Connecticut western news., 1879-09-10

"But she loves you," said the woman's 1 voice, now close at Caroline's ear, under the roof of the po,ca.
 "Yes. she loves mo; there's the rub. That rather hurts fellow; he doesn't want to be hard on a girl who loves him, and has loved him all his life. But then, you see, I can not return her af- fection-the kind of affection she wants And she's spirited creature, Mag ought to marry her as I feel now? If it hadn't been for you, you witch, l might have come to care for her in time. But, Mag, I'm a changed man now; I know what love is I dread my marriage day like funeral"
 A pause-a little rustling pause. Then 8 whisper unheard; louder whisper distinct: "Oh, Mag, my darling, say yes."
 "I can not, Charlie, with that wo- mans image before me. It would haunt us till our dying"
 Caroline heard ID moro. When next sound reached her, it was the sound of the work a-day world. A market wagon had broken near the lane, and the harsh voice cf tho driver was wreaking upon his horses the anger roused by the dis aster. The moon had set it was nearly day.
 There is nothing 80 desola te as the breaking of daylight upon new and overwhelming grief. Night has wing of it's own to fold about the sorroWful but the fearful eyes, the CT ushed spirit, shrink from the brszen gaze, the un- daunted front, of day.
 Caroline before noon sent letter to Charlie Evans that made him free man:
 "Something tells me that cannot possibly be your wife. I am sorry that circumstances have so shaped themselves, but am compelled to withdraw my promise Do not see me. l shall refuse an interview. When a year has passed, and we meet again-if we meet again let us meet as friends. CAROLINE"
 Charlie Evans used his freedom. He obtained, by not strictly honorable means, sufficient sum of money to venture fortune-seeking in California He was married to Mag Merritt on his way to the West; and his friends, in- dignant at the runaway match, bitterly blamed Caroline.
 Caroline blamed herself, but never for any act toward Charlie Evans. Her thoughts flew to her faithful lover whom she had mercilessly trihed with, and dis missed at last cruelty. She felt now what bangs she had inflicted upon the earnest-hearted Joe. She, who was so quickly alive to all animal wants, who really suffered sympathetically with the pains and aches, the tolls and hungers, of dumb creatures, had never given one sigh of compassion to the bangs equally dumb, but infinitely keener- the aches, the hungers, the overburdened sighs of that silent angel, the human soul. She had no patience with the shrinking vic- tims of the ''slings and arrows of out rageous fortune." She had laughed to scorn "the bangs of unrequited love. :" | Now she would give years of her life to call back the past, and be kinder girl to her faithful friend. Since their part ing she had heard but seldom from Joe, and after her uncle's death the unfre- quent tidings altogether ceased. Now she wrote to Belle, who lived abroad, to send her some word of Cher old friend. "
 Belle wrote saying she was ashamed to confess how ignorant she was, but the last she heard Joe was making 8 furor with his wonderful paintings he had settled himself in Rome, and she believed he had married the daughter of an American con sul to one of the Medi- terranean ports.
 Misfortune followed Caroline. By a series of culpable mismanagements by people in trust Caroline's inheritance was lost. Before she had enjoyed for three years the possession of her be. loved Deers6e1d that noble place was offered at public sale. Since the day o1 her great sorrow Caroline had met nc trial like this. Indeed, her heart had flown to all that was dear in her country home as refuge from it's bitter lonei. ness. Now this refuge was gone.
 The day of the sale, after having or. dered the preparation of the house and grounds with care of every detail, Caro-
 line mounted her favorite riding horse, and rode far off into the wood paths
 She returned after sunset, in the twilight
 dusk.
 She knew as she entered the house
 that all was over she felt that the home
 was no longer hers. She felt, brave anc
 spirited as she was, that the world te
 her, save that it held her mother, was { place only of dreariest exile. She was met in the hall by one of he1 faithful servants, who seemed to have been weeping. Miss Caroline," h, faltered, "the gentleman who ha bought the house is in the parlor, ant wishes to see you."
 l. Caroline had been marble-pale whe1 this message reached her, but now tn hot blood flashed to her cheeks. Sh checked violent exclamation. He
 heast arose indignant against this las
 demand upon her endurance. She con quered herself, and said, "I will SC him."
 But the gentleman whom she foun, in the parlor was not the dreade stranger who held her treasure, not tn ' new master of the house whose inimics . form her fancy had already conjured No; it was an old friend, an artist re
 turned from abroad, bringing his laurel with him-an artist who had come t tell Caroline that time had not change and never would change the constanc II of his heart