Connecticut western news., 1882-01-25

Mother and father had been nothing but names to me since could remem- Der anything. I had been educated at Dr. Sartain's school and from thence had gone to college. There had never been any lack of money. The bills had been pad promptly. I had pocket money and good clothes, but never went home for the holidays, and no one ever came to see me. On my thirteenth birthday watch was sent to me, with ''From your loving mother" engraved the case, and then I said to Dr. Sar- tain:
 "When am I to see my parents ? This seems as though my mother loved me. Does she never care to see me ?"
 Dr. Sartain answered.:
 "Your mother is very fond of you, and an excellent mother, but your father is compelled to remain absent from home."
 I supposed from this that both my parents were abroad, and asked no more questions.
 Four years after this the news was sent me that my father was dead, but there was no alteration in my position. I went to college, chose my profession the law-and finally entered into the office of Gay & Brothers, with every prospect of success in my career. I had but one anxiety-my strange position.
 My parents, it appeared to me, must be wealthy. If they were also respecta- ble, why had my father never sent for me? Why did my mother never give me any token of her desire to see her son? I was man now. I had the right to ask the question and to be an- swered. But feared the answer, and I delayed. My acquaintances were many; my friends four-the doctor, his wife, my old fellow-pupil at his school, Roger Wharton, and my laundress.
 Yes, the laundress, Aunt Betsy, as every one called her, humble though she was, was one of my friends, and not the least valued of them. She was good old woman, straight and thin, but strong and hearty. She had taken "the boys things" to wash ever since I could remember. A boy drove little donkey cart to the doo1 with the great baskets on it, but she came once week to bring her bills and get her money, suppose; and tht doctors wife made much of her, anG old her about the children's do1ngs and the boys were pleased to see hel round little face. She had taken , special fancy to Roger Wharton and tt me, and our linen always came hom, mended and our stockings darned. O course, she took my washing home now that I lived independently, and tn, moderation of her prices was novelty in the laundry world.
 "You ask too ittle," sometimes said. But she always answered:
 'I charge quite enough-quit' enough, MT. Arthur"
 She kept up her interest in my studieI still, admired my law books, and won dered at my knowledge. I was nor pleased to see Aunt Betsey come int my room than was to see many 8 fn' acquaintance whose recognition was a, honor. shall always be glad to re mem Der that.
 confided in her little, and one da. she looked at me solemnly, shook he head, and said
 ] "Ah. boys need a mother. Do yo1 ever think of yours, lad?" | ''More than she does of me-" said I.
 "Don't dare say that, lad," an swered the old woman. "Your mothe is sore-hearted to be parted from vol like this."
 "How do you know ?" cried, start ing up. "Do you know my mother Aunt Betsey ?"
 ! She gathered up her basket, lookin ct me askanoe,