Connecticut western news., 1884-01-16
THE LOVERS QUARREL.

''Never, while live," said Miss Rash leigh, "never while I live, will I see your face again!'
 She meant it when she said it; and as she spoke, she threw her betrothal ring toward her lover, who had offended her. It missed him and rolled down upon the floor and over the sill of an open china closet-one of those old-fashioned closets that used to stand on either side of the mantel-piece.
 She did not notice where # rolled; he did though; and after she had left the room, he turned to pick it up. The ring she had worn would always be precious to him. Miss Rashleigh went straight to her own room, as miserable a girl as ever lived, and moment later Grandmother Rashleigh hustled into the drawing-room, pushed the open closet door to, picked up the fallen magazine, set the annuals and books of poetry straight on the table, pulled down the shades, arranged the chairs mathematically against the wall, and hustled out again.
 ''I've had these things fifty years, she said to herself, "and there's Cornelia and her beau with no more respect for them than if they were so much lumber"
 Then she closed the door behind her, and went away to her own room up- stairs, where fine silk patchwork quilt M in hn froT1 frNr, a,l ! Corneia.
 Grandmother Rashleigh gave every young person of the family something If her own manufacture on his or her wed. 7ding day.
 ''Now," the old lady had said dozen times to Triphepy King, who was help- ing her; "I rather think CorneIia will have the best thing I've done; and !. there's bit in it of every handsome silk there's ever been in the family, and of her fathers and grandfather's wed. ding vests."
 'Yes'm, it's real memorial quilt, D said Tripheny. 'It takes you, mum, to plan scuh things"
 The quilt was finished and bound that afternoon. and Tripheny's job of quilt ing being over she went home. But she carried about the village the news that she "was sure all was over between Miss Rashleigh and Mir. Spear. She'd heard Cornelia sayiug something to her grandma, and the old lady was furious. " "He would never have done that if he had cared for me, you know, grandma, |" Cornella was saying at that moment.
 Stuff and nonsense l He loves the ground you walk on p said the old lady. "Youu never get such another, Cor nelia P
 Il sball never marry at all; hate men ]" Cornelia answered.
 And then her grandmother made tbe house too hot to hold her, and she went over to her mothers, her usual course when she fell out with grandma.
 Three days passed. At the end of the third Piety Pratt stepped in at Mrs. Rashleigh's-young Mrs. Rashleigh, as they called her, though she was nearly fifty, for grandma was old Mrs. Rash. leigh.
 'I expect you'll feel upset when tel you the news, Cornelia," she said. "Yor have been too cruel this time-he, he he OrViue Spear ha'n't been heard O. since he was at your house. His mother says he went over to explain and make up, and he never came back-he, he She thought maybe he'd stepped over tc his brothers, but he hadn't-he, he ! reckon he's drowned himselfi''
 "I don't know why the whole tow1 should talk over my affairs and ever, meddling old maid giggIe about them r cried Cornelia.
 Piety jumped to her feet, seized he parasol and turned toward the door.
 "Good afternoon, Miss Cornelia anC Mrs. Rashleigh," she said, with con temptuous courtesy "Ill remembe my manners, if other folks forget theirs Only there's other folks as likely to b, old maids as me, and fancy it's Mrs Spears affair now if anything has hap pened to her boyl
 Away founced Miss Pratt,
 "You've put Piety into rage, Cor nelia, said Mrs. Rashleigh. That's pity she has long tongue"
 But Cornelia was crying.
 "Oh, mother, dear,' she sobbed, ''i isn't true, is it Orville did feel dread fully. Won't you see, mother?"
 But at this moment Sally, the littl servant girl from Gradma Rashleigh' came flying into the room, without an more warning than if she had been she from gun.
 "The old missus says you are to com over at once, both you ladies p she criet standing before Mrs. Rashleigh, and rt beating her lesson like aparrot. 'There something of importance, and your needel at wonst."
 ''Get your bonnet, Cornelia," said he mother. 'I'lI just put on this sun-ha What is it, Sally; do you know ?"