Connecticut western news., 1877-04-27
Jessamine's Happiness.
BY MARY REED cRowELL.

They were as unlike as one could Imagine two girls to be-Maude Ire .ea vanien, tall and stately as lily, with 5 naughty way of carrying her head, and her low, refined voice, that for worlds she would not have heard above certain, well-regulated, aristocratic pitch-with black eyes and pale, ivory complexion, contrasting superbly with the curving. scarlet lips and inky black hair; that was arranged always in a stylish and becoming way-a way that the country girls initiated in vain, so far as the effect was concerned. g Standing in the open doorway of the Horton house, where she had been "boarder" since the first blossom had been showered, like g. rain of fragrant snow, on the velvety grass, Maude Trevanien- made 8 striking contrast, in her young, proud strength and pulsing vitality, to the little thing sitting so de- murely, so quietly. on the lowest step g of the piazza "a slight fragile girl, with pale, delicate skin, like the petals of a tea-rose, with big, sorrowful eyes of liquid gray-gray as one seldom sees. with warm, bronze lights in their grave, wistful depths; and soft, fossy hair like child's.
 Jessamine herself was 80 like child that her eighteen years of delicate girl hood seemed almost dream to look back upon-to that time when she was left, motherless baby, on the hands of the landlord of the little inn, where 8 gentle-voiced, sad-eyed woman, herself scarce more than girl, had laid down her own life, and given to the mercies of utter strangers this little waif, who, from that hour when the dying mother had whispered "Call it Jessamine," i" tc the midsummer day when she sat on the farmhouse steps, locking up into Maude Trevanien's face, had known nc home but Horton farm. no parents ex. cept the big-souled, rough-voiced far. mer and his gentle, blue-eyed little wife, whose heart was equally divided between Jessie and her own child--big stalwart, handsome John, who was heir to all the wealth of the estate, and who lorded it already over everybody, after his ownjoyous, frank cheery way, for which everybody, from Jessamfne clear up to Miss Trevanien adored him.
 a- Jessamine was sitting very demurely and quietly on the lower step of th' porch that lovely, sunshiny day, whel Maude TreYanien came to the edge O. the piazza, 30 beautiful, so strengthful 90 soft-voiced and smiling, as she frs looked down upon, and then spoke t. Jessamine.
 GA silver penny for your thoughts Jessie; although I am sure I can gues about what they are. You are wonder ing what 1t means-what MT. Hortol and his mother have gone to the cit to-day to buy, with that old walle stuffed full of bank-notes."
 Her bright eyes did not betray tn eagerness she felt, nor did she allow he low, even tones to manifest it.
 Jessamine had flushed ever so slightl when Maude's voice had startled he from her dreamy little reverie, and tn mention of John Horton's name ha deepened it little; for 1t was of hand some John, who was always so gooG so thoughtful, so tender, that her gir fish heart was dreaming.
 The practical matter-of-factness Maude's question dissipated the sligt confusion she imagined, and wrongl! that Maude had not seen.
 Her voice was very sweet-soft { Maude's own-and with true melod in it.
 "Yes, know, for auntie told me- she had been taught to call Mrs. Horto auntie. "They are going to refurnis the parlor, and buy piano, and Joh is to have chamber-set of walnut, ma ble tops" ....
 Her frank blue eyes were looking il nocently into the half-mocking dal ones, whoseexpressionm matched Maude lips as she replied:
 ''Of course I know all that-Joh consulted me about the parlor carp and the bed room suit. But I ask yc if you knew what it was all forp'
 Jessamine looked surprised.
 "All forr Why for nothing, but have the house look nice and more f shionable. What else would 1t be for 1 Maude spread her rustllng silk ski over the clean steps, as she sat down. ssFa y,oaaihlo that vn,1 don