Connecticut western news., 1881-04-27
and manager of the great Bevan prop

You have always warned me Of for tune hunters and worthless suitors since left school" she exclaimed, petulant- ly. "Is woman never to believe in any one, because che is rich ?'
 MT. Riddel remained silent, but the blood mounted to her brow.
 Said Mrs. Trentham to Captain Horn. blower at little supper table in fashionable restaurant: Augusta Bevan really did very we'll tonight, for novice, except in the awkwardness of her attitudes. Allow me to look at the little gold owl she gave you behind the scenes. An! I saw it all. A manager must be everywhere, you know"
 Very piquant looked Mrs. Trentham as she spoke, coquette of as many sea- sons as her companion had posed for beau, an arch sparkle in her eyes, more than suspicion of malice in her smile; for to see any man admire another wo- man pierced her vanity, if not her heart, and she could not rest until she had lured him away from his allegiance, or at least sown mischief in the path of possible lovers. Yet Mrs. Trentham was a most popular person, and an &C., knowledged leader of society. Captain Hornblower resisted for time; but the enchantress was adroit, witty, flattering, and the supper good, and in the end he yielded. The lady attached the little gold owl to her watch chain, and emerged ill the streets at two o'clock in the morning. When she reached her own home, the little gold owl was gone She had lost it during the walk.
 Next day Mrs. Trentham sailed up to Augusta Bevan, at a crowded kettle drum, took both of her hands, and ex- claimed:
 "Oh, my dear, am so dreadfully sorry am always committing some folly. I do not deserve forgiveness, Captain Hornblower gave mel mean, lent me-your little gold owl last night and actually lost it in the street."
 The Sevres tea cup fell from Angus ta's fingers on the floor. MT. Riddel and Captain Hornblower stopped for tn fragments simultaneously, thus knock ing their heads together.
 "She is disillusioned, thought MT. Riddel.
 "The game is lost," reflected the gal lans warrior, with unfeigned regret. "Of course no woman ever forgave that"
 At six o'clock that morning @ young Swiss maiden, by name Marie Hetzel,
 had gone on an errand to the market for her mistress. Marie was sixteen, with round brown face framed in crimson cap, and carried basket on her arm. Her foot struck against small object she stopped and found little gold owl on the cul bstone.
 Himmel!' exclaimed Marie, ant she sped with the treasure to the lagel
 beer garden where Fritz, her lover, wal
 employed as waiter.
 Fritz happened to be polishing tn
 rows of little tables placed in bowers o
 evergreen. He was prudent youth o
 nineteen, with blonde hair and hard blu
 eyes. He examined the trinket, an
 put it in his pocket. The gold ow
 might be very pretty suspended abou
 Marie's throat, even as Roman wome rejoice in their hair pins and chains, o the Genoese in their filigree earrings
 but money could also be made out of money to be added to frugal saving wherewith to return to beloved Canto
 Berne as man and wife, and buy a moo
 est farm.
 Marie shed few tears of feminin vanity, while yielding to logical argr ment, and trudged home with her ba' ket. Fritz sought little den of sho in an obscure quarter, and sold the gol owl, after much haggling, for five do lars, which sum he consigned to saving bank. Now indeed was the owl los hopelessly lost, for it had disappeare in the black shop of wretched quarte instead of reposing in the pocket ! Miss Bevan's pink satin huff. It hal
 pened that the owl had never met wit , greater appreciation, however. I'll , ruby eyes glowed like flames, while tl
 golden plumage became luminous, as u ornament was passed from one dusk l. hand to another.
 j. Finally the Jew took the trinket to e fashionable jeweler celebrated for skill t full workmanship in metals, and sold @ for 8 considerable sum. MT. Riddle If walking down town one morning, pause ,, suddenly before the jewellers windo' n He saw little gold owl suspended by
 hook, and radiant in the sunshine. | h fancied the bird of wisdom actual IS winked at him in recognition. He e l, tered the place, and bought it promI
 ly.
 le Augusta Bevan, pale, thoughtful, al d with new tenderness in her bearin er received back the little gold owl. (
 have been thinking of so many thin 'd of late," she said, softly, placing h
 hand within the arm of this faithi Id friend. "I even remember your pro ts erb, 'Those who fish for minnows ne st CT catch trout.'" 1e Mrs. Trentham tapped Captain Ho1 I'D blower on the arm with her fan at h. ception, where the lady was resplende he in Worth toilet of black satin and ( lie gold. "Mr. Riddel and Augusta Bev d, are engaged" she said. "I alwa IT, knew it would be match yet. Tn he property joins, you know, and wa s. does flow to water in that way in ( nd wicked world. Besides, he is really t To only man worthy of Augusta" in Captain Hornblowar went his WE oh having been ordered to fort in Mo m- tana Territory. His amiability was I Ter increased by the discovery that his h