Connecticut western news., 1880-08-11


 between them, for Dinah Ann was jealous in the old days.
 "Do you ever see her, James ?"
 "See who ?"
 "You know. Emma Land"
 "I can't think what has put all this into your head tonight, Dinah Ann. How is it ?"
 "But do you?''
 "Do I .what?'
 "See her ?'''
 "Why, how could I see her ?" re- turned he, in sort of helpless tone, that his wife fully thought was put on. "She is in the West Indies, and I am here."
 "she may not be in West Indies now"
 "I don't know where she is. She's there for all I know-and I'm sure 1t does not natter
 "Ask no questions. and you'll hear no stories,'" thought his wife, quoting the line familiar to her in her schoolgirl days.
 "I should not at all wonder, James, but Emma Land has come back again. !"
 "May be. Two or three years ago we heard she had married out there 9
 "Who heard it? Who said it?"
 "I know I heard it; remember it quite well. But as. to who said it, I forget that-your brother, I think. That she had married cousin"
 ooh! Not that that's unlikely, for she was ready to marry anybody. She'd have married you, you know. She laid traps for you.
 "That's about true, believe; but I did not fall into them, Dinah Ann."
 And, laughing good-naturedly, James Harbury turned from the supper-tray to reach his pipe. Dinah Am rang the bell, resumed her knitting, and fell into an unpleasant reverie. * *
 A few days passed away, things going on smoothly at the farm. Dinah Ann had recovered her temper-at least, she displayed no signs of its being ruff1ed. James Harbury was as usual, save that at times he seemed little absent and thoughtful. One afternoon he went up stairs to change his every day coat for a better one"
 "Where are you going?" cried Mrs. Harbury, quickly, as he came down again.
 "Only into Northam. shall be home early"
 ssInto Northam It's not market day."
 "No; but I've got little business there-about those sheep, you know, Dinah Ann I shall get them at my own price, after all. i" Of course you will. I told you so all along. But I do wonder you could not wait until tomorrow.
 ooh, market-day's always bustling day; one forgets half one's business, or has not time to do it. Anyway, I thought I'd go in this afternc on."
 "I should like to go with you, James p MT. Harbury received the impulsive wish with 8 blank look, and had no ready answer at hand.
 "I want to buy 8 new silk gown, and to order best cap, and ever so many other things. Yes; will go with you, James. won't be five minutes getting ready" "a
 But-Dinah Ann.-1lot >to-daysisI can't take you this afternoon. Youshall go tomorrow, instead"
 "Why can't you take me?"
 Business, he .sheray replied p Aad,t his gig being just then brought rod4d,, White Bess in the shafts, he got into it without more ado and drove away, call- ing out 'Good-by p to his.wife. -.. x.
 "Il be even with yol, ,aIr 5sEaess,.as .s E nodded she. ~
 The sun was setting when he drove in again and round to the stable yard. Leaving his horse and gig with Evan, he was crossing to the house when his atten- tion was caught by huge volumes of black smoke putting out of the. chimney of narrow building that was formerly made to serve as a brew-house and wash house until the large one was built. As it was out of use now, was not in fact used for any purpose whatever, or en- tered by anybody from months end to months end, MT. Harbury naturally thought of fre He rushed to it like @ madman.
 In the fireplace under the furnace a fire blazed away, upon which more coal had recently been thrown. Winter than death, James Harbnry made one frantic move toward it, while yell of what really seemed like terror broke from him. Another yell succeeded, and still another; then he collapsed utterly and fell upon low wooden stool in wild despair.
 "Good Heavens p exclaimed Dinah Ann, who had been stopping over some blankets in the far corner, "what in the world is the matter? Is it spasms, James? Let me run for the camphor. D
 "Camphor, indeed!' exclaimed the unhappy man. "Bring poison rather. Poison. You've ruined me"
 "He's off his head" was her pitiable suggestion. "Let me rub you, James. Where is the pain? In the chest?'' He flung his arms around in all direc- tions, so that she could not get to his chest, or to any other part of him.
 "Who lighted this fre?" he gasped.
 "Phobe lighted it. I ordered her. The fue in the proper wash house has taken to smoking frightfully. The blankets are to be washed tomorrow, and will be put in soak tonight, Bu