Litchfield enquirer., 1877-01-25

But on closer examination she saw that the bed had not been slept in.
 And at that sight a foreboding of evil crept into Heather's heart. that she has tened down stairs to confide to her fa- ther.
 Father. you do not think 1t possible. do you, that Nennphar has run away?,' she said, after relating what she had seen 5
 "Run away. childl What do you
 ..Only, father. 2 said Heather. brushing the tears out of her eyes. s.We had guar. rel last night. t.-Nenuphar and 'I,-do not ask me what about for indeed could not tell you; and have never seen her since. Perhaps she has gone away to try and find new homer'
 Nonsense, child! where would she go toys
 But despite his decided tones John Clermont half doubted his own words; for he seemed to see before him the eyes which had haunted him so of late, be- cause of the shadow of paiu that had crept into them, and troubled their calm depths. Ear and wide they hunted for any trace of the lost glrl, but nothing could be heard of her.
 Towards noon came Sebastian to aid in the search:s and he and MT. Clermont, both somewhat Iemorseful, though for such different reasons, started off afresh through the steadily pouring rain, leaving anxious, miserable Heather behind them.
 It was four o'clock when the two men at length found themselves down by the lake where the water-lilies grew; and then Johns cheek grew suddenly white, and even Sebastian 8 abronzed, complexion paled; for amongst the broad green leaves and white blossoms that covered the sur face of the lake. was something else that lay there almost as still and white-Nenu- phar! .Gs1 a2l2~ ss1k
 The boat that was always chained at the entrance into the boat-house had been loosed from it's moorings, and had drifted out little way from land. It may have been that, having loosed it, she slipped and fallen in the darkness. Any from their thoughts as they lifted her out of the waters that had .iasn her cradle as a child, and had now become her grave. f1sL The lilies looked just as calm and
  ing long ago. They did not droop or fade because their sister-their namesake- had found her death amongst them; only the reeds and rushes that grew by the edge. seemed to murmur to each other sorro 1fully of the sad fate that had be- fallen the lily who had gone away out of their sight, and had only returned to die.
 This was Nenuphar's requiem. This, and Heather's soft words of pity over Sebastian's recital of the events of the night before. Heather, who, sure of the love she had won, was able to afford love to the memory of the girl who had lived such calm, self-contained, only half comprehended life amongst them for so long, and had then passed away in such 8 terrible storm.
 After all" said John Clermont. re. turning once more to his dreams and fam cies of the girl whom, if he had not ex- actly loved. he had at any rate admired, and in whose life and future he had grown to take an interest, ,-'after all, she was nothing but flower; beautiful one, I grant You-still nothing but howeri'
 Pardon me-" said Sebastian gently. remembering, as he spoke, the sorrowful eyes that had looked into his that dark stormy night pardon me-but think she was 8 woman before she died !''
 It is our unpleasant duty to announce that the grave of the inventor of the ae- cordion IS unmarked by stone. But, It is 8 great consolation to know that he is dead.
 It is getting so that old-time methods don't amount to any thing. Three men with strings around their thumbs, were Tn Fulton dry goods store yesterday, star ing vacantly at the shelves. =. A dandy in Broadway wishing to be witty, accosted an old rag-man as follows: "Yon take all sorts of trnmpery in your cart. don't you?" "Yes; jump in-jump in iv q