Connecticut western news., 1882-01-18

] and that had not, as yet, seen much of Vale of Oruix.
 "No, you haven't" said the old gen tleman. "Well, you'll drive through it now" And he shook the reins and the old horse began to stumble along. And on we drove past certain rows of brick houses very much like each other, and with the same flowers in their front gardens, until, having passed the church, we came to one happily set about by old oak trees, before the gate of which we drew up.
 1 A girl stood at the gate-a fair girl in blue muslin dress and white apron.
 "Take the sugar, Mary, before it gets upset" said the deacon. "This is Mr. Mactaggert, that's to preach for us. MT. Maotaggert, this is my daughter Mary"
 1 We bowed, and she vanished with the parcels. ... l, "What lovely little creature l" said I to myself Nothing like Angelina, but so pretty p And l found myself thinking of her as I washed my hands and brushed my hair in the blue walled bedroom on the second floor with white frlnged counterpanes and curtains, and two black silhouettes over the mantle piece on either side of the china vases of roses A..
 There were only four of us at the table--the deacon, his wife, stout lady, who never said more than she could help, and Mary. Sic had spent the last winter at Glasgow. and we talked about all she had seen, She was self-possessed without being forward, and oh, SO pretty Now, Angelina was splendid and queenly, so this mild praise that she could not have obi iected to, only I said it very often. I preached on the next Sunday. It was settled that I should spend the summer there.
 I wrote this to Angelina: -. l Since you cannot be with me it does not matter where am-this stupid place as we'll as any other. Address to
 the care of Deacon Stevenson. shall remain with him while preach here. {"
 It was pleasant summer, despite the dullness of the place. How good the
 quaint old deacon was when one really
 knew him How motherly was Mrs.
 Stevenson As for Mary, she grew
 sweeter every day I often wondered
 what Angelina would have said could
 she have seen me helping her to pick
 blackberries, to find the runaway COW,
 to carry home the milk pail, driving her over to the country grocery, and return ing with freight of groceries-Ange- lima, who knew nothing of domestic
 details, and whose monogramed and
 perfumed letters were often brought
 over from the office in company with
 the parafine can. wrote my sermons at one end of the round table, while
 Mary sat at the other sewing. Between
 us was lamp with green paper shade.
 Now and then big bug would fly into
 the window and go humming about oul
 heads, or moth would try to singe its
 wings over the chimney and I would
 drive it out. The old people would ge
 to bed after while, and then Mary an6
 I would find ourselves hungry, and sht would go into the kitchen and finG something good" always held tn, light for her. And when somethins good was found we ate 1t on the bacl porch, sitting side by side on the ste] , like two children.
 , She was so like a child, that ittl } Mary, that it seemed no harm to ask he } to kiss me good night, or to hold he . hand in mine, as it rested on my arm in our long walks home from church o 3 Sunday evening. f The summer passed, October came F Angelina returned to the city and wrot 0 to me. It was while we were eatin
 peaches and cream on the back pore @ that evening that said to Mary: s' @ will tell you secret if you will keep d for while, Mary"
 ]. "Oh, of course I will, MT. Macta, @ gert."
 l. 1T am going to be married this a, h tumn, Mary" said. ''Those brett d letters you always thought came frol 's my sister are from the lady who is g marry me. She is very beautiful, vel y rich, very stylish, but very kind. Yc e must come and see us, Mary. when V 10 are married. I shall tell Angelina ho ], good you have been to me-what t, sweet little sister I found out here IS the Vale of Oruix. Why, Mary" le For, as spoke, I felt the little har St held grow cold and heavy in mine. r, saw her sink backward. The big chil y bowl of peaches and cream slipped with y crash to the ground and shattered
 pieces. -a as I caught the poor child in my arm Ut In 8 moment she came to herself, ar a said she had overtired herself, sl O. thought. They had been baking ,g day, and it was warm. And now sl on bade me good night. But I did D is- see her the next day, nor the next. s be kept her room, and was not we'll enou
 to bid me good-by. "r ... '
 Poor little Mary! felt very mis' of able. However, Angelina met me ,ol Glasgow. She was more beautiful tn re- ever-more elegant in contrast to I ed simple country friend-and very soon nd laughed at myself for the thought u In had been in my heart. Of course s, le- it was the baking that had overco i'll, Mary-it was not my news. I had ol he been to her as friend-as brother 2 had not made love to her; above all Ice had not firted with her. But I thous