Connecticut western news., 1877-06-22

But he was too angry, too little in love with Miss De Marrenne, too madly in love with Patience, and too tired of his bondage to be wise.
 "Here is your ring, sir; you can give it to Patience Pitcher"
 ''Thanks," he answered; "here is yours, and may the next wearer be more happy in his bondage than have been.''
 "Good-by sir!'' she said, sweeping away.
 There was nothing to be done now but to leave, and he entered the house, packed his valise, and crossed the road to the hotel, where he remained all night. -5 Dfa.
 The next morning, he started for Pottsdam. It was nearly one year and half since he had seen Patience over year since he had written to her. Where would he see her first? He hoped she would be in the orchard un- derneath the tree where they parted ; and so he travelled on. It took two days to reach Pottsdam from Miss De Marrenne's country seat, and the days were anxious one to Hugh
 Would she forgive him for his silence Of course she would. Hark! the bells are ringing; perhaps she is to be mar ried. Pshaw how nervous he is grow ing! Yet here he stands at the little depot, half a mile away from Patience s home, and dared not ask for her. At last he walked away; half way between the station and the house, is the black smiths shop. The bellows are being worked vigorously, and 8 young man, with leather apron on, was singing Justify as he poked the fire, then drew out the iron and hammered it with strong blows upon the anvil. Hugh watched him awhile. Had Patience forgotten him and married this man :? At last the smith saw him and stopped hammering.
 Anything can do for you, sir? ?'' he inquired.
 "Where is MT. Pitcher? ?"
 HPitcher? Oh, he sold out to me about month ago, and went to Vest ville.' t.- ----
 ''Did he take his family with him ?'' "Oh, yes, couldn' t very well go with out them,'' he said, with an effort to be jocOse. .+ -.
 "How far is Westville from here ?"
 "About thirty miles or so.''
 Railroad leading there ?'' - "Oh, no! Stages run as far as Brownstown, then you'll have to chance it from there five or six miles.''
 "Thank you," said Hugh, turning away.
 "Oh, by the way, he didn't take all his family with him,'' called out the smith. a.: ff
 "No? Whom did he leave?''
 ''His daughter; couldn't take her along, he had no more claim to her."
 Hugh dared not ask whom she mar ried, but waited for the 1oquacious smith to inform him. ~.5 .-.t .tEs . "Didn't know it? Perhaps you knew her, sir; mighty fine girl; set her heart on city chap, they tell me-I'm stranger here-but he went back on her.o
 "Whom did she marry?''
 "Marry! She's not married, sir she's dead.'
 Hugh Nelson laid his head upon the forge and cried, and the smith, seeing the strong man. weep, and surmising who he was, drew aside. and rubbed his eyes with the corner of his leather apron, and swore at the cinders.
 The news was so unexpected so sud- den. Dead "I shall die without you." she had said, and she died.
 He found her where he had left her, beneath the same old apple tree, but the lips were no longer responsive to his, the voice fell never upon his ear in loving tones, the arms embraced him not.
 Hugh Nelson did what any sensible man would have done. He dried his eyes and returned to Miss De Marrenne and in October they were married, and she had the pleasure of paying all his little bills, and furnishing him with cigars and champagne ill the future.
 He lost the wheat in the garnering, and contents himself with the husks and grumbles not; but he makes an- nual visits to Pottsdam, and the good people of the neighborhood point him out as the man who broko the heart of Patience Pitcher, but who loved her after all ---- :: .--