Connecticut western news., 1881-06-22

oSO AAOA family; how Sam Phelps uncle had ''courted" pretty Nancy Tryon, and then run away with Jason Swift's daugh- ter, the richest girl in Straford, and left Nancy to make the best of it.
 The taunt made poor Nancy speech less she looked at Mrs. Bunnell, as that peace breaking woman afterwards ex- pressed it, "jest like the unicorn on a needle-paper a-starin' at the lion. really looked to hev her rise up an paw round and run her tongue out at me-"
 But good Mrs. Beers said in her gen. tie way, before Miss Nancy could speak, 'Like enough she writ to ye, an some how the letter went astray I've knowed it so to be-"
 "Talk ! do talk P shrieked Miss Man. cy. s'She haint I know she haint She knowed I wouldn't never go to no Phelps weddin' she done it a-purpose, the minx P
 ooh, Iguess not, purred Mrs. Beers, ''Janey's good girl she's real feelin'. know Mis- Mash has set by her like an own darter since she's hired out there."
 "She hadn't no need to go there, any way P broke in the exasperated aunt. 'She could ha' lived here till the day after never, if she'd hev give that felle1 the mitten, and he'd what I've got to leave when I'm dead an gone."
 "And your good for ninety-6ve, Nan cy| laughed provoking Mrs. Bunnell. "Didn't happen to come to ye, sup. pose, that she'd ruther live long O Sam Phelps in house of her own, than be a-hangin' on to your skirts, so to speak, till she was an old maid herself? We'll, what's done's done. I'm sorry to see ye so riled about it, but must be a-goin' I sot sponge this mornin', an shouldn't wonder if twas clean over the pan by this. Folks has got to have breads wells butter" and with nod of farewell, Mrs. Bunnen rustled out of the room, her stiff calico seeming to hiss in echo to her derisive words as she swept through the narrow door.
 "There aint no butter about her ! J growled Miss Nancy. ''Sophi' Bunnells as prickly as thistle, an alters was."
 "Well, folks is made different" said Mrs. Beers, gently. "We aint all jest alike, and it's quite mercy we aint all sugar or all salt would be as tasteless, l guess. Mis- BunnelPs real good to the sick, I've always heerd tell, and she's smart as whip besides"
 "Yes, n whip with a stinger, too, D was the curt answer.
 "Well, now," went on Mrs. Beers, ''I feel real hurt for ye, Miss Nancy, about Janey, but I'm certin sure she never meant nothin' less than not to have ye to her weddin' why, I know her real we'll she's as sweet as cream, naturally. Depend ont, twas all mistake"
 "You no need to butter me up Phil indy Beers I guess I know when I'm throwed over s wells the next one. Jane hes gone an done 'xactly what I said she shouldn't never do, and she knows it. I've got means to live on, and more. I aint no poor, despisable old maid. I've got money in the bank, and good farm, and I'll go into Har'f ford to-morrer, if I'm spared, and make my will to lawyers, and I'll will every cent to turin missions. I'll do it, sure's you're born"
 ooh, now, don't ye do nothin' nasty, Miss Nancy Let's see about it, now do; the's almost always two sides to things, and ye know the Scriptur' recom- mends for us to be slow to wrath it's real easy to talk, but you can't untalk, ye know"
 "Nor don't want to p was the irate answer.
 "Well, must say good-day. I've got to see to our folkses' dinner some. Sar'Ann can do the most ont, but she aint very mighty, nd mothers laid up with rheumatiz.
 And Mrs. Beers slid away quietly, leaving Miss Nancy alone.
 Words are words only, we say some times, but how they can hurt or heal Miss Nancy was grieved to the heart with Janey's conduct, and when Mrs. Bunnell exasperated her with sharp comment and keen taunt, she was ready in her rage to believe she would never speak to her niece again but the Widow Beers's gentle suggestions fell on her soul like dew, and against her will, or her consciousness, soothed her excited temper and wounded spirit.
 She was by no means ready to forgive Janey but as sbe sat alone there and reviewed all the past, thought of the girls bright, loving patience, her thoughtful care of her aunt and her likeness to the dear dead brother, and then-being just woman, for all he1 temper and testy obstinacy-went back to the love of her own youth for an elder Sam Phelps, and the agony of loss and modification she endured then, she began to see what Janey had escaped and what she had found, and to look " also upon the things of others"
 She would have resented sharply an1 intimation that "Philindy" Beers haG modified her with the "butter" of he1 kindly, loving nature and speech, bu there was no one by to make such in timation, and when the sun set tha night and the lonely old woman watched it from her doorsteps sinking in all tn, splendor of Ted and gold behind the hills she felt that it was going down upon he wrath-and was reluctantly, but hon estly, disturbed by the consciousness.
 Meantime, Mrs. Beers, having helpe'