Connecticut western news., 1879-11-05
D0ra,S Lovers.


 Dora will never forget that day of the procession; she remembers the very airs the bands played, the glitter of epaulets, the splendidly caparisoned horses, the waving flags. She was very happy on that day far happier than she was for a long, long season afterward. Clement had invited her to go into the city to witness the pageant he had permis- sion from MT. Oliver, director of the Bank of Shekels, to take window in that building, by which the procession passed. Aunt Hitty had frowned upon the affair, and had told her she was & fool to encourage that young jack anapes, and so keep better matches at 8 distance. eff he weren't going off di- reGtly, I shonld forbid it," she said. How you can Care for him, when such man as Simon Cleverly is at your feet. passes mel They're not to be named in the same breath. Cleverly is tall, Clement Smithers IS short Cleverly's eyes are dazzling, Clements are near sighted the one has fortune of his own, the other hasn't sou, so to speak" As for the question of money, Dora felt that she would rather share poverty with Clement than dwell in marble halls and fare sumptuously every day with Mr. Cleverly.
 It 50 happened that she and Clement were the earliest arrivals at the bank, with the exception of clerk, and as that person knew Clement, and had 8 sweetheart to escort from the suburbs, he soon left them in possession. Dora had never been inside the bank before, : and while they waited and said their tender nothings, she looked about her, asking innumerable questions, in order, perhaps, to postpone the inevitable question. ..- --
 "There's the safe," said Clement, as they paused before door. "It's built into the wall. If you open this door, It rings bell somewhere in an office in Exchange street and they are warned that somebody is tampering with the safe, and up comes a brace of police men,
 Oh, Clement, what romancer you are r laughed Dora. "Won't they hear it at Thule2 Let's see'-and she turned the handle of the door. "Therel Why doesn't the bell ring ?"
 The burglar doesn't hear it, I SUD- pose, or he'd make off. Maybe it's the inner door, the door of the safe itself. They don't lock this one, you see, and anybody might open it by mistake, When the bank officers want to open the safe, they know how to prevent the bell from ringing, they tell me, but maybe its all humbug. Cleverly told me about lt-he's teller here." And pres. ently other spectators arrived. and Clement and Dora took their places al the window, and caught far off the muf lied tread of feet, the beating of drums and the hint of martial tune, Just then the door opened hurriedIy, and AT irritated-looking man popped in, like { jack out of-a-box.
 "W Who has been meddling with the banks safe?" he cried.
 "I don't think it has been disturbed , replied gentleman present. Clement and Dora had forgotten that safe ex lsted, and had just stepped out upo1 the window balcony.
 "Don't tell me l' pursued the irate official. ''Was nobody here when YOU camel"
 "Only those two young people or the balcony-Iovers.
 "Confound 'em !' and he stepped ur to Clement and pulled his sleeve "Somebody's been tampering with tho safe-can you tell me anything abou it?"
 "I-I really" stammered Clement suddenly brought down to earth. bes pardon-what did you wish2"
 The man repeated his question nor, ang1ily. His demeanor brought tn, blood in flame to Clements face.
 "There was no harm done, I assur you" he answered. T "The door wa opened by mistake"
 "Tell him, Clemens-teu him / open ed it, whispered Dora.
 Worth while bringing man all th way from Exchange street for nothing That comes of opening the bank to Tom Dick and Harry shall have to lay before the Board of Directors, I shall 1!
 haven't the smallest objection. said Clement; and while they returne to the memorable pages of the past where here rose had been pressed and there sprig of mignonette, tn procession moved into sight, the musi scared above them, the crowd surge beneath; there was rythm in tn tread of the marching feet, and the su struck sparks from the housings of tn horses and the points of bayonetl Cleverly, on a capering steed, locke up and smiled on Dora, while dagger shot from beneath his brows as he ret ognized her companion. Bnt every thing has an end. The last bit of gli ter and color finally vanished down tn long vista of the street, and the ban music became like the unreal melody dream. They went and dined togeths afterward, and stepped into pictul