Litchfield enquirer., 1878-08-01

l C.-lne thought or JOlnlnS your lot 1o l mine :?
 Lady R.-My lotl I never was dignifed by such possion. go on by chance, and so do you. We have run along very pleasantly side by side. Hadn't we better leave it like that :? If we were linked together, which of us would go to the front?
 C.-You've the most provoking passion for metaphor.
 Lady R.-And you are sure that you have quite got over your admiration for Miss Tyr rel? C.-Don't talk of that you tell it is as much over as youth. I shall never see her again.
 Lady R-You think not
 C.-I am sure. The Ty-rels never leave 1 Llndenhu-st.
 l Lady R.-What should you say if told you tbat they were in Rome-let us say at the ho- tel opposite?
 C.--I should say that you were romancing. l If believed you should leave Rome to-day. Lady R-Then don't believe me. Couldn't ] you get me some ice?
 C.-I am afraid that my man is out
 Lady R.-You said that you would fetch and carry for me.
 C.-Oh, you want to be rid of me! Very we'll, I'll go. don't mind appearances. Lady R.-Wny should you? Don't be | long.
 C.-You mean it? Oh, very well, I'll go.
 Lady R.-Au revoir!
 l (Hereupons CLAUD goes out and leGoes LADY | ROEDALE GtO7ae.) Lady R.-She is in Rome nevertheless MT. Claud, this Miss Betty of the apple orchard. Shall tell him, or shall I not? I am so sleepy that can't decide on anything. Do I want to take MT. Huntley? Ughl I don't know. l am too sleepy to think. How tire some men are! Why won't they stay good friends instead of turning into bad lovers The age of lovers is past. Love is impossible in so enlightened a generation. I am bored and he is bored. We shall be twice as bored tbgether. That's mathematics or logic, or something Now dare say that Claud thinks have sent him away that may consider his | proposal. awAs if it wasn't much to hot to con slider anything It would be easier to take him than to think about it. Dear old Claud !! l am sure he pictures me at this moment strid- ing up and down, twisting my handkerchief like the woman in the play and muttering,
 "Oh, Claud, Claud why distract me thus /? peace?" Shall say Yes or No? What would he say if he met Miss Betty? What would she say? l am very sleepy-very, very sleepy. He pictures me in an awful state of excitement and agitation. What must be, must. Apples turn to dust-cottage and crust. I'll let things drift. It doesn't matter much not much. Oh, Claud! Oh, cruel man Oh, sleep! I'll take nap just to spite him.
 (So she Ja5ls asleep screened from the eyes of Mss BETTY TYRREL, aoho presently comes ias, steppiaag lightly and Quickly.)
 Betty-I saw him go out He's sure not to come back yet. am so frightened, and it is such fun. Whats the good of being in Rome if you dent do as the Romans do He must have gone for his daily walk. He can't be back yet. And if he does come, why should said was very cool. If he comes in I shall drop him curtsey, and say, ''How doyou do Mir. Huntley? I said would look in on you some day, and here am." And he will make me bow, and-but probably he won't know me. He'll take me for tourist lady visiting his studio and wanting to buy pictures and I shall say, 'Yes thank you, very nice; put up that, and that and would you be so kind as to send them down to my carriage ?-yes and the little one in the corner, too, please. Y" Why, what is it? Yes, it is, it is the old or chard, our orchard, our orchard in May, with i all the bright new blossoms, as it was when he-he used to say that 1t was like the foam of the sea at sunrise. don't think he ever l saw the sun rise. He was awfully lazy. How good of him to keep this near him-the or | chard, and little corner of the dear old house Oh blossoms, blossoms, youare there now at home, and 1 wish was there, too, and had never come out and grown wise and old in | this horrid world! It was there that saw | him first, just there. He was following papa through the little gate with the broken hinge, and he bent his head under the blossoms. He looked so tall and so tired. And yet he hadn't | been doing anything. Men are very strange. The less they do the more tired they are Why, here's another picture of the orchard. | How funny It must be Autumn, for the ap- ples are all ripe. But who is the young man in the funny cap? And who are the three la dies ? And why does he sit when they are standing? can't make it out. Do they want the apple? If you please, Sir, give it to the lady with the shield and spear. That oth- CT one is not nice not nice, am sure I don't care much for that picture. Are there any more apple pictures? No; no. Yes, here's another. Adam and Eve, think. Yes, here is one great glittering coil of the serpent 1 don't like Eve. What languid fine lady Eve. Whose face is this ? How handsome | And this? And this one on the easel? Eve rywhere the same face handsome, lazy, indif- ferent. No, no, no, he never would be happy with her. It's Eyes face. Wicked woman Wicked woman!
 Lady R.-(aoaking)-D you call me? An, what a sweet air! The day is changed B-Oh, beg you pardon. Lady R.-(droaosi2y) you real, or dream?
 B.-I am real No: had better say that l am dream and melt away. Lady RI was just dreaming of you, Miss Tyrrel. B.-Of me9 You don't know me. How do you know-! mean, you called me by some name, think.
 Lady R.-Yes, Miss Innocence called you Miss Tyrrel."
 B.-How can you know? {
 Lady RI am witch for one thing, and for another saw your picture. B.-Has he got a picture of me? Lady R.-Of course, my dear. B.-And did he show it to you? Lady R.-Ne; 1 was looking about for cu- ri0sitys sake and saw it.
 B.-You are often here then? Oh, beg your pardon. have no right to question you But don't know who you are.
 Lady RI am Lady Roedale; 1 am wid. ow; am sitting for my picture; 1 am an old friend of Mir. Huntley. Will that do? B.-A friend
 Lady R.-A friend, my sweet Simplicity. And you What brings you here? B.--Me? I-I am an old friend too. Lady R.-An old friend! Not quite old | enough, think.
 Bon. Lady Roedale, I didn't think. I |
 Lady R.-Its very pretty and unconvention- al, my dear. Somebody said that you were so | simple that you didn't know what was conven- | tional and what wasn't.
 B.-Oh, Lady Reedale, you know-you know that women are not like that. Lady R.-Yes, know. B.-But didn't think, didn't think or I shouldn't have come. We are living just op- posite, and saw him go out, and all of a sud- den thought what fun it would be to see his studio when he was away, and that could run back, and he would never know. But if | had only known that you were here, Iwould have died sooner than come. ! Lady R.-It is better to live. B.-But you won't tell him9 Promise me that you won't tell him. If you will only promise me will never come back, will never see him again-never, never 1 Lady R.-Don't be rash, my dear You are safe now. You have run into the arms of a chaperon, duenpa, gorgon. But if MT. | Huntlnv ia an old frinDd If UOnrc xvhu d:dr,f