Connecticut western news., 1877-07-20

cnargeu IeellngS which had been gath ering for the last few months rushing in one wild torrent to the surface ant choking her utterance. s,o.a..f. I He drew her head tenderly to hel shoulder, and with firm, light touch smoothed the golden hair away from her throbbing forehead until she grew
 60, Ralph, thought you dead, or worse, that you had forgotten me. Why have Inever heard from you? My heart has ached for just one loving word from your pen, have been so, O, so lonely.'i
 "WhY. ZallA rlraresr,' he said, invol- tuntarily drawing Ter nearer, stirred tc his heart depths by the touching sad ness. of her tone, "I have not had a let ter from you for nine, months"
 'Can it be possible? Then you did not know of my address? But how did you find me to day? No one but my friend Mrs. Percy knew of my where abouts." .a. ~ .... ~r
 Ralph told her of the circumstance of the finding, adding-"I was getting desperate, not knowing how to find you, but determined to persevere. Such a lucky mischance does not occur every day."
 At this moment gentle rap came on the door. Zella. opened it and the ser want handed her letter with t'immedi- ate" marked on the corner.
 She held it up to Ralph. smiling, t'Was this the 1etter2 It is from Mrs Percy, as thought"
 'The very same," said he, as he looked at the writing, a very singular circumstance"
 He drew her again to the seat beside him, and deep sigh of perfect content escaped her lips as she felt his strong right arm around her, p .-a.aa -.rta | "My heart has not sung much in these days" said. 'tYou remember our favorites in Tennyson?s The rich soul-sounding depths of sMaud,' the feminine philosophy of the Princes, gave way so the sad, murmuring stan- gas of sIn Memorian;' and it was SC l beaten in upon my brain that you were dead to me that 1 often unconsciously repeated:
 l '' 'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all"
 His lips met hers in a warm pressure. "You have not loved and lost in reality''-''only in imagination" she concluded. .,.......
 "You must get back your roses," he said, lifting her pale face between his palms. "Shall we not walk awhile the air is delightful" ~ ".' "
 "I have not taken much out door exercise,, she said. "It makes me sc lonely to be in a crowd" ,....-...
 They slipped out into the busy streets absorbed in each others talk and pres ence, and walked along until they found themselves in the public grounds.
 They seated themselves on a, rustic bench, with the soft splash of foun. tain sounding dreamily in their ears while the odorous breath of early flow, CTS was borne to their senses on the soft air, and behind piles of brick and stone the sun was sinking to rest.
 The gay throng of promenaders marked the fair delicate face of the girl in deep mourning, and the bronzed handsome gentleman beside her, but they for the time realized no presence save that of each other. Ha.I.
 Something reminds me strongly,'' he said, ''of the night we parted. think the association is caused by some subtle perfume of the fiowers.'' ..
 "I cannot be the associating link,' Zella said, touching her black dress, "I was then in my party array, rich jew els on my neck and fingers, and the only child of the wealthy Mir. West. |" In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls.
 "Well, all is coming back to you again." he said. ..-
 There was long yet eloquent silence. Then Ralph asked-"do you remember the closing scene of the Princess P '' producing as he spoke the well-worn copy of poems which had been his com panion during his travels. ,;rr -a.r
 "Yes, the realization of which would make married life one grand poem, in stead of the broken, unsatisfying thing it too often is." ...,.,......
 "We will try what we can do to make real the beautiful ideal in our future lives" .-.. .... "Ah, me, too beautiful, too perfect for earth, i" said Zella, taking the book in her hand and turning over its criti- cally marked pages.
 sOurs," he went on in 8 low tone, "shall be :....,..t. ............ .......l '
 The two celled hearts .., Beating with one full stroke
 | ''' I.ife-'"
 "Do you know, Ralph, that sitting here amid the glad influence which your presence and the gracious heart of nature breathes upon me, the present seems linked to the happy past, and all the dark period between us like a for gotten dream" -"# @""'e'@
 And here we leave them to walk home with silent responsive hearts through the star gemmed twilight. Irish Wakes. '-u ... '.''
 We object to the ''wake scene' in '"The Shaughraum," because it is not consistent. It is false note in a fine