of an. Agnes doesn't know when her bread is well buttered. Remember it's woman's privilege to change her mind.- If you I neglect us, f-f=a E'.-t..-
 You shut your life from happier chance as the poet says. Nobody knows what mag happen.'' @'
 s'But I hear that Miss Peverill has encouraged MT. Bond,' said Harold help1essly. .....
 "And you're going to stand aloof anG let that little Miles Bond walk oyer you? Now let me tell you that I near to make you and Miles executors of my will; so I'd like to keep on. friendly terms with you-don't you seer"
 '"Thank you; but aren't we friends near or apart?'' .- ... ..I5 } "'Tis said that absence conquer! love-" she laughed ''and haven't you heard of the virtue that resides in pro } pinquity? If Agnes sees Miles every , day, and you once in six weeks, whicl do you think she will be most likely t love best ?''
 +"lt is not likely that she will eve love me, whatever happens"
 "Who said she would never love you Aren't you worth forty Miles Bonds p "Certainly not in Miss Peverill's re gard.'' .......-..... -.,- "Prithee, what do you know of he : regard, Sir Faintheart?'' ..... } ''Very little, to be sure."
 ) ''He either fears his rate too much,
 Or his deserts are small,
 That dares not put it to the touch,
 tt To gain or lose it a1l.'" /i''"
 Haven't put my fate to the touch Mrs. Peverill, and haven't found tha my deserts are miserably sma1l?'
 'sDear me! see that you don't knov that women blow twenty ways nor ming. Who knows but she is cryin her pretty eyes out this minute, an . wishing with all her silly heart tha she had it to do over again ?' '.e. '
 "Miles knows," laughed Harold.
 "Come and see who knows best. A , old woman's advice isn't to be sneeze . at. 1 refused my first lover myself, be
 cause I thought he'd come back an
 teaze me into it, but he never did Served me right, too.'' u4r .r
 And Harold did as he was told H
 made himself intimate at the Peverill , as of old. He was there in season an / out of season. He bore with the G
 prices of Agnes and the condescenslor '- of his rival. He was often left to th tender mercies of grandma Peveril II while Agnes and Miles made the gardc /, or the river echo with their songs. H o came and went like a shadow. Whe y Agnes chose to listen, he let loose h
 enthusiasm; and when she gave hi u the cold shoulder, he accepted it witt o out a murmur-as if one should I u grateful for any gift of hers-and fe : back on the old lady's nnfailing kint II ness. One day, however, even grandn Peverill failed him. She walked su, u, denly from a doze, and asked, ''Is ' really love?" glancing after. the tw