Connecticut western news., 1879-08-20

gravely. That visit was trying fare we'll duty. How homely the place was l The baby with its calico slip; the old woman ironing ; Aaron with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. How odd it was that Aaron should ever have hoped even that she would marry him She live in such way as that
 "Dis stove draws awful bad," said the old woman. "Can't heat my irons nohow. Wish you cud make out ter git de ole ooman new un, Aaron"
 "Wish I could, mother. Never mind, though. My ship'll come some day."
 "Seems like yer ship comes and goes, and nebber has muffin on board fur de ole ooman," complained Aunt Rachel, thinking of Dorothea. "Well, well "- changing the emetaphor-"d de Lor's table is spread fur all; dere is fat and dere is lean. De mos on us gifts de lean ; but praise de Lor' fur all. ,"
 "I must go," said Dorothea, rising. "I will send Aaron some money from Philadelphia, Aunt Rachel, and then you can get the stove. Good-by ;" and she kissed both Aunt Rachel and the baby.
 "You needn't ha' said that, mother, '' Aaron protested, looking after Dorothea as she pursued her homeward way. ""Twarn't like you, nanny; an she a motherless gal, too." Aaron seated him. self in the open doorway, and rested his head on his hand.
 "You sick, boy"
 "Pve the misery in my head"
 "You look dr. fuI bad," sympathized his mother. It is colored manners to assure an invalid that his appearance corroborates his alleged indisposition. Aunt Rachel dipped a piece of brown paper in vinegar, and laid it on her son's head. Aaron submitted. It is con- venience sometimes to plead an external malady by way of COZ rcealing an internal one. Heavensl if only brown paper dipped ln vinegar could reach the heart l achel
 The next day he sees Dorothea off. After that the days drag by, only those who have suffered as Aaron suffered know how.
 Dorothea accomplished her journey to Philadelphia. It did not occur to her to be timid or lonely, or to be in doubt as to the course she would pursue. She had kept her eyes open on the cars coming on, and in that way had fallen in with decent Philadelphian, Q woman, who had recommended boarding-house to her kept by relation of her own. Here Dorothea went her next step was to find theatrical manager, to whom she applied for an engagement. The manager was impressed and even carried away by what she could do, and forth with engaged her services for the sea- son. Dorothea played her first engage ment immediately, and from that time there was no doubt of her success. At the end of month she remitted the first installment of her debt to Aaron, and in years time, so rapidly did she coin money, the entire sum he had paid Col onel Floyd for her freedom was repaid.
 Whatever her faults of heart might be, she was 8 genuine artist. She was not unduly elated. She was in no de- gree carried away by the homage she excited, by the sincere outburst of ad- miration which followed her wherever she appeared. She was devoted to her art, absorbed in it, too entirely given up to it to be stirred by any small personal vanity. She was undoubtedly great artist. Perhaps she was all the greater and completer because she was so singu- larly alone. There were no conflicting ties. All her emotions and passions were concentrated upon the dramatic forms which peopled her ideal world.
 She had so fully made up her mind to success that when it came to her at its very climax she was unrufled. She &C., cepted her social successes as calmly as her artistic ones. And these were also hers. She had infinite tact and an in- domitable will. She made up her mind that she would be received in society on equal terms with the associates of hel former master and mistress. There was gentle blood in her veins, and she would not do discredit to any circle. By g curious freak of fortune it happened that in the course of time she WAS pres. ent at the same grand reception with Colonel and Mrs. Floyd themselves, Dorothea was central and conspicuous figure. The circumstances of her posi- tion, her dress, her added culture, hac greatly altered her. Still her former mistress was struck by the strange re semblance between the beautiful actress and the girl she had once owned. Sht mentioned it to her husband, who agreed with her. "There is nothing stranger than these resemblances. should fancy this was Dorothea herself, if I did no know she was dead"
 How readily we affirm our knowledge Two or three years ago, after tho las dollar of her indebtedness to Aaron haG been discharged, Dorothea had perpe trated fraud upon her acquaintance at the South. She had caused this par agraph to be inserted in the paper pub ished in the county town nearest thu Floyd plantation
 "Died, on Monday, June l. 1S6-, Dorothea wife of William Barnes, and formerly a slav in the family of Colonel Legare Floyd, of St CroiX Parish.
 She wanted them to think of her a dead. She was dead to them. She ha an especial dread of meeting Aaro aga1n. Their paths in life were so wide