Connecticut western news., 1882-04-19
SIMPLICITY ITSELF.

Miss Verona Allison sat by the open window in her own little snuggery, her eyes bent upon the letter she held in her hand. From the expression on her rema, kably expressive face-an expres- sion that curled the short upper lip of large but well-formed mouth, and caused naturally turned-up nose to turn up still meEs-ane watching her might have been jed to think that the contents of the letter awakened no pleasureable feelings-a thought that would have been confirmed when on reading the last line our scornful young woman threw herself back in her much beribboned willow rocker, and ex- claimed Simplicity, indeed The mans an idiot"
 "What man?" asked Miss Phebe, coming quietly into the room.
 't Your friends son, Mother Phebe, MT. Peter Candy. Why, his very name makes you at once think of a goose-I mean male goose."
 My dear," said Miss Phebe, mildly, as she seated herself in another highly decorated chair, and folded her hands in her lap-a sign that she was ready for long and confidential chat-ssI see no reason why you should call the young man an idiot. Idiots, to give Webster's mildest definition of them, are 'un- learned, ignorant, or foolish persons Peter Candy is none of these. Neither does he, in my opinion, at all resemble male goose. met him at his fathers house last winter, just after his return from Europe, where he had been for three years, most of the time in Lon don; and speaking of male geese re- minds me that he brought with him the loveliest poodle that I ever beheld- worth fortune, my dear. But that is not what I started out to say. Let me see-where was I? Oh, yes. He had just returned from England, and I found him good-looking Gin a poetical way), well educated, and, as you must have discovered from the letter | gave you to read-neyer dreaming it would lead to idiots and ganders-intensely devoted to Beauty unadorned,' which. as you know, the poet Thomson says is adorned the most His mother was my most intimate friend at school. Our braids-spigtails' rude boys called them were always tied with the same col ored ribbon, and our sun-bonnets trimmed with the same coiored silk. People laugh at school friendships, my dear, but they often outlast those But that's neither here nor there. Where was I? Oh, yes. We were in- separable friends, and we promised each other faithfully-having read a great many romanees where such promises had produced the happiest results-that If we married (and we both certainly expected to do so), and one had a son and the other a daughter, we would en- deavor to bring about a marriage be- tween them when they had attained a suitable age. She married, soon after she graduated, man considerably older than herself, with the decidedly unpoetical name of Peter-a mama ha insisted upon transmitting to his only son, though l hear, my dear. that among his dearest friends young. Peter is known as Aurelius; but he (the elder Peter) was wealthy, and Matilda was fond of But no matter about that. Where Oh, yes, remember: she married. A son WAS the result, did not marry, and consequently have no results. But I found you, my dear"
 "A motherless child, forsaken by an unloving father" interrupted Verona and springing from her chair, she flung both arms around Miss Phebe. and kissed each of her plump rosy cheeks.
 And no real daughter, I am sure" the elderly lady went on, when Verona