Litchfield enquirer., 1878-04-25
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evening cigarette, preparatory to retiring for the night.
 'sQueer how stupid q fellow gets the minute he most wants to find out thing !" soliloquiZ- ed ha. 2 Tased to know Clara like a book, and now, hang me if l can as much as tell whether she likes me or not" Blind, faint-hearted Jack Clara, in her chamber, braiding and putting | up her hair, thus communed with the charming | reflection in the looking glass. What can be the matter with Jack lately i? | He doesn't seem so nice to me as he used to 1 be. wonder what's become of the lady whom he was so polite to last week at table? Perhaps he's in love with somebody" Here the char | ming reflection drowned ominously, and set its little teeth ''She'd better not !' exclaimed | Clara, inconsistently, and turned off the gas with a snap l You silly, ,ultra-speculative little Clara. l At breakfast next morning came a letter l from N1r. Hall All the important news, all the proper questions, and ''oh, my dears, exclaimed Mrs Hall, with weak back, l join us soon, and wants us to, appoint him rendezvous, and send him word where I it is"
 Jack was on the point of declaring that no place could be better than where they were, when Clara took the words out of his mouth. ''Oh, let's stay here. It's such heavenly l place, and one can get such lovely things, aud meet such delightful people Don't you say so, Jack p
 | But Jack-inconstant man-had chang | ed his mind already. ''Such delightful people eh ? shouldn't wonder now, if she'd taken | fancy to that internal French count who picked up her handkerchief yesterday. Such were the unworthy suspicious that fitted across his foolish mind. "Oh, am tired of Paris" 7" he asserted, aloud, but screening himself in his chocolate cup. "What on earth's the use of our staying here any longer ?"
 The expectant light faded from Clara's eyes, and her face, and lump of sugar which she was balancing in her spoon, fell together. 'Why, where else can we go?" She asked, disconsolately. Was she not young lady, and, having reached Paris, was there anything else worth travelling for? But Jack deemed his suspicious verified by her manner. I've haven't been to Germany yet" suggested he. ''Lots of nice things there, you know-and nice people too, he added, with quick glance at Clara. Certainly there must have been great deal of the breath of suspicion in the air of the breakfast room that morning. 1t was Clara's turn to get whiff of it this time: woman-like, she was even more fanciful in her absurdity than Jack. II knew it ! That woman he's in love with has gone to Germany, andhes bound to follow her !" Yes, it was as clear as day. ''Why, do you know anyone there ?' she in quired, unconcernedly.
 Then, in an evil moment Jack remembered that Fred Wilmore his College friend, was living in Dresden with his family. Happy thought, by love !" said he to himself, and plunged headlong to destruction.
 "Yes," he said, promptly: "There are some friends of mine in Dresden want to see. And that would be very jolly place to go to any way. 1 move we leave tomorrow" Then he mentally patted himself on his back for his cleverness. ''Wen't do to lose any time" thought he.
 As for Clara she shut her little mouth tight and said naughty things to herself. "Very well, Master Jack, but just wait till get a good chance, and see if don't pay you back for all this"
 Dear me, did ever anybody hear of such inco-rigible fools? Yes, my dear Sir, but it's way we all have-to forget our most intimate friends when we have no further need for them.
 So it was all amicably settled And excel lent Mrs. Hall wrote home in her think bodied, shivering handwriting: ''The dear children and are all unanimous to go to Dresden, John dear, so you,may look for us there. It is delightful to see how we'll they get on together; they seem made to make each other happy"
 And Mr. Hall, reading this, pondered a while, and thought Well, well, Pm glad of it and old Tom Henley would have liked nothing better"
 The poor, dear, deluded old people