Connecticut western news., 1882-03-29

mischief Baby had done), when some body said, addressing her mother: "Have you heard that Richard Creighton is going abroad for his health? He has given up his situation, and sails In a day or two. They say he has failed fast lately"
 And the very next moment Aunt Emory fixed her spectacled eyes upon her neice's poor pale face, and asked, sharply: Whats the matter, child ? Do you see anything dreadful in the sweets ?"
 "No, ma'am," answered Lefty. with pitiful attempt at smile, when the spoon struck somthing harder than pre- served peaches should be.
 "Let me help you," said Brougham; and with one turn of his wrist he placed upon the dainty china shell before her a wad of paper.
 "And so that is the last of the cele- brated marmalade, is it?' said Aunt Emory. "I don't want any. I prefer my sweets unmixed with unknown for eign substances. Take it away, Norah. |"
 But Lefty was already slowly unroll- ing the paper Git proved to be the miss- ing part of the jars original hat)--a rather difficult thing to accomplish, as 1t stuck consistently to her small fingers, but accomplished at last, when out rolled the little gold pig. And on the inside of the paper was scrawled, in Kicks bold hand, these words: "MY DARn1Na-How foolish we are Il mean, am Here is the charm. | Miss Varian had it about ten minutes last night-only long enough to show it to you and tell you story about it.. Baby will give it to you. Had no pa per, so tore piece off one of your jam pots. Will see you tomorrow evening. "R1oK." Never did any young lady so suddenly break through all the conventionalities of society, never did daughter so quick ly forget the wishes of her mother, never did niece so unfinchingly brave the displeasure, of thirty y-thousand- dollar aunt, as did Lefty Lounsberry the instant after she had read this note.
 "Brougham," she cried, looking al him with beautiful, beseeching eyes, "l must see Rick. I must-I must. You will go and bring him to me, dear? ?" Qt was the first time she had evel called him ''dear." and, alas he fell that it would be the last.) For mo ment he pulled his long mustaehe ner vously. "We are not very good friends you know" at last he said.
 "Yes, I know. But I am to blame for that too," said Lefty, hurriedly Forgive me, Brougham, but mus soc Rick"
 And the good fellow, hesitating nt longer, turned from that imploring face and, with tugging at his heart-strings went of to seek his rival. He found him, and brought him back to the gir they both loved.
 And what do you think Aunt Emor. did Aunt Emory, who had declared over and over again that only as Mrs
 Brougham Brown, Lefty should inheri
 any of her money. Cleft the house il
 passion ?'' Not 8 bit of it. Sh
 laughed and laughed until she coul'
 laugh no longer.
 s'Now I shall have something new t. tell folks," she said. "They must b tired and sick of my old yarns. Tn
 sure am. Love. gold pigs. jealousy
 and ,marmalade all mixed up together It's one of the funniest things eve heard in all my life"
 "I'm glad you think so," said Mrs Lounsberry. ''1t don't strike me tha , way. What are they going to liv on?"
 "Oh, I'll look after them," said Aun , Emory and her remark makes yer , good ending to this real sweet story. MARGARET EYTNaE.