Connecticut western news., 1883-08-08

men they are, too, though they don't write stories or poems, nor do they lecture or give public readings or grand parties, nor do they paint pictures, but they have missions they are glorious women."
 "Well, but wasn't it one of them that told me that ghoulish way of curing my baby of disease that never was and never will be [" and she caught hold of 8 sweeping bough and the hammock ceased it's swaying, while she stared in 8 questioning way.
 "Just so," said I, "but she is none the less good neighbor for that. That is no fault. The superstitious notions of her ancestors, who came from Salem, Mass. long ago, still finger in the blood. It takes good while to get rid of these l things. You know how it is. That brown mole on your neck dates back more than one hundred and fifty years your grandfather said so. And this red spot betwen my own eyes is hereditary it is very old-it is mine by right. We are made up out of the odds and ends and fragments of those of our kin who have gone before Yes, you'll have the same dear, kind neighbors in the mill you'll leave them there. They will as- simulate with the others you have chosen"
 And there we sat and chatted in the soft afternoon of that beautiful summer | day. The yellow bees hummed in the | Haunting nasturtium flowers that were trained up like @ vine round the pillars of the porch. The swallows skinned and darted and futtered with buzzing wings down the wide chimney of the old house among the poplars. A picnic party drove by with gleeful voices, and the horses tossed their names as though proud of the pretty maidens who essayed to learn how to drive. While I sat listen ing to the soothing sounds, lulled by the sweet breezes of the summer, I heard 8 gentle tapping of fingers on the door of the pantry-just noise enough to attract my attention. There stood good Mrs. Mercy, my neighbor, with basket covered with 8 cloth as white as the foam of milk.
 I tip-toed in, lest I should rouse the dozing mother and babe in the ham, mock. knew the tricks of my kind neighbor. She was always ''at her tricks" and how good they did come, sometimes, when I was tired or had company or had been doing big days work.
 "You see, miss, :" she said, '1 thought as you had company you would be glad of something that would save work, and her sun-browned face blushed with embarrassment, for, as she said often, -sfe had ''no flow of language. She knew better than she could express; she was discerning, kind, thoughtful, and unselfish. And here in the pantry, she uncovered the basket and took out 8 deep dish more than half full of the daintiest yellow cottage-cheese, with the thick, golden cream lying half an inch thick over it's surface. I was so glad. The visitor from the city-Kate-had never tasted or seen such luxury, I knew, and it was doubly welcome, com ing from the s'ghoulish woman" who had prescribed for the baby's ailment. In the other end of the wide market basket, covered up in her best "chany dish pearl white, with pale, wild roses l intertw isted into the vine with ferns running around it-lay block of fresh, new honey that would weigh no less than three pounds. Again I was so glad. Kate would be pleased, too. In- deed, I wanted to see her high notions taken down little.
 "Oh don't thank me. It's all right you'd a done the same thing why, it's pleasure for me; law me don't say so p said my neighbor, when I said I was gladder than I could express.
 "Now," said she, ''make some of your nice puffy, bakin' n'-powder biscuit, and shave some of that good beef that I seed you storing away awhile ago, and pot of your good tea, and set your table out T the porch in the shadder O the grape vines, and you'll have pictur' that youl friend will carry back to the city-one that she'll often think over"
 And looked up into her gray eyes and thought of the new neighbors thai Kate had, in imagination, settled abou
 her, and of my suggestion that she re
 tained the Flints down at the Fin
 Mill.
 I acted on Mercy's suggestion abou
 biscuit and beef and tea, and set tn,
 table out on the long porch at the vine,
 end, where the plant-stand and tw,
 hanging baskets were, and I never say
 woman made happier than my visito
 was.
 She praised the cheese and had neve l eaten any like it, with the taste of com
 bined cream and butter and cheese. Tn , honey was a poem; she said 1t was rhym
 and reason and beauty and inspiration | and brought her visions of fields of nod 7 ding clover-blooms and meadows wit sweet honeysuckle bells a-swing in tn t breeze and of brooks aud hedge-rows r. all out under the blue of quiet, summe skies in the beautiful country. 3 Then told her whose hands had mad and brought the cool, rich treat for ou cozy tea, and the thick, clear, pearl @ honey in her best "chany dish"-th T wedding gift of old Salathiel Stone, wh 8 had "united in the holy bonds of matr f money" not only our neighbors, Saba, @ tian and Mercy, but her father an