Litchfield enquirer., 1878-11-14
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 ''But, Aunt Eunice," shid, stifing my P daughter as best could, ''a chimney hasn't 2 fgkt." = s'Certainly not :" retorted Aunt Eunice. SC. verely. "A chimney has .fue, but not .a fig1 and aswallow has flight, but not teU That is just what say. You see that it is in, correct altogether. There is no wit in such a thing as that-not even sense"
 The attempt at enlightening her in regard tc the pun was palpably hopeless, and l gave it up in despair. It is singular that she should be so totally devoid of imagination on some points. while in other respects it is so vivid. do wonder what idea she has taken into her head lately She seems full of some project which forces tsighs from her breast and inco- herent words from her lips every time she looks at me when we are alone together. Yesterday we had very mysterious conversational least it was mysterious to me; 1 suppose she , undeytood it EE5-E<s ~ ~tt
 My dear," she said, after several false starts, ''are you quite sure that your mother knows all about Mir. Duncan?"
 ''All about him ?" said, somewhat puzzled T don't exactly know what you mean. She knows that he is here, of course, and she knows all that Uncle Jack has told her l; but all about him is very wide phrase"
 About his profession, I mean" said Aunt Eunice. grT5nTE .2JC sgllsl .s
 "Oh yes !" replied, in temporary forgetful- ness of her hallucination. "She knows all about that, of course" y,-&r..rx.Fya -.- -v
 Aunt Eunice shook her head slowly. s' @s1-
 Well, it's all a puzzle to me- The Nor tons always held their heads SO high, and that your mother should be willing I can't help thinking that there is some mistake somewhere, and have been thinking whether it isn't my duty to write to your mother" -as e Ihave no doubt that she will be very glad to hear from you," I said, laughing ''but hardly think you can tell her any thing about MT. Duncan that she does not know already"
 ''I don't know" said Aunt Eunice. q am beginning to have my doubts and"
 Just here Bridget appeared to claim my at tention and the subject dropped
 October Ton, Aunt Eunice Aunt Eu- n:ce Mamma has come home. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry when think of her face as l first saw it. Such dear, puzzled, anxious, unhappy face as it was but I must begin at the beginning to write it all down.
 Just as we were sitting down to dinner last night mamma came home, without having sent us word of hint or warning. I was too much delighted to see her to inquire very close 1y into the reason of her coming, but supposed that Aunt Amy had suddenly become so much better that she could dispense with mammals presence. That was the truth, it appeared af- terward, but not all the truth When I went to bed, mamma followed me up stairs.
 Marion, my dear," were her first words, ''what trouble have you been getting yourself into?"
 Trouble, mamma ?'' said ssWhy, it has been nothing but trouble from beginning to end-only for Mir. Duncan. Aunt Eunce has been too absurdy; and this idea of hers about the butcher"
 broke down here and went into one of my bysterical fits of laughter, while mamma stood looking at me with face of grave perplexity.
 ''What about the butcher, Marion ?" she said, when had in some degree succeeded in controlling myself. "That is just what want to know. Aunt Eunice has been writing to me in way which would have frightened me out of my senses only that I couldn't make head or tail of it-about 'butchers.' and 'en- tanglements,' and rides in butchers carts,' and goodness knows what besides. Have you been running in debt to the butcher, Marion, or WnaL OOeS II all mean 7!
 Writing to you? Aunt Eunice !" gasped, as well as l could for laughing. 'Oh, man. ma! don't you see? It's Mir. Duncan Aunt Eunice has taken it into her head that he is butcher, and do hope that you will be more successful than in disabusing her mind of the impression" sE
 And then told her the story as nearly as possible as have written it down here, until between horror and laughter, mamma was nearly in convulsions.
 "You poor child !" she sald 'T had no idea what was leaving you to. Aunt Eunice al- ways was little eccentric, but had no idea that she was like this, or never would have done it."
 Well, mamma is here again, and it's all right. Nothing very bad can happen now. will copy Aunt Eunice's letter here as men- ento:
 My DEAR FRANCES, Il think it my duty to write and tell ycn hew things are going on here, and how you could do it.passes my con- prehension. Only common butcher and she your only daughter and though the Nortons have never been rich, they have always held their heads high. Never one of the family has been in trade, and now this butcher! I'll not deny that he is handsome young man, and very clever for his station, and butchers may be very civil-spoken young men, and butchers carts are not so bad as you might think to ride in, but still this entangement does seem rather a coming down for Norton and my opinion is that both you and Marion had better think seriously what you are about, and that you had better come home and see after her. She is good girl, but young and giddy, and 1 should be sorry to see her in trouble. hope you will take this as it is meant, and believe me-
 "Ever your sincere friend and well-wsher.
 ''EUNIOE SINGLETON"
 October 18.-When mamma came home I thought that all my troubles were over, when in reality they had only begun. I can never hold up my head again never Mamma talked to Aunt Euntce, and reasoned with her, and tried to convince her that Mir. Duncan is no butcher, but a lawyer who is rising rapidly in his profession, and blds fair to be one of the first men of the day. What is the use of argu- ing with a-well, with Aunt Eunice, though Instead of convincing her on that point, she only succeeded in driving another idea deeper into her, head. AS neither mamma nor had ever suspected the existence of this idea-we couldn't itFwas too absurd-we never thought of assuring her of it's falsity. If we had, I don't suppose it would have done any good, though. That l am in love with Mir Duncan. or that he is in love with me - don't knew which is the widest or the worst. That he had come here in the character of an accept ed lover, when, until the day he did come,s we had never even met The one idea which Aunt Eunice retained in her mind of all that mamma had said was that she had no objection to MT. Duncan and this she translated into perfect willingness to accept him as her son-in- law. = t5 Thereupon Aunt Eunice considered it her duty to congratulate him upon the engage naent the next time she saw him. What must he think of us-ef me ? She went on enlarg ing upon the fact that as the Nortons had sunk thelr family pride so far as to accept him, she could have nothing to say against 1t. though it was thing that she would never have looked for, etc., etc. And was in the back-room and heard every word. couldn't get out, be- cause the door into the hall happened to be looked upon the outside, and I would have staid in the room until doomsday rather than comfort them. He, poor man, was utterly dazed and well-nigh speeches.. As first i hoped that he had not caught her meaning