Connecticut western news., 1880-02-18
She nodded.
 "It is settled then ?" the Doctor con.

' She nodded.
 "It is settled then ?" the Doctor con- cluded.
 said, "Yes." c The Doctor oondu cted us down stairs, even to the entrance gate, bareheaded | as he was.
 We did not speak word on, our way home. Sophie only held my hand. After our hurried meal (who could eat D I wrote to my mother and father they were out Of town-apprising them of what had occurred and of what was about to happen and then, with Felix's father, Sophle and my little sister, we started for the hospital.
 The Doctor met us at the door he must have been waiting to conduct the strange bridal party up stairs and in due time we arrived in the attic room, where saw sitting by Folix's bedside as we entered, the kindest and most benevolent looking old gentleman, with snowy hair and such good, handsome face, that I ever saw in my life. The D. csSor introduced him to us he was to perform the ceremony. Perhaps the recollection of some past romance of his own gave his eyes that misty, far off gaze as his glance met mine.
 It was all over; we were man and wife till death did us part. shuddered as thought how soon that might oc- cur. My husband turned over on his side with long drawn sigh of relief and closed his eyes. His father said ::
 '" You will go home with us?"
 I shook my head. The Doctor inter- posed: " You must take care of your own health, too, and you need have no fear that he will have all the attend ance he requires.
 But was obdurate.
 "This is my place and I shall not leave it,"
 I held Felix's hand and put my head down on his pillow. They kissed me and left us.
 Felix appeared to slumber tranquil ly. I hardly breathed, fearing might disturb him. The Doctor came to the door once or twice Git was open), looked in and went away again.
 In the middle of the night Felix said, ir an ordinary tone, quietly and dis tinctly, as if he had been pondering a long time:
 "Inez, you do not regret it ?"
 1T thought you were asleepp'
 "You do not regret it," he persisted, "no matter what happ pens9 Swear it. '
 "I swear"
 "Well, then, put your head down and try to sleep."
 It was easy enough to say "sleep,' '' but how could I? I was bewildered. His easy tone of command, his evident freedom from weariness CT excitement, the strong pressure of his finger on my hand-was my presence magicalP
 The night wore on said not word, thinking. All the resolutions I made, how his slightest desire should be my law, how would study to anticipate his wishes-never again should cloud arise between us, no matter what hap pened-I register ed mental VOW that never could be broken.
 When the doctor appeared in the morning another inexplicable smile wreathed his lips. By-the-by, he was very handsome, this same doctor, an6 young, too, not over twenty-five.
 "Your husband is so far recovered madam" he said, "as to be able to ac company you home."
 "Do you really think so, old fellow P said Felix, sitting up and beginning tt unloosen the bandages on his head.
 "Stop," cried the doctor, and ht whispered something in his ear.
 "Inez, darling," said Felix in answer to my astonished gaze, "by the sugges tion and with the aid of my old friend Harry, whom net as I was rushing of infuriated, the Lord knows where, afte! leaving your sister at home, I practicei a little innocent deception to soften you obdurate heart and make you mine for ever, that future occurrences similar t, those that took place the evening befor, last might for the future be obviated Remember. you swore you would no regret it, no matter what"
 I thought of my resolutions durin, my lonely night vigil. I thought O what I had suffered-but then had h. not suffered too? The struggle wa brief, before the doctor, who stood bit ing his moustacho by the doorway, , put my arms around my husbands necl and said:
 , "Darling, I am too happy to have vol 1 safe and'sound at any price to be angr with you"
 , "Sophie lives with us now, and Doc y tor Harry is frequent visitor. SUI prised her the other day asking him tn B old question, while deep blushes tlitte, I over her face:
 l "How did this happen ?"
 And as before I could not overhea his reply.
 , No AoooUNT.-A landscape painter i l making sketch of a peasants house. 3 usual bit of tree and old roof sunk in = little.
 The peasant comes to look over tn | II