Connecticut western news., 1881-09-28

for and obtain an introductios. to thefair cousins, who, by the way, were un- doubtedly the bellies of the beach. The acquaintance soon ripened into friend ship. All the former admirers of the young ladies now held aloof, for it was worse than useless to attempt a rivalry with his lordship. MT. Scott was not of much account, but still he had been near the rose.
 "What pity that the lord fell in love with the heiress, and the other fel- low took fancy to the poor girl," said Cuthbert Dell one day to a number of his friends as they stood around the piazza enjoying their cigarettes after breakfast, and the "earls party" as they were beginning to be called, passed them on their way to the shore, where sailboat awaited them. "Why didn't the lord fall in love with the little Maud, and the poor but honest tutor, or funky, or whatever he is, with the heiress ?"
 "That would certainly be more TO- mantle" said one of his hearers.
 "Yes; but you see how it is-Miss Belle finds mature, manly beauty, when united with long rent-ron and 8 title, singularly attractive, and little Maud is whole-souled little party, who will surely marry for love, though what she sees in the little tutor I cannot inn agine."
 "Tutor? Does man of that age must be forty-five, at least-require 8 tutor ?"
 "No. In fact I believe Scott saved his life in the Alps, or something he fell over 8 precipice, or climbed up an avalanche, or something of that sort"
 By this conversation it can be in- ferred that Belle had captured the heart of the mature nobleman. This really did seem to be the case, for he paid her marked attention.
 On the morning that the remarks were made the earl's party were bound for long sail and a luncheon eaten on the shore, far away from the madding crowd. It was delicious day in the early autumn, with just 8 suggestion of the coming full freshness in the sum- gilded atmosphere.
 Belle looked lovely Tn a blue flannel sailors suit, her golden braids holding fast prisoners of light, and her eyes giving back the blue of the sea and sky. The shell-llke tints of her cheeks and the ivory white of her neck stood the test of the strong light brought to bear upon them, as only such perfect com plexions can. She seemed happy, too, and happiness is such beautifier.
 Maud was also looking especially pretty, and seemed full of fun. She wore red and white dress, with rus tic straw hat, simply trimmed, set back on her head. Its bunch of field flow CTS was reasonable, calling the mind to thoughts of the harvest.
 "A perfect dayl'' said MT. Erskine heartily, as he assisted Belle into the boat, which was particularly comforta- ble. "A perfect day, ladies; this is really American weather"
 "Yes, suppose you do not enjoy so much sunshine among your heathery hills ?" said Mrs. Carter, widow lady, who acted as chaperon.
 "No, indeed," replied the nobleman. eff you visit Scotland you will miss your glorious autumn weather"
 In the greatest flow of spirits they reached the spot where Datson and AL phonso awaited them with the luncheon. It was merry meal, and frequent bursts of laughter awakened echoes in the old pine woods behind them. It was lovely spot; the clean, yellow sand and the white-capped dancing waves looked cool, and the wind sighed plaintively through the dark pine tas- sells.
 "Let us go for stroll through that forest primeval," suggested MT. Err skine when luncheon was disposed of. All the party agreed, with the exception of Mrs. Garter, who preferred to carry her book to nook among some bould- CTS, which afforded a pleasant resting place.
 Maud soon found herself alone with Scott, Belle's ringing voice coming back on the breeze as she strolled along with Erskine. The bushes were some what tangled and Scott led the way through them. Maud soon filled hel hands with ferns, and scarcely noticed where they went. Suddenly an excla, nation from her companion attracted her attention. A twig had caught his coat sleeve and torn it from top to bot tom.
 ooh, dear P she cried. "What g misfortune p over the accident as Maud expected { poor "tutor," as he was generally termed, ought to be over the destruc. tion of wearing apparel. "Dear Mir. Scott, I am so sorry Never mind. I am, as Belle says, { regular old maid, and I always carry needles, thread and thimble with me , So, if you take off your coat, I vii : mend it for you."
 "Really, that is too much trouble, , he replied, hesitatingly. . 'Not at all. will do it as neatly @ . I can."
 r They seated themselves on the mos t beneath the signing pines, and Maud @ little fingers were soon busy repalrin @ the torn garment. Scott watched he with some suppressed amusement, an s some unsurpassed admiration in hi