Connecticut western news., 1879-05-07

at our hero as if she rather suspected that he had mis taken this for the ser wants bell.
 "She's at home, she admitted, rather grudgingly. "Can't you leave your errand with me, young man?"
 "I wish to see Miss Archer" Miles said, loftily; and the maid showed him into the library, an apartment divided from the drawing-rooms by drapery of blue silk curtains hung between huted pillars of variegated marble, and there left him.
 Through disarranged fold in the silk, Miles Perry could catch 8 glimpse of the splendors of the two rooms beyond.
 The middle one was tenanted only by the grand piano and half dozen blue silk chairs.
 But in the front apartment, where Administer carpets and buhl and gliding glittered under full-lighted chandelier, sat the fair Antonia, in dress of lemon colored crape, trimmed with rich black lace, and topaz ornaments swinging like miniature suns from her ears.
 And close beside her on the sofa sat a bald, elderly gentleman, with diamond studs flashing in his linen, and double chin.
 Miles could see the blue-ribboned lass advance to her mistress and deliver some message. 7.
 The bald-headed gentleman rose, and took a gold knobbed cane from the corner, as if to depart.
 elf you have other company" he began, rather testify.
 But Antonia laid her little white hand caressingly on his sleeve.
 "Don't go," she cood. Dear Nicholas, whose company could I possibly prefer to yours? It's only that country boy I told you about yesterday you know"
 "The one who had the audacity to fall in love with you out in the wilder nesss ?' ohuckled the old gentleman.
 Exactly. To think of his having followed me here! But these rustics hsye neither sense nor discrimination. !"
 "Ill go and send him away" said Mir. Nicholas Goldbeater, promptly.
 But when he got to the library 1t was empty.
 Miles Perry had not waited for more formal dismissal.
 He walked homeward, feeling as if a fountain of fiery indignation were boiling In his heart.
 So the fair Antonia Archer, for whose sake he had offended his father, grleved his mother, and proved tacitly false to poor Fanny Clifford, who taught the district school, had forgotten him already, save as theme of mlrth between herself and her elderly lover.
 We'll, it served him right.
 He might have expected it.
 When he reached his garrett crum- pied note lay thrust half way under the door.
 He read it by the sickly gaslightin the hall.
 "Messrs. Scratch & Staylace's com pliments, and they regret that they have no further occasion for the valuable ser vices of MT. M. Perry"
 Miles sat down, resting his aching head upon his hands.
 The garrett roof, on which the sun hac beat relentlessly all day, was like res ervoir of dull heat.
 The sickly smells from the halls belov brooded like vapor in the unventilatet apartment, and the one narrow window when it was opened, admitted only tn unsavory fumes of neighboriag factory
 Miles thought of the dewy clover field at home, over which the moon was no
 just beginning to rise. elf mother was only here to put som , camphor on my head" he thought. " wonder if |. I'm going to be B sick: * , The garden path was carpeted wit
 layers of fallen foliage, brown and ye ? low and iewel-red. ,, And Miles Perry, sitting up in u !, great calico-covered easy chair, by !. cracking fire of logs, was eating bow f of gruel that Fanny Clifford's brow
 fingers had prepared. "It's long time I've been sick, Fal e ny, chi"
 # "A long time, Miles. There is yo7
 mother coming up the garden. mu
 go now"
 !. "But, Fanny P IF "Yes, Miles," T. "Don't tie on your hood just no
 Fanny. want to tell you somethin
 want to ask you to marry me, Fam ,e I know I've behaved like brute, but f. think have had sufficient lesson no ,- One thing I'm certain of I never shou lv have recovered from this fever witho ,n your care and kindness. Won't you
 my wife, FannyP"I ,d And when Mrs. Perry came in, brir no iug the scent of wild grapes and autur "a leaves with her, she knew at 8 glar ss what had happened. bo Motherl' whispered Fanny, in a sc lv appealing tone and Mrs. Perry clasp ob her in her arms. n+ "I'm so glad," said Mrs. Perry.
 "So am I, mother," said Miles, e ,is tentedly.
 '1 And Antonia Archer was forgotten. "y BUcHANAN's LIBERALITY.-Mr. 1s 0O Coob oF Ct T,ouia who was PraSid