Connecticut western news., 1881-06-29

l one than she ever saw before, too, don't know one when do see it. John, too, was not afraid of anything; but he was not bold, either; not a man to pitch in, but just one of the kind that stands his ground and won't move an inch.
 I followed on. I was curious like, and then had seen so much, I thought I might as we'll see 1t out.
 What picture they made John so tall and strong, and Jeannette slim and bending, her long braids hanging down behind. John was dressed up in new clothes-a summer suit of tweed, and a stiff straw hat, with brown ribbon round it.
 Maybe it's 8 poor reason-I never was good at reasons-but my heart was following John Bemuth that day, and I couldn't help it. Why, I can hear the creak of his new boots now as I heard them then if I listen when nobody is round.
 Jeanette walked by his side quietly.
 It was now almost evening, and the shadows were fast threatening to cover all the landscape with shade. Just as they reached the door, the day seemed suddenly to have died; the trees looked black, the grass was all dark, the birds chirruped as they will at dusk, and the hens fought for the roost in the distant coop. Was it an omen of their sen- tence?
 "Father," said Jeannette, walking bravely up through the room, ''this is John Bemuth, and shall marry him some day." Then she turned scarlet in an instant.
 Her father looked at her, stifening up with each new word. Then he turned to John:
 'Is your business, sir, the building of this house, or that one yonder?"
 "My business, sir, at this moment, is to say that I love your daughter, and hope to learn to be worthy of her," said John, simply. ''I have saved up some thing against wet day, and I have fair chance to add more to my little pile every day, so think I can give her 8 good home"
 1T have heard your insolence, John Bemuth," said Jacob Fortmain, "and now you will leave this house and never enter it again; neither shall you work for me another day."
 "Father," said Jeannette, quickly, 'I told you would marry John some day"
 "Jeannette, go to your room P said her father.
 Jeannette seldom disobeyed that voice, yet she fingered at the threshold, bringing me into view with her change of position.
 "You here, Sally ?" said Jacob to me. "Please take Jeannette away; the child is disobedieDt."
 He said child on purpose. Jeannette was seventeen.
 If he would only get in passion then I could talk to him, but never could get around brother Jacob when he kept so cool.
 John spoke now:
 "Mr. Fortmain, you have right to say who shall enter your house. I shall leave it, therefore, at once. But I shall not give up Jeannette. I am not mas- ter hand to talk, but before God and man I will do what undertake and whether I build your house or not, I will marry your daughter-that is,' looking back, eff 'Jeannette has not changed her mind"
 Jeannette sprang towards him, but her father, quicker than he, threw her towards my arms.
 "Never mind," said John, "don't forget John Bemuth, and he will have his little willow-twig of 8 Jeannette yet,;" and away he strode. think he went then as much for her sake as his own.
 Jeannette was very pale now. She ooked at her father with 8 mixed ex- pression of resolve, hate, despair and entreaty, but she did not speak.
 Her father said, in careless tone, as If trying to act as if nothing had hap pened:
 "Sally, we must get off to the city next week, if possible, and until then I want Jeannette to see her Aunt Mol in B-town.''
 I instantly thought of what Jeannette told me about Jonn's folks having lived there, but Jeannette's eyes looked so beseechingly at me, that I hadn't the heart to confess. I suppose I was wrong, but then I never did reason about anything. just did what felt to be right, and this time I held my tongue for Jeannette's sake.
 So they all went away; first to B., where suspected John used to go Sun days, and then to the city.
 All that long winter got letters, and John Bemuth came up to see me nights he was settled here then-to read them. La, me! folks said Sally Fort main had beau at last, and pretty young one, too. We'll, it was waiting a long time, was it not? and am, let me see how old-but that's neither here nor there. Folks will talk, right or wrong.
 Jeannette's letters hadn't much in them she wasn't used to writing, you see. Running round the farm don't make literary, as one may say, of 6 person.
 Now there was one thing I did right according to the worlds iden. I didn't let John write nor didn't let Jeannette know that he saw her letters. Like enough l was wrong to show them. but