Connecticut western news., 1885-04-22

flexible, perfect in shape, and imbued with strength that made simple con- tact with it pleasant. He looked at her face, and it's expression made him drop his hand.
 "You must be very strong" he said.
 "Yes," she answered. "My ancestors, you know, killed oxen with their fists. I am very strong"
 The rest of the community were un- accountable in their behavior. After that first day, when they were disposed to crown his head, and lay doves at his feet, and make him feel altogether like g fool, they seemed to return to their first state of suspicious dislike, tempered only with some dread of his mysterious power.
 It was a week after his last visit, that ring at the office bell, one morning, announced Marie Won Sulevitch. She had walked far, for she breathed hard; but her face was white, and showed that she was sustained by moral rather than pnysACal bGEouBGu.
 Dr. Hoyt sprang to get a chair; but she leaned against the door.
 "No," she said. "I will not sit down. I wish you to tell me where to go, be- cause you said I could be nurse, and it is no longer possible for me to stay at home."
 The Doctor walked the length of the room, and turned before he spoke.
 "Tell me all of it," he said. 'I am your friend" '-
 She sighed wearily.
 "There is nothing to tell. You would not understand. It is Nicholas this time. It is the same whether it is Alexis or Ivan. They do not care who, but they will make me marry. They say I am of the world. If I will not marry Nicholas, they will cast me of to the worlds people. I am no longer of them. I come to ask you what you of the world do with your women who do not marry"
 Dr. Hoyt looked out of the window, and there was queer smile on his face.
 "Why not?" he whispered. "She is beautiful and good, more capable, every way, than the best of their book crammed girls; more nearly in the image of her Maker, too. Why not2"
 "Marie," he said, aloud, turning toward her, "are you sure that it is not that you do not wish to marry Nicholas and Alexis? I ask you now to be my wife. Will your resolution be still the sameY
 Vivid color rushed over her face, and she put up her hands despairingly.
 "They said I would be lost among the worlds women P she cried. "Oh, they were cruel to cast me away 1"
 "No. Marie 1" and Philip Hoyt took her hand, as he had done that other day, which both silently remembered. "You will not be lost as my wife; your thoughts are like mine. Why should we not be happy together, caring for the sick ?"
 Her face grew pale again and her eyes were bright with happiness.
 "You mean that I can serve you, make your life better, be useful to you ?" she questioned.
 Men never tell their real thoughts at these critical times; but comical vision of Alice Bayard's probable ideas of wife hood, compared with these, did cross this lover's mind, though it was very tenderly that he said:
 My Marie, you are great woman; but to make your husbands life better, that is worthy, even of you"
 They were married at once, and have lived very happily, the Doctor and Doc toress, equal unmirdful of the scornfr pity which is all that the Bostonians and Mennonites vouchsafed by the way of remembrance.
 Mrs. Hoyt retains many of her Orien- tai ideas of the wife's domestic station. Her thoughts are still largely of service. She has way of slipping out of the room when many people come; but she will listen at midnight, with wide awake interest, to professional accounts of epidemics and surgical operations. Her household is we'll ordered, and ii she does not assert herself, and is moi brilliant for the many, her husband is still content. Men are Eastern poten. tates, shorn only of opportunity. Dr. Hoyt finds a satellite, whose shining face reflects always his own glory, SC agreeable that he has never wished tc have instead 8 rival planet.-Ihe l I11dependent.