Connecticut western news., 1879-07-16
Isaac and Little TrOt.

Little Trot was really named Georga- mia Jones, but the name was too long for her. She was a little dumpling with blue eyes and yellow hair, and round red cheeks; and little Isaac Jacobs, who lived next door to her admired her ex- ceedingly.
 Little Isaac had big black eyes and skin like hazelnut, and large round nose. He was ten and Trot was five and Isaac made up his mind that he was in love with Trot, and thst when they were old enough they would be married. One day he said this to his sister Rachel, who instantly shook her head and her black curls furiously, and cried out
 "Oh, no, no, that could never be !; your religions are different. No one can marry a person of different reli- gien. could not accept the hand of Mir. Smith, the baker over the way, but am now engaged, as everybody knows, to MT. Moses, who is in the jewelry business. You see it never could be, Isaac. But there is little Miriam"
 Then she laughed and told her mother of the good joke; but it was no joke to Isaac.
 That very afternoon he climbed up over the fence and called softly to Trot s'Trot, come here"
 Trot came. She held her big doll in one hand and stick of peppermint in the other, and she was glad to see Isaac, for they had been parted an age-at least twenty-four hours.
 "Come over and play" said Trot solemnly.
 "I can't" said Isaac. "Father said must go of an errand, but I wanted to ask you have you any religion? ?"
 Trot ran away and said "no" to Isaac, and Isaac went on the errand with @ grave countenance.
 That night after he went to bed he thought of it a good deal. His sister Rachel was reading aloud in the next room. The story was all about love and romance, and suddenly these words caught Isaac ear:
 "Their cruel parents objected to the union and< refused their consent. 'Never-1ever will submit to them, said Theodore. T will bear my Elvira away from them all, and we will dwell together upon some lonely island where stony-hearted age cannot vex us. Come, my Elvira, our boat is ready. Away
 "Just what he should have done, D cried Rachel by way of comment.
 Isaac sat up in bed-a new idea had entered his mind.
 He might, after all, elope with Trot Down on the shore of the river many boats lay, and sloop stopped once { week, and steamer often came in sight
 He knew there were islands not fal away. Why should he wait to become a mana He would elope with Trot to morrow.
 If 1t was right for Theodore, who wa public character, being in book, i was assuredly right for him, Isaac, ant he fell asleep thinking of it.
 He awoke thinking of it, too, and a nine o'clock, having carefully folded tw, slices of bread and butter in paper stuffed his pockets full of pears and tie, a shilling he possessed in 8 corner of hi handkerchief, he went in search of Trot whom he found rocking her doll upo the little stone step of the garden.
 "Trot," he said, "will you come an take walk?"
 "Yes," said Trot, and put her hand into his. Her mother smiled and nodde from the window.
 She always felt quite safe about Trc when Isaac was with her.
 They vanished out of her sight, han in hand, and little did she guess th plans in little Isaac's mind, or know that at that moment he was saying | Trot:
 "Trotty, dear, wouldn't you like to 2 away and live forever on a beautifu island with me, like Elyira and The, dore2"