Connecticut western news., 1881-02-23
A POEM BY WINONA SILVER.

Sdt III bnS eulGOEidl ShuCGum L1lo chief was in Europe, and consequently l had twice as much work as usual to dol toiling through long manuscript, and wishing with all my heart that the distinguished writer had seen fit to use the familiar letters of the alphabet in- stead of hierogIyphics of his own, in- distinctly representing them, when there came light tap at the door. "Come," called, rather sharply, for was a little vexed at being interrupted, and the door opening softly, disclosed lightly clad-much too lightly clad for cold January day; saw that at glance girlish figure standing on the threshold. "Are you the editor-Mr. Gray?" asked very sweet, timid voice.
 "I am, replied. "Come in, please. !" The girl entered, closed the door, sat down in the chair beside my desk, to which motioned, and said never word. I could hear her breath come quickly, as though she was terribly frightened, and purposely went on with the un- raveling of the Oriental characters be- fore me to give her time to recover her self :; for I remember with painful dis tinctness my own first call upon an edi- Ter (knowiug intuitively this was first calD, when my heart, albeit was man. ly one, thumped harder than it ever thumped before or since. At last I raised my eyes from the paper. My visitor had thrown back her veil, from which dripped little drops of water melted snow-and was regarding me with a wistful, beseeching gaze. In re- turn, regarded her with one of aston ishment, for hers was the sweetest and most heart touching face I had ever seen in my life, and so peculiar in this beauty that find it hard to describe it. Big pathetic light brown eyes, with glints of gold in them; long bronze, brown lashes hair of the palest sun shine. as though moonlight and sun shine had mingled together; slightly parted rosy lips, revealing glimpse o small white teeth; colorless but pret
 
 indescribable charm of innocence tha is to youth beauty, to use old and well worn similes, as the bloom to the peacl and the fragrance to the rose.
 "What can I do for you?" I asked speaking gently enough this time.
 "I-have-a-story," stammered tn poor little thing, (which thought yo might It's my first-and if you onl would"
 ''I will look over it with pleasure" said, as she paused, apparently unable from sheer nervousness to go or "Leave it with me, and promise t give it my earliest attention"
 And as she handed me the roll of pt per, saw she wore no gloves, and he hands were red with the cold but als saw they were as exceptionally brett ss her face, with slender tapering finger and pink shell-like nails.
 "It is not written on very nice D. manuscript from her. "I had nothir but scraps of old letters, and backs circulars and bills; but"-with a glea of modest pride, and glance at Il hieroglyphics-"I write very plainl, and it will not take you long to read And when may I call for an answer?"
 Tomorrow, said I, without m ments hesitation, though I knew ought to devote all the time I cou spare from my other duties for wee to the very lengthy contribution of u distinguished author.
 "Thank you; ; and she fitted aw' as noiselessly as she had entered.
 But for the life of me I could n forget her. Wherever my gaze fe there I beheld those great pathet eyes, that faint golden hair, tho pretty curved, trembling lips. "Al she was cold. Cold! I should thil so-actually shivering in that tn shawl, while I, great strong fellow Cooking at my heavy overcoat hangi on the opposite walD. "Pshaw y may stay there tonight. And I act ally went home without it, as thou that would make the poor girl a warmer and caught severe cold
 consequence, as might have knowr would. After which ebulhtion beg the story, and read it through.
 It was written plainly, that could ] be as-ied in fact, in the way of C