Litchfield enquirer., 1878-08-01

dozen fools smiling.and looking conscious when your name IS mentioncl-to hear your sayings gowns described, and your movements chroni- cled?
 Lady R.-It Is my dream.
 C.-All women are alike all women, except one, perhaps
 Lady R.-'' Except one '" Who who? Oh, Claud, do tell mel
 C.-That's better. Now you look awake. Keep that expression. Ah now you've lost 1t agaln.
 LadyR.-You horrid man, tell me at once Who is it ? Oh, Claud, do tell me, please !.
 Cts nothing. l spoke without thinking.
 Lady R.-Then you meant what you said. 1 don't care for things which men say after thinking. Then they deceive us, poor simple women that weare
 C.-Simple There was never simple wom- an since Eve. The best women manage us for our good-the worst for OUT i'll. The ends are different, but the means the same.
 Lady R.-Was the one w0man-the excep- tional Womgn-the- paragon-wass she not sim pie?
 Con my soul think So. sAe WITS not bent on success ssuccess in society. Yes, she was simple.
 Lady R.-Sois bread and butter.
 C.-And she was clever, tco. The innocence of child and the wit of woman, with a sweet wholesome humor-not compound oi sham epigram and rude repartee.
 Lady R.-I know, I know. A mans wo- man mans woman! With pet lamb frisking before her, and an adoring mastiff at her heels; childlike gayety in her step and frolic, fun; gown of crisp white muslin an innocent sash the hair plain, quite plain and the nose little reddened by cold water. Oh, how I should like to see her?
 C.-You are not likely to be gratifed. She is buried, as you would say, in the country.
 Lady R.-De the Tyrrels never leave Lime shire?
 C.-The Tyrrels How do you know Why should you think was talking of them Have they daughter?
 Lady R.-Have they a daughter! When men try diplomacy, how they overdo it Have they daughter Claud, Claud, how strange that you should not know that the Tyrrels have a daughter, when you spent whole Summer at the Tyrrel's place, from the very beginning of May to tie very end of September, and the girl was at home during the whole of your vis it!
 C.-How dc you know that?
 Lady R.-Do you think that there is one oi your numerous lady friends who does not know the history of all your love affairs ?
 C.-Perhaps you will favor me with this his- tory. It will probably be, entirely new to me.
 Lady RI will try. But is it hard to re- member in this hot weather. Now attend. The scene is laid at Lindenhurst, an ancient house in Limeshlre. There dwell the living representatives of the family of Tyrrell, older than the house; and thither came in early Spring painter bent on sketching-a sort ot Lord of Burleigh-a Heinrich Heine-a man not too young, a--who was the man who had seen many cities and things? C.-Odysseus. Ulysses.
 Lady R.-And who wasthe girl who played ball ? The ingenue?
 C.-That Nausicaa should be called an iaa- genue!
 Lady R.-Ulysses, who had been in many societies and seen all sorts of people, was rath- CT tired of it all, and growing little snappish and cross. So he sketched because he had nothing better to do, and he looked at Nausicaa for the same reason and so, by degrees, he found himself soothed and refreshed by the girls artlessneSs, or apparent artlessness.
 C.-Apparentl
 Lady R.-She was such contrast to the weary women of the world. She was so in- genous, oh, so ingenious When he went to sketch she went with him. as matter of course ; and she showed him her favorite bits ; and he made thousand pretty pictures of cows and pigs and dandeliOns, and, above all, of the old orchard, full of apple trees He de- veloped passion for paInting apple-trees in every stage from blossom to fruit. And the country seemed verg countrified, and the green refreshingly green, and the cows nice and milky, and the pigs unconventional, and the dandeli- ons great deal finer than camelian, and every thing lazy and industrious and delightful. Aud so the jaded man was very much pleased by the novelty.
 CA very pretty story. Pray go on. Your expression is almost animated, and this picture is coming little better.
 Lady R.-Then came the reaction.
 C.-That's not so lively. Don't change, if you can help it.
 Lady R.-The novelty ceased to be novel, ty. Old Tyrrel grew grumpy. Mamma had always thought the child might do better if she had a season in London. And then my Lord Ulysses got disgusted and the curtain fell and so the idyl ended. There, I have told you how the country miss set her rustic cap at the man of the world, and set it in vain
 C.-She was utterly incapable of setting her cap at anybody.
 Lady R.-Who? Miss Lottie- Tottie-Nel- Milly-What's-h s-her-name?
 C.-Betty. Miss Iyrrel
 Lady R.-Then have succeeded in recall ing her to your mind The Tyrrels haoe a daughter
 C.-Go on, if it amuses you.
 Lady R.-It does amuse me a. little. Now it is for you to take up the story. Why did you go away and leave this Arcadia and Miss Nausicaa?
 C.-Because I was afraid of loving her. That is the truth, since you will know it. And now let us drop it. It is as much thing of the past as the pyramids. 1 want to talk of present-of you, Clara, if 1 may.
 Lady Killings of the past are so seldom past. The pyramids are about still. I must know why you were afraid of loving this girl.
 C.-What is the use of talking about that.
 Lady R.-Its as bad as suppressing the third volume of ones novel. If you don't tell me I shall go away.
 Why should mind telling you? It's a tale of the Dark Ages. long ago. Keep your head little more to the left.
 Lady R.-But want to lock at you.
 C.-Deny yourself that pleasure if you can. Thanks.
 Lady R.-Well? Go on, do.
 CA nice fellow was to win the love of a young girl.
 Lady R.-Why? You are not worse than most men.
 C.-Will you kindly keep you head turned to the left :? Thanks. There was girl with all the world about her sweet and bright and young, and a woman's life before her with promise of all good. There was I, man who had outlived my illusions-who had found the world dusty, chOkingly dusty. The apples were dust in my mouth. I had tried most things, and failed in most things My art was of less importance than my dinner. could still dine, though didn't eat fruit in the even- ing. Bah! The apples turned to dust be- tween my teeth. Why should link young creature, fresh as June rose to dry stick
 Lady R.-They train roses so sometimes.
 C.-Misleading metaphor! I came away. It's all over, all well over long ago. Why you insist on raking up this foolish matter, I can't imagine. Yes, can. It is to turn the con versation. You know quite we'll what wish to say to you, what I have made up my mind to say to you. We have known each other for long time, Clara; we have always been friends; we have both outlived some H. lusions; think we should get on well togeth- CT: Clara, consult your own happiness and mine. What do you think?
 Lady R.-May look round now?
 C.-Do be serious. Don't be provoking.
 Lady R.-And you think that two dry