Connecticut western news., 1885-01-28
The Jewels.

sIt's so very, very lonesome here r sighed Isabel Darling.
 And to one who had been brought up in the very heart of busy, bustling New York, it might well have seemed ''lone. some" in that solitary ravine of the hills, with only the sound of moaning pines overhead and the rustic of mountain stream, as it fled foaming over rock and powder, to people the weird silence!
 Grandmother Kesley had lived there all her life, To her there was compan. ionship in every stately tree and shud- dering clump of bushes. The sound oi wind shrieking down the huge stone chimney was sweeter, in her ears, than Nilsson's dearest notes.-the creaking of the shutters at night was the voice oi some gossiping companion ! How could Grandmother Kesley, at seventy, and Isabel Darling, at seventeen, be expect. ed to view life from the same platform Lonesome P echoed old Mrs. Kesley. "Oh, fiddlestick !! Get your knitting, and then you won't be lonesome.
 And, reluctantly enough, Isabel obeyed.
 Nightfall had long descended upon the solitary homestead among the hills. Here and there star shone momenta. rily through the ragged rock of clouds that were scudding from the northwest, and the wind was holding high carniva among the tree-tops in the glen below. Mrs. Kesley sat before the fire, with such generous heap of blazing logs as that no auxiliary candles were needed, and her queer, brown, wrinkled face looked like that of 8 Fairy Godmother 1T the ruddy shine. Isabel sat opposite her soft brown eyes mirroring the blazt as it flashed and fIckered, her dark hail shining like bands of satin.
 Isabel Darling was very pretty-st pretty, in sooth, that her thrifty parents who had five other feminine ''darlings' to dispose of, considered that her rose bud face ought to buy her fortune, anG indignantly bundled her of to Grand mother Kesley's, among the Adircndacl hills, when the first Sou1ocon leaked ou of lover who had no more money thar he himself could earn at his artist craf of wood engraving.
 "Our Isabel to throw herself away ol Fred Hensleyl" cried Mir. Darling "And with her face and the education we've given her P
 ''Of course, it's quite out of the aues ton l" said Mrs. Darling, who had jus such keen eyes and wrinkled brows e her mother might have had twenty -fiv years before--a worthy descendant c the line of Kesleys. "We must send he to Grandmother Kesley's at once."
 Grandmother Kesley had written bac favorable response to the letter of ir quiry that was at once dispatched upo the subject.
 "Let her come," said Grandmothe Kesley, with very sputtering quill pc on paper that was fashionable half century ago. "You needn't worry you selves about her lover. Lover aren't in my line, and this Hensley cha may have her, if once he finds his wa inside my doors, and welcome l"
 :. And it was in answer to this trump' of defiance that poor Isabel Darling VI now wearing her heart out, in the sol tude of these wild, northern hills
 Grandmother Kesley was kind-heartet too, in her way. She had done her be to enliven the pining prisoner-hs brought down packet of musty o novels, "Clarissa Harlow" "Charlot Temple" "Alonzo and Melissa" ar the hke-furnished Isabel with materia to work a sampler exactly like th' which hung framed above the "be' room" mantel, memorial of her ON school-days, and even undertaken show her how to spin Could any mo tai, however unreasonable, ask more Yet, with all this, Isabel Darling st dropped
 Tonight Grandmother Kesley had new entertainment provided. She h' seen Isabel covertly crying once or twi in the course of the day, and her heu grew soft within her.
 "Isabel," said she, as they sat tete- tete in the twilight, 'I never show you my box of jewels ?"
 "No, grandmother, said Isabel, lii lessly.
 "Would you like to see 'em P''
 "Yes, grandmother, still witho anything of interest in the tones.
 Grandmother Kesley went to GU ously clamped old hair trunk that alwa