Connecticut western news., 1882-04-26

spear in public life, an how she is willin' to do anything to help him. An then she inquired if thought she could g1t sewin' in Dixville when she feels 8 little better an is able to do it"
 Tears of shame and anger gathered in Mrs. Appledore's eyes as her sister spoke! "Is Mrs. Smith good looking !? Is she an interesting woman?" she asked.
 "I can't say how interesting she is. She seemed kind of trod on, so to speak. As for looks, she ain't any pret- tier'n you'd be if you worked as hard and didn't have half enough to eat, !" said Mrs. Phlox, calmly.
 Mrs. Appledore sobbed aloud. "What do people say about me? What shall I do?" she cried.
 "They don't say nothin' yet, on'y that you're dreadful foolish," chirped her sister, rising and putting on her calash, for it was almost supper time. "I can't say as I know of anything for you to do except to tell MT. Smith to stay t'home. 'Tain't likely Deacon Bliss will give you chance to say yes second time."
 There had been good deal of pleas urable excitement in receiving the visits of the professor. To dress herself in her best mourning and to sing her favor- ite songs to an appreciative listener. had been something to look forward to during the humdrum work of the day. The thought, however, of what her &C., quaintances were saying about her, en- bittered her life, and when the profess sor again called. one glance at her face told him that she knew all.
 s'Dear Mrs. Appledore," he began, but she checked him.
 'sYou had better go home to your wife Mir. Smith," she said coldly.
 Tears, real tears, came into the pro- fessor's big blue eyes. "But love you," he cried, "and she has always been an incubus upon my soul."
 "But she's your wife, persisted Mrs. Appledore.
 "I know it," moaned the professor, distractedly. ''It eats out my very vitals when I think of It. She don't feel as I feel. There's no wings for me as long as I am tied to her. We've no affinity"
 Mrs. Appledore gazed at him in dull wonder. These were almost the words she had used to her sister, but they did not sound pleasantly now.
 'I love you, Rosetta," went on the little man approaching her, "and want to ask you just one question. Were I 8 single man would you marry me?'' CT might" admitted the widow, smoothing down fold in her overskirt with trembling hand.
 Enough" and the professor flung his arms about her and pressed a rap- turous kiss on her forehead. "Bless you, my darling p and before she could answer him he was gone.
 The next evening when Mrs. Apple dore was taking down her washing from the line she was suddenly clasped from behind by pair of strong arms. "You will soon be mine," said the voice of the professor. "I've offered my wife $50 to leave me and she has accepted"
 Accepted P the widow cried, wrench ing herself free.
 "Yes, and as soon as can sell my book she shall go. I've lived in soul isolation long enough. My heart has found It's mate.''
 All the men that Mrs. Appledore knew were quaint of speech and some what rustic in manner, but what they considered duty controlled them. "You wretch p she cried, dashing the clothes pin basket at him. "Fifty dollars Yon ain't worth fifty cents. Go home and never dare to speak to me again ]"
 "Hear me-" he pleaded, catching hold of her gown.
 "I can't stay out hear and listen tc philandering talk," she answered, and twitching her dress from his grasr she entered the house. But the pro. fessor's hand was upon the latch. Like most little women, the widow was z curious mixture of timidity and courage She flung the door open. "Don't you dare come in p she cried. 'I'll throw hot water on you I'll-I'll kill you P Then slamming the door in his face bolted it securely.
 All the evening the professor paced , up and down Mrs. Appledore's back veranda. The next evening he agai1 appeared, and the next, and the widow thoroughly alarmed sent the bravest twin out the front way with note te her brother-in-law.
 MT. Phlox delighted in anything tha , could be called proceedings, and in { ! few minutes he had the Deputy Sherif and two constables and went marching down the principal street with them tt the great delight of all the small boy' of the village. It was impossible fo, l the Professor to escape. The officer crept round the house noiselessly. Tn, ) Sheriff collared him. the constable, ! pinioned his arms. MT. Phlox grabbed z him by the coat-tails and away he wa l walked to the village lookup. Mrs. Appledore passed sleeples f night, she imagined the whole town wa a wide awake and discussing her, ant long before daybreak she had resolved l to sell her home and Dixville Banl 3 stock and move West. "I've got m, 3 comeupance, she groaned. "I'v always been romantic and wanted romance such as I've read about, an