Connecticut western news., 1878-08-01

Ing with a more cautious tread than be- fore, but perhaps the sound of his steps had reached her for as he stood on the threshold, she came to the window, and lifting the curtain, looked out into the street. She did not observe him, but he obtained glimpse of her face and fig ure. That tall, delicate form, that white brow, and that raven r,-it was she !! and as she aga1n let fall the curtain, he pushed open the unbarred door, and stepped within the apartment.
 The widow was startled; she raised her head suddenly, for it had been bowed over the couch of her sleeping child j; but she uttered no shriek. There was something n that figure which stood be- fore her, and which she recognized as the same, who, two hours before, had solicited her charity-that held her si- lent and spel-bound. Did her eyes de- ceive her, or was she dreaming? :|
 The man pushed his hat from his head, and brushed tbe hair from his high, broad brow, and then he sank on one knee before the lady, and murmured in broken tones
 "Annot, can you forgive me, and will you be mine again n?'' st.N"t. ]
 The widow-no, Mrs. Bruges was no longer widow, for it was her husband who was kneeling before her. The re- port of his death which had reached her years age, was unfounded-Mrs. BEuges wound her arms around that repentant man, and pressed her lips to his.
 Do you see how wretched am ?'' asked the man, striving to check her caresses-" do you know that for my base assertion the law will release you from me ?' ......:. -.1.. a.l
 But the wife only drew him to the couch of their sleeping child, and whis- pered-" Dear George, my heart tells me, and your countenance confirms it. there is more happiness in store for us than we have ever yet known p
 The little Annot awoke, but her half opened eyes saw only her mother.
 "A happy New Year, dear mamma p she said, extending her arms. "It is morning, is it not? and you will go out soon and buy me the pretty present. Oh, you have got it already, mamma you look so pleased!' .. ..s..4 :,
 Yes, here is your present, darlingp exclaimed the mother, putting the child ln the arms of her husband. C Yes, here it is-a good, dear father-the same father have told you of so often P
 The child opened her eyes in wonder :; but her father kissed So fondly the face, neck and hands, and her mother looked so happy, that she at length put her arms about his neck and whispered, "I thought it would bring something very good, because I put my name on it p
 "Yes, yes," said her father, it was your name which brought me here p
 Five years have past away. Mrs. Bruges no longer occupies single room in a dirty alley. She resides in hand some tenement in respectful part of the city, and she is so happy now that she is fast forgetting the sorrowful past. It is doubtful, however, if it is ever quite obliterated from her memory, for in a beautiful vase which occupies a consplcu- ous place in her parlor, lies an old silver coin on whose smooth face the name of her eldest child is rudely scratched and her husband, now partner in the firm of which MT. Compton is still the senior, points almost daily to the bit of silver, which he calls the widows mite, and blesses the hand which bestowed the pittance on the poor inebriate.