Connecticut western news., 1886-09-15

silver plate bore the name of "Glen- cross" in old English letters.
 Then, coloring deeply at her own cow ardly tremulou ness and utter lack of all resolution and enterprise, she rang the bell to settle the question at once and | definitely.
 sTs MT. Glencross at home7" she asked of the colored servant who answered the summons.
 | Yes, MT. Glencross was at home; would the young lady enter9 And Lilias was shown into an apartment curtaincd with heavy folds of purple satin and carpeted with velvet of the same rich color, an apartment whose dusky splen- dor made her think of all the stories she had read of enchanted palaces in the | realms of fairy land.
 As Lilias sat on the silken sofa, wait ing with throbbing heart for the ap- pearance of her unknown cousin, the thought stole into her mind that he wasn't so much of "miser" after all and then came a sick sort of misgiving that her mission was all in vain.
 ''For surely" she thought, glancing tremulously round the elegant apartment, Che will not want any one to make bread or look after the kitchen expendi- lures. wish--oh, I wish that I was safe at home againr'
 The thought had scarcely framed itself in her mind when door at the farther end of the room was opened, and tall, handsome man, scarcely thirty years of age, entered.
 "LI beg your pardon, sir" faltered Lilias, all in a flutter, ''but wished to see Mr. Glencross."
 'I am MT. Glencross."
 "Youp Lily rose up and sat down again, coloring vivid scarlet. This, then, was their 'sfar-off'' cousin, and how widely different from their dreams and fancies! Apparently the gentleman saw and pitied her painful confusion, for he said politely:
 'sMay ask in what manner I can be useful to you2"
 'I am Lilias Waylandr' she answered, in tone that was scarcely audible.
 "Waylandw A shadow, faint yet distinctly perceptible, overspread his face at that word, and Lilias saw it with failing heart. She forgot the labored speech of palliation and excuse that she had prepared. She forgot that he was no silver haired patriarch, but a handsome young man, surrounded by all the adjuncts of wealth and luxury. She remembered only poor Charley and her own sickening idea of debt, disgrace and ruin; and sinking on her knees at his feet, she sobbed out her pitiful story.
 '.He is so young," she walled, "so young, surely you will not refuse to give him another chance for name and fame! will work and toll for you until the five hundred dollars are every cent paid. l will be servant, 8 seamstress-what you please, only promise me that you will not visit him with the penalties of the lawr'
 Her voice died into quivering silence, but her eyes still appealed.
 ''Rise, Miss Wayland," said the young man, without moments consideration. 'T promise that this offence of your | brothers shall be overlooked for the sake of the sister who has pleaded so eloquent ly for him."
 "And I-what can I do for you2 What must I do? For if I cannot repay the money in some shape or other I shall die of shame and modification
 'I will take the matter into consider. ation," said MT. Glencross, gravely, yet not without certain gleam of amuse ment in the corners of his mouth at the idea of that pretty, slender creature ren- dering up to him the equivalent of the five hundred dollars. 'And now, Cous. in Lilias-for believe we may claim re- lationship, although it is somewhat dis tant-I shall insist upon you as my guest for while. Let me ring and send fol my mother!"
 Mrs. Glencross, stately old lady ir black silk and Valencinnes lace, wei comed Lilias Wayland with smiling hospitality which belonged to the an cient regime, and almost before sh. knew it the girl found herself chatting innocently away to her hostess, as if sh' had lived all her life in the sunshine oi that pleasant smile; while Paulus Glen. cross, busied among some papers at the table beyond, watched the sweet chang ing countenance with new interest.
 '1 never saw such lovely face in m, life" he thought. "The profile is a on my mothers cameo, and the eyes ar as full of shifting lights as diamond Upon my word, this little new cousin i an acquisition"
 When Lilias wrote her happy lette home that night MT. Glencross added pleasant postscript aud Charley Way land knew that his season of peril wa over.
 Lily had been nearly month tn guest of the stately old lady in blacl silk and Valenciennes lace, when on, day Paulus, coming suddenly into tht purple twilight of the drawing-rooms found her sitting all alone with tear drops glittering on her peachy cheek. | ssWhx Lily whnt is the matter2n