Connecticut western news., 1883-03-14

would just go to him and see If he could help me. But when went to his house he was far away on the public works. So I had no more heart nor strength to go any further, and l had enough to do to get home. But oh sorrow came heavy on me then; for when I called on father, as came in, to ask him if God had sent him any food, he did not answer and when I came to his bed, and put my hand upon his fore head I found that he was dead and cold, and was left alone in the world y Here the poor girls voice failed; and, commencing to weep bitterly, she turned her head away. found the tears rising in my own eyes too, but endeavoring to turn her thoughts from this sad scene, said
 "You have mentioned Eugene once or twice-who is Eugene?"
 She dried her eyes in @ moment; and resuming the natural vivacity of her | manner, she called aloud to some one who was evidently near at hand
 Eugene! where are you, Eugene !? I wouldn't wonder if he was here this l minutei'
 And, truly enough, he was for slowly emerging from the same holly bush where I had observed the young dam sells eyes in the first instance, came a tall, good-looking youth, clean and fair, with a cheek as smooth as womans. He was about nineteen or twenty years of age, and as bashful as 8 youth detected under such circumstances-though she had evidently hid him there herself could be.
 "Don't be afeard, Eugene" cried the damsel-" don't be afeard. The gentle man isn't angry. Come and spake to him this minute. He's shy, your honor, :" said she, turning to me in conciliatory voice, as if excusing and patronizing her lover, over whom she evidently consid- cred she had great advantage in facility of speech and general knowledge of the world" shy, and doesn't know how to spake to gentleman and I hope you'll excuse him but he is good kind boy for all that and we'll able to be- come tenant for the little place, if you will only put his name in the book"
 "Well, but" I urged, eff put his name down in the book, he will be the tenant, and not you; and how would that answer your purpose ?"
 ooh, sure your honor, it would be all the same; we would get married at once, and we would have the little place be- tween us, as I feel lonesome in it all by myself" " ..... .-
 "How large is the little place?" in- quired I.
 "WeI, for that matter. it is big enough" she replied; ".but indeed it is not much good, as it's able to feed noth-
 ing but the bees. And, troth, don't know where they find anything to gather,
 except in autumn, when the blossoms
 comes upon the heather"
 "What is the value of the place p
 asked.
 "WeI, indeed, it's not much. The
 late agent said it was good value, little
 cabin and all, for Is. Sd. year, and the
 rent was never raised since, and we made
 few perches of potato garden near the
 house."
 "And so you and Eugene really wan
 to marry and set up house upon a place only worth Is. Sd. 8 year, cabin, noun
 tain land, garden, and all?
 "Well, indeed, your honor, I don't set what better we could do. You see, Flu
 gene and I have known each other for l long time now, and all the neighbor
 knows we love each other very much and why wouldn't love him, poor boy
 when it was himself that saved my life. "How did he save your life ?" I asked "Well, you see, I was telling you al : about it," she resumed, "when yo } asked for Eugene, and I had to presen
 him to your honor. But, sure enough } 1t was Eugene, and no one else, tha saved my life, that night was tellin
 you of when father died. I found hir 3 cold and stiff in the bed when I cam home; and had nothing in the hous 7 myself-no meat, nor bread, nor pote toes, not ha'porth; so I just sat dow !; on the bedside near him, and-God fol B give me !-I prayed that He would talk y me too. for was helpless and sorrowfu - and weak and down-hearted, with th g hunger. And then began to cry an d I thought of my mother, how she ha q died, and how father was dead, and I @ one to bury him. And thinks I, if J. die too, the cabin will make decel e little grave over us all, and no one wi [, know anything about it So I WI @ crying on, thinking of all these thing
 and wondering how it all came abou e when I heard a footstep at the door, al g I guessed at once it was Eugene's. 1t he never said word to me at first, b n he sat himself down beside me. Al t after little, he says, What is it, Ma ve dear 9 sOh, Eugene says I, moth o is dead, and now father is dead-there h is before you-and I'm going to die tc ;o for I'm broken hearted, and have not a ing to eat Eat this,' says Euger d and he pulled an elegant loaf out of of pocket-'I guess ye came up to look t, me to-day and when l came home fre ,e the works, and mother gave me my su
 per, just put it in my pocket, as le wasn't bit hungry myself, and came " with it to you. So eat it, Mary dear, y I couldn't eat it, if basketful of bre B. was before mer We'll, knew the pc SC boy had stinted himself to give it 1T. me; but was we'll nigh gone, so l J