Connecticut western news., 1879-11-19

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 And then, close against the wall, they hurried on. Lily followed them. Be- yond, in the light of the corner lamp, she saw the seafarin3 man trudging through the mud. The next instant there was a cry, and three dark forms strrg rggled together on the ground. Lily was timid woman by nature she never knew what inspired her with cour- age that night; but something did.
 She rushed forward without mo- ment's hesitation, and did without thought the best thing thinking could have told her to do.
 ''The policemen are coming !' she cried. ''The policemen-save your selves. ," -.-.------------- ------.-----.-..- The words were not out of her mouth when one ruffian dashed away from his victim and rushed up the street, and the other, with what seemed parting bow, followed his example.
 The seafaring man lay prostrate where they left him. Lily, bending over him, saw blood trickling from his temple. She bound it quickly up with her hand kerchief, and tried her best to raise him.
 "You are blessed woman, whoever you are," he said, rising by her aid.
 "What made you brave enough to do that They'd have killed me, not doubt, and little Jennie would have cried her eyes out. You see it was two to one and regular ambush. We'll, heaven bless you. Is that your hand kerchief? Tell me who you are. It's lady's voice and lady's hand. Tell me, won't you?"
 "Im only poor woman" said Lily. elf I've done you any good, I'm thank full. Are you strong again? You can walk, see. You ought to have gone the other way. Good-by."
 "But stop ?" he cried; CT"
 But Lily hurried on.
 Not until she was in her dark room did she know that she had lost the money the pawnbroker had given her.
 She crept into her poor bed, and tried to drown her hunger in sleep, but the relief came tardily. She had been ter ribly excited by the scene in which she had taken part, and, moreover, the face and voice of the handsome sailor haunt ed her.
 Jenny, who was Jenny? His wife, doubtless his young wife, who waited somewhere for his coming. Oh, happy woman, to be so dear to any one and lonely Lily Vane shed more of those hot tears that had mingled with the rain drops outside of the pawnbroker's shop.
 People do not starve so easily as they think they will, and, moreover, at the latest hour of the long, hungry day, the neighboring tailor's good-natured wife sent piece of cake and glass of some thing hot to the Lonesome little body in the next room," and Lily Vane lived and found some further means of earn ing bread, and dragged on her lonely life somehow until the winter ice was gone aud spring revisited the earth.
 Itwas in May-she never forgot the month-that she went sadly into an office where places were found for teach CTS, and teachers for places, and, hope less of any great good coming to her, put some questions to the proprietor. Music? Yes, and no doubt she under stood it very well. But there are so many teachers. However, would she give her name and her address |? If any thing offered he would send her word.
 "My name is Lily Vane," said Lily.
 "An odd name," said the man. "How do you spell it ?-Vain or Vane?"
 And then lady whom she had never seen-a plump, pretty little woman, with black curls and blacker eyes-ran forward from seat near the stove, and with smile at Lily, spelled it for her.
 "Right?" she asked.
 Lily, astonished, assented; she could do no more, for the name was not so very odd after all.
 "And if you are Lily Vane," said the lady, "and if you will come to me, there's permanent place for you, and two good little pupils who will love you dearly. Oh, don't say no I've been looking for you for months, and I'm 50 glad I've found you."
 "Some of my old pupils, suppose ?" faltered Lily.
 But at that the lady shook her head.
 "No matter how know you," she said, "only come."
 And Lily was glad enough to take the sugar plum that fate had dropped into her mouth without more questions. She was too weary, too worn, even to feel great astonishment. She had been 8 careful teacher, and some one had recom- mended her-that was all.
 But when Lily Vane was actually in- stalled in her new position-governess to the docile children, their mother her kindest friend, pretty room at her service; books, music, pictures, and pleasant company about her-she began to wonder about many things-most of all, why the black-eyed lady's face was so familiar to her, when she knew she h ad never before seen it. What was the secret, too-a kind one, surely that they kept from her2 Why were there so many smiles and dlmples, and sly looks, especially when they spoke of Uncle Tom? Why, when certain let. ters came great, red seals and strange postmarks, did the little lady catch Lily's face between her two small palms, and dance about her, and say:
 "Oh, Lily Vane, 1 am so glad I found you?"
 There was mystery in all this, but 8 very pleasant one.
 So summer passed, and autumn and winter came, and with it one of those