Connecticut western news., 1882-04-26
WIDOW APPLEDORE's ROMANCE

WIDOW APPLED0RE'S ROMANCE
 [Elizsbeth Cumings in " Our oontinent."l
 "A man that thinks of nothing but pep'mint oil an the price of wheat No! Emma Jane; my life has been humdrum enough without my ending it with Deacon Bliss. I shan't have him p
 "Well, we'll, Rosetta, If you won't I don't knows anybody's goin' ter try an make you," chirped plump, rosy Mrs. Phlox, looking up from the stout blue woolen sock she was knitting. "I s'pose the Deacon thought he'd right to ask you, seein' it's a free country. Caleb Appledore was awful nice man, but so's the Deacon. Lone wimmen are put on. Job Whittamore neglects your garding, an just see what work you have with your fires winters an keepin' roads broke out"
 I'm not going to marry just to have some one to tend the garden and do the chores, said Mrs. Appledore. "I've never found fault with them that's dead and gone, but I know what it is to live with person who does not care two pins for the things I do, and if I ever do marry again it will be some one who can sympathizs with me. I can't say I swallow all 'Lias Bradshaw says about the marvin of souls and affinities, but there's some truth in it you may depend. Besides, I'd like little romance in my life before die. e.''s...a....--. ''
 snRo-mance is all well huff, said Mrs. Phlo2> but you're thirty next March, Bosetta, an sech 8 man as Deacon Bliss don't grow on every bush. Bein' good provider, an @ splendid farmer, an deacon, an piller in the church may not be romantic, but they Ire good recommends in Q man you're thinkin' of marvin. I hope you'll think twice."
 " I have thought. and I shan't marry the deacon," said Mrs. Appledore decisiyely; "an' if that's being romantic I'm not ashamed of it."
 The little wid ow did not look roman tic. Her complexion was dull white and her hair dull brown. Dull, too were her large gray eyes that blinket behind short-sighted glasses, but he; form, though meagre and devoid o curve, was not without grace, and sh' had clear, swee t soprano voice which though it was untrained, she could us, with taste and feeling. The Harmoni cum, the Dixville musical association made her the head of all their commit tees, and relied upon her to sing all tn, solos. Indeed, without her it could no have existed. The wheezy melodeo1 which was dozen years old before became the property of the society ha' at last collapsed under the energeti fingers of Professor Jackson Jones, wh, did the accompanying, and they wer trying to buy a piano. They had givel concerts, and had oyster suppers til Dixville was tired, when Dr. Ollipo suggested lecture. It was whispere, that the doctor had expected the com mittee to invite him to read one of hi papers on the Semitic tongues but he did he was disappointed. They COT responded with many popular lecturers who all declined to visit Dixville on tn plea of engagements, and the committe at last invited a certain Professor S Clair Smith, about whom they kne nothing save that he had lectured i the neighboring villages with accept ance, to address them. The Professo had suddenly appeared in Dixvill mounted on a fine gray horse. Tn next day he was seen to enter the pos office with green bag on his arm, an the Gossips immediately reported ths he was wealth and had come from BoI ton. He at once accepted the invitatio of the Harmonicum Committee, an announced that his lecture would be o the Philosophy of Art" The meeting house was hired, and Mrs. Appiedol with select few began practicing som music for the occasion.
 It was the after noon before the le, ture, and Mrs. Appledore had invite her sister to spend the day with hel Domestic duties seemed to be just wh. Mrs. Philox was made for. Her hu band and sister usually did all h, thinking. In return she served thel with her hands but the few notior that did creep into her round head sl clung to pertinaciously.
 fsThe worst kind of fool is beetl headed one," she said, after a lo1 pause, ''an' putin this an that t gether, Rosetta, think you're prepa in with your romancin' to be just tn : kind of one."
 "I don't see how sisters can be so u like," and Mrs. Appledore drummed harsh accompaniment to her words ( the middle @ of her piano. "To sure, you are the oldest but age nc not make ons's soul elod.