Connecticut western news., 1881-11-16
A FARM HAND.

Wentworth, taking one of the squire's great, brown hands between her soft, white ones, and looking up into his face.
 "A secret, Edna What can it be ?'' he asked, in his gruff tones.
 Something which happened while was visiting cousin Grace in New York. g
 "Ah some fine city notion, SUD- pose. I told your mother that three months in New York would sp'lle you for plain farmers daughter. We'll, tell me the secret"
 The girl hesitated, flush of embar- rassment ringing her fair cheeks. e..7
 'fYou will not be angry, papa ?'' she faltered. FS ,''Not unless you have gone and lost your head and heart over some city flop. You remember I told you ?
 She interrupted him by a gesture, and then, summoning all her courage, exclaimed: s
 ''I have lost my heart, but not my head. And it is to no flop that have given it, assure you. He is--a noble, true-hearted man, and there is no reason why we. should not love each other"
 She spoke rapidly and with warmth. But the expression upon the stern countenance of Squire Wentworth made her pause, and the color left her cheeks. She knew her father to be very firm man; she knew that he was as full of whims and unreasonable notions as a human being could hold; and, withal, she knew that he possessed an in- domitable will which he exercised upon occasions to the extent of obstinacy. And now she saw a storm in his face, and she shrank from it in fear. It was not long in breaking.
 Edda Wentworth, how dare you come to me with this2 How dare you throw yourself away upon brainless stranger, when you know that I have chosen for you, and chosen wisely, too What will John Hayden say if he learns of your folly ?" 1
 The voice of the old man was hoarse with rage, and he glared upon his beau tiful daughter as though his heart was filled with hate instead of love toward her. And yet it was his love whicl prompted his indignation at what he chose to call her folly. F g... |. 5ea
 Papa, I told you long ago that could never marry John. like him a. a friend, and no more. And-and-it i too late now. l have pledged myself t, Paul Gregory !" Edda returned, he voice very low and tremulous, yet quit firm. raa sa 44sit5v I And then-but we will not repeat tn torrent of unreasonable words whicI come from. Squire Wentworth's Lips We doubt if he could have repeate, them himself an hour later. aer
 Edda fled to her room and there throwing herself upon her couch, wep and prayed in such hopeless misery 8 had never come to her before. @
 And at last 8 sort of peace came upo her and she rose with 8 bright look her sweet face. -s.r,,- 2. s.sfa -.. s-.. |.
 Very deliberately she seated herself 6 her little table, and producing writin materials proceeded to indite long very long-epistle.
 It was duly sealed and directed { Paul Gregory, New York. And withi an hour it was posted and no one excel the village postmaster knew such
 letter had been sent through the mail II Could you give man job throug hayingr"
 The speaker was a tall, broat shouldered fellow, evidently upward twenty-five years of age. His fac, though not very brown, had rudd hue. and his large, blue eyes and hant , some features could not have failed 1 impress stranger favorably. Squire Wentworth surveyed the a,
 plicant for "job" with critical eye 1 The stranger was clad in plain, sul i, stantial manner, his pantaloons tucke !. in the top of his boots and his broa. panama hat slouched over his face. The squire noticed that his hand were almost as fair as woman's. b, he saw that they were large ar muscular.
 You haven't worked much out l doors this season, I take il? ?" the squil
 questioned.