Connecticut western news., 1881-04-27
A LITTLE GOLD OWL.

'Do you know what famous Russian beauty once wrote in her album? No? Let me tell you, then. "The French man understands best the art of talking love, the Italian of acting it, but the German rocks it to sleep, while the Pole ruins all.
 "And the American ?" pleaded mu- sical voice in the ear of the first speaker.
 The lady made no immediate reply. The pair stood in the wings of 8 tiny amateur theatre in one of our large cities, and the drama of "Matrimony," in which they had acted, was over. Both were artists in that intense senti- ment of excitement which stirs the rip ples of private life when theatricals and l charades become the fashion. Augusta Bevan, tall, slender, and proud, had resumed her velvet walking dress, and toyed with a tiny huff of pink satin, which was suspended about her neck by means of a ribbon. Captain Horn blower, easy, graceful, and elegant bent over her in an attitude of devotion which he had assumed, with the facility of glove, for the past fifteen years, in the bathrooms of West Point, Saratoga and Newport.
 "Your huff seems to be sort of fairy casket," pursued Captain Hornblower "Give me keepsake from one of the peck cts, beg, in remembrance of the nig ht."
 "What shall it be?" retorted Augusts Bevan, gayly.
 She sought in the tiny pockets of tho perfumed and quilted satin, and drew forth a glittering object. This was , little gold owl, beautifully wrought with ruby eyes and ieweled claws When spring was touched, @ slende pencil-case slld out of the birds head.
 "Here is my gift" she said, gently and the gallant captain understood tha her words meant equalization.
 Was he glad or sorry? He received the little gold owl with effusive grati tude, and kissed the hand which be slowed the gift but it was in the natur
 of this military butterfly to doubt, a
 the moment, if he had acted with unwis
 precipitation, if he had not sold himsel
 too cheaply in the matrimonial market
 and if Augusta Bevan was as great &
 heiress as she was reputed to be.
 'My children, remember the Scotc proverb, Those who fish for minnow
 never catch trout" said MT. Riddle
 behind them.
 l. Mr. Riddel, who invariably acted th n part of benevolent old man, proffere 7, Lis snuff-box to Captain Hornblowe !. with his quizzical smile.
 }. "We are called out again l" exclaime Q Mrs. Trentham.
 i, There was batter of applause, an a the four emerged before the foot-ligh ;;ss making their salutations in the mo d approved professional manner. On u 2 stage stood Mrs. Trentham in super le toilet, Augusta Bevan, Captain Hor 'r blower and MT. Riddel. Beyond u T. circle of foot-lights was fashionab 10 audience, where blended satin, gol g feathers and lace resembled pa S. terre of flowers, while tl s, little theatre, built for MI "t ,a Trentham, made charming backgrom at for smiling faces. Certainly the t' or actresses looked tEeir best, for Capta d. Hornblower, deeply versed in su
 craft, had made up their stage col u- plexion, with the aid of rouge and oth p- cosmetics, moist purple worsted fl ls' nishing the requisite shadows benea LS. the eyes.
 'A Said MT. Riddel, as he conduct
 Miss Bevan home, "You will not fore
 my proverb, Augusta ?-' Those W " fish for minnows never catch trout. <" o' The girl glanced askance at him, a ,at drowned. MT. Riddel, divested of g1 S1 wig and paternal bearing, was dig
 fled gentleman of forty years, lawy