Connecticut western news., 1882-01-25

always will. Remember that" Ane she went her way.
 That evening I thought her words over until could bear it no longer, anc putting on my hat, went to Dr. Sar tain's house, determined to ask him who and what my parents were.
 The doctor and Mrs. Sartain sat to- gether in his study, and took the chail which was offered to me, and drew ii between theirs.
 "I have come to ask you some ques' tions," said" "questions that have 8 right to ask. Will you promise to an swer them ?"
 "Promise, my love" said Mrs. Sar- tain.
 ''I will decide when I have heard the questions" replied the doctor.
 "They are simple" answered. "Who was my father? Who is my mother |? Why have I never seen my parents? Where does my mother live?"
 I paused for reply. Thedoctor put his fnger-tips together, and replied thus
 "Your father was named, like your self, Arthur Varley. Your mother was his lawfully welded wife, Elizabeth now his widow. When you were five years old Fyour father was obliged to leave the country, and your mother confded you to our care. She has since, as you know, amply supplied your want. She is one of the most excel lent women I know. There has never been 8 blot upon her character. She has forbidden me to tell you where to | find her."
 "For some reason she hates me-" l said.
 "She loves you," he answered.
 "Then why will she not see me ?"
 "For your own good" said the doc- tor.
 "It is a mistaken idea," cried the doctors wife.
 "At first it was. Since the thing has gone on so long, nothing can now be done," replied the doctor. It is your mothers fixed deter imitation that you shall never see her. She has no other child, and is not poor. Her will is made in your favor. I have no right to tell you more."
 "But you?" I cred, turning to Mrs. Sartain.
 "Neither have I any rig ht," said the lady. "But say to you, find out for yourself. It is your duty. I know you better than your mother knows you"
 looked at the doctor. He avoided my glance, and said nothing.
 But how was to discover this mother of mine, who hid herself from me, yet who, they said, loved me?
 By that Christmas tide had fallen in love. The object of my admiration was beautiful girl, of very good family. l saw that she was not displeased, and her father, wealty client of our firm, did not object to my pretensions. In fact, we were engaged, and my heart was full of joy. Yet with it mingled the longing to find my mother and tell her of my happiness. One day l told old Aunt Betsey, who was counting my cuffs and collars.
 "Aunt Betsey," I said, "perhaps I shall be married some day."
 "Lord less us" cried Aunt Betsy. "You seem such boy"
 cit will not be at once," said, "but after I am we'll on in my profession. l love her dearly. She is MT. Charles Rushton's daughter.
 "Miss Rushton !" said Aunt Betsy. She folded her hard little hands together and stood looking at me. "The very top of the ladder" she said. Rich and stylish, and high family, and so pretty. But you'll have your things done in the family then, and see no more of old Betsy"
 "I'n give you my collars while have one left, and all my wife's ruffles, too."
 "I don't want hers," said Betsy, grossly. " Wish you joy, MT. Arthur Varley. I'm sure it's a fine match but her things don't care for"
 "Too much trouble, suppose" l said. as the door closed. But l thought of my mother more and more, and as that day was the one on which I drew my allowance, I went up to the doctors house, intending to make one more effort to move him to tell me where to find my mother.
 The doctor sat alone in his study. An envelope lay before him. As he saw me he drew it toward him, took out g tparcel of banknotes, and with them a letter, which he at once returned to the envelope and thrust into his vest pocket.
 "A letter from my mother" I said, and looked at the vest.
 It was an ordinary black vest, but the cut was lower than that of those he usually wore.
 He paid me my weekly allowance, said that my mother sent her love, and had heard of my hopes and wished me joy. And after 8 few words more ] took leave of him, but not to go di- rectly home. I sought Mrs. Sartain at once.
 "Mrs. Sartain,' said, 'it's growing very cold, and noticed that the doctor has 8 low-cut vest on. Get it off of him or he may have an attack of pneumo- nia. A gentleman know caught cold which resulted in consumption in that way. Take high vest into him and insist on his wearing it at once."
 ''You good boy," cried the doctors wife; chow thoughtful of you." And