Connecticut western news., 1881-07-20

one or the draperIed WlndOWs, ne heard this from the count: 'I wish to ask your sanction for the addresses I have already paid her.''
 "Aheady paid herP" repeated Mr.. Warren. ''I'm astonished." Fairweather spraug forward, forget ting everything but his anger. "Mr. Warren," he vociferated, 'sI protest against this. This man is poor, doesn't own fifty thousand dollars in the world. He wants your daughter for her money. I warn you, and accuse him of base motives" f.s7.
 Von Held started up as if he had been dealt blow; then, meeting the livid face and angry eyes of his accuser, he laid his hand quietly on the back of a chaia, and so stood at ease almost smil- ing. ''''e ',ia.----
 s.He's fortune-hunter," Fairweather went on. "He spoke of trip to Amer ica just as soon as I spoke of your daughters wealth. And, moreover, he's" "-Fairweather swaggered up very close to Von Held-"he's a-hes a" The word sscoward" was forming itself on his lips; but the quiet eyes that met him, the unchanged color, the steady mouth, checked that word, and left a silence, during which the count resumed his seat, while Fairweather stood quiv- ering with unmastered rage.
 "Much obliged for your impertinent interference, young man," Warren answered at last, rather dryly, "but my daughter isn't in the question at all."
 "What P exclaimed Fairweather. ssNo; it's all about my"
 "Allow me-" interrupted Won Held. s'I am asking the sanction of MT. War ren upon my engagement to his niece, Miss Barbara Chase"
 Fairweather's shame was swallowed up in astonishment.
 The German went on: 'I have found in this young girl all my ideal, all that I have so often declared held peculiar charms for me-freshness of heart, sim plicity of taste, and the richness of na- ture and imagination that finds an ex- cellence in pure childish enjoyments. Accomplishments, beauty, wit, l can admire, but I tire of them soon; they are nothing new. Every city in Europe gives you plenty of clever and hand some women, but your niece, MT. War ren, has qualities that I far prefer" "Yes-oh, yes; take her, sir, by all means," stammered Warren. 'But she hasn't dollar in the world"
 ssI would be sorry if she had."
 "See here," said Fairweather, stam- mering too. "I've often heard you talk this way before, but"
 "But you didn't believe me? l see T see. There's vicious effect from this American prosperity. This great and successful struggle for wealth lends an undue weight to mere wealth. Not that you don't use it well, not that you don't appreciate the refnements it buys; but your minds will run back and meas ure every thing by the outlay entailed. think you sometimes forget the value of such things as can't be valued. Par don me if say that find you apt, with just pride in your own honesty and in- dustry, to judge harshly of certain classes in Europe. If we have aristo- cratic pride and prejudice, you have republican pride and prejudice. If we can't realize there are taste and refine ment in America, you can't realize there are genuine impulses, honesty and sin gleness of purpose among US. I've learned lately that the villain of an American romance is commonly Eu- ropean nobleman. Won Held laughed outright, and Fairweather felt more at ease, and ventured:
 "Count, I hope you bear me no grudge; T."
 "You insulted me because you knew no better, sir," was the subtle answer that Fairweather construed as settle ment of all dispute.
 MT. Warren had hurried indoors tc tell his daughter the news. Immedi- ately she appeared in the drawing room over1owing with polite congratulations
 "You see," said Won Held, "I fell in love with my little Barbara that Fourth of July, when she was so child-like and unaffected and inexperienced, and en. joyed those absurd fre-crackers SC heartily"
 Within week Dora had scornfully rejected Fairweather, and Won Helc and Bab were married and off for Berlin
 On their wedding night, Mrs. Warre1 found her daughter in tears.
 "To think" cried the indignant mother, that he should marry tha plain little thing She couldn't touch { feather to you. It was all an accident anyway-all those horrid fire-crackers.
 "I suppose it's an accident to meet an honest man now and then. And and love's an accident" responded Dora, bitterly. Then the tears came again.
 Mrs. Warren stole softly away, Sht said to her husband, "I think Dors liked that count"
 "Sho did she ?" answered the kindly old father. "That's too bad. We mus go to Europe and buy her another mean we'll meet more of those foreigr chaps. Dorry shall take her pick. I'vt got the money. Tell Dorry not to cry.