Connecticut western news., 1878-10-02

Finds she has gone off with Kingsbury been secretly in love with him; and they were to be married. He, he /! Lord, what pranks these wenches play us !"
 els It really true, then ?" repeated Sir Harry, who had sat down, pale as death.
 con my word of honor P said Lord Eaves, solemnly, laying his hand on his shirt-frill. "As hope to be saved You know Lord Kingsbury was engaged to Miss O'Shea, the Irish beauty, with such powerful large fortune-Admiral O'Grady's niece. She'll have to find another suitor. He, he!'
 The latter part of this sentence was lost on Sir Harry. Rising to his feet and assuming an attitude which some people might have thought absurd, but which he felt to be tragic, he set his face resolutely and uttered the terrible words, "Then, by all that is honest, I'll marry my cook P
 And, catching up his hat and stick, he strode out of the room, slamming the door violently, and leaving mingled sur prise and amusement behind him.
 If Sir Harry had lived in our day, he would probably have hailed a Hanson when he found himself once more in the street outside the ' Birthstone. But as no Hansoms existed in his time, he was obliged to summon 8 numbering old hackney coach, which he ordered to drive with all speed to Berkeley square.
 His door was opened by solemn butler, behind whose portly form stood I11ie negro servant, Cuffee, grinning, as usual, from ear to ear. ,.... ssa'
 Sir Harry entered the Hall, still fuming with rage.
 ''Stop grinning, you confounded idiot !" he exclaimed, stopping in front of the negro, and shaking his fist in his face. "And send the cook to me instantly in my study. Do you hear9"
 ''Yes, massa," answered Cuffee, grinning broader than ever, as he dis appeared down the kitchen stairs, while the solemn butler stood starring at his master with unfeigned astonishment.
 One of the back parlors of Sir Harry's house was fitted up as a study, and in that apartment he was ln the habit oi writing his letters, paying his servants wages, and generally transacting busi- ness.
 He shut himself in here, and seated himself before his writing table. In a very few minutes timid knock came to the door, and buxom young woman ot two-and-twenty, in one of the lowered cotton gowns of the period and bare arms, with a sort of mob cap on her head, stood curtseying and blushing behind him.
 ''Please, Sir 'Arry- D she said, rather expecting an immediate dismissal for some fault of which she was ignorant.
 Oh, you are there, are you?" said the Baronet, looking round. "Come in, and shut the door. Whats you1 name
 Sarah Jones, if you please, Si, 'Arry. They calls me Sally" answered the woman, crrtseying, and looking much alarmed. .-
 Then, Sarah Jones, or Sally, which. ever it is, I intend to marry you. Dc you hear? I won't listen to any ob jections. I have sworn to marry my
 
 cook, and, by heavens, I'll keep my word You must be prepared to become my wife within week r" ..,..
 The terrified Sally turned red anG white alternately, then burst into tears ,"La, Sir 'Arry! Oh !-oh Ito thinl of gentleman like you marrying poo girl like me Oh, sir, I can't do it. that I can't What would mother say Oh, dear"
 Stop that noise, woman, immedi ately :" and the Baronet's fist cam, down with 6 startling thump on hi writing table. "I'n give you fv, minutes to make up your mind. Yo, will either marry me or leave my hous, without 8 character. Take your choice Can you read ?"
 "N-n-no, sir l" she sobbed.
 Write ?''
 "No-no, sir l"
 Then you must learn. I'll hay you properly taught, and educated lik lady. Mind, you will refuse me a your peril I give you five minutes b, my repeater to choose between ruin ant good fortune. One or the other 1"
 So saying, Sir Harry drew out of hi ' fob " one. of those enormous silve watches which are now only to be see1 in old curiosity y-shops, and laid it on tn table, to count the fatal five minute that were to settle Sarah Jones' destiny
 That bewildered young woman was il pitiable strait, and knew not what t say or do. On the one hand she wa offered the chance of be1ng a "fn lady," able to ride in "coach," wit all the surroundings of wealth an luxury, and (what was still more poten in it's infuence) the power of excitin the envy of all her relations and friends On the other, she had the option of bein dismissed in disgrace, without charat ter, which was @ more serious thing those days than it is now, servants nc being so scarce. And between the tw extremes lowered a certain grocer "young man," with whom she wa keeping company" and whom sh would have to desert if she married he master. Was ever poor cook in such dilemma?
 "Now!" shouted Sir Harry, pr' sently, turning from the contemplate of his silver warming-pa to the buxol girl, who still kept her apron over fact l .s rliroo,s mi HNLaL L.