Connecticut western news., 1886-06-23

also all that had been left to be inferred.
 It was not possible for him to leave his business entirely, but it had been ar ranged that once month he was to pay few days visit to the springs, and in the intervals be refreshed and comforted by regular and plentiful supplies of let ters.
 The supply was pretty fair the first week, but fell off gradually afterward, until several days passed without any token of Nona's faith and memory. Still he did not feel much troubled. He thought he quite understood Nona's rea- sons, and at any rate he relied with inn plicit confidence on the effect which Philip Hays in his own proper person could not fail to make.
 This confidence did not agree with events. He arrived at the springs and found Mona out driving with Jack Chris tie-a young man whom he particularly disliked for his pretentious manners. He was on the piazza when they returned, and he was certain Mona saw him, though she kept her eyes on Jacks face, and pretended the greatest interest in his foolish conversation; for of two things Philip was certain--frst, that her inter- est was pretended, and second, that Jacks conversation was foolish.
 Then he felt unaccountably and, as he very well knew, unreasonably chilled by the greeting of the splendidly dressed Mona, who calmly and nonchalantly ex- tended the tips of her gloved fingers to him, drawling out the while pretty lit tie assurance of being ''so glad to see MT. Hays" with the information that "Cecile had been expecting him since the early morning train."
 ''Cecilew he said, responsibility. 'And you too, Nonaa"
 "Oh dear no, MT. Hays. It is quite too exhausting to expect anything. One at time is quite sufficient"
 Philip was shocked and silenced for the time. For one distressing half hour he tried to assume his rights as her be- trothed, but she kept Jack Christie per sistently between them; and so, angry and hurt, he sought his sister Cecile.
 ''Cecile," he said, "what change there is in Mona! What is the cause?"
 "A wonderful change! I never saw gir, improve so rapidly. I suppose you are the cause. Do you know that she is really the belle? Jack Christie and Ed. Forsyth and half dozen others are rav-. ing about her. Positively they are,
 every kind of them, but"
 "Well, so it is, you know. Very first families, and all that kind of thing, you know. Upon my word, brother, l believe Mona will make a sensation next winter. Mamma is quite satisfied now"
 But Philip was not. No, not at all. Very far from it. That night at the hop Mona looked lovely and grand enough for queen, her golden hair arranged in some picturesque style, which Jack Christie audably declared to be "just the thing" yards of satin and lace mak- lag track of glory behind her, and gold and jewels flashing from her head, her. throat, and her wrists.
 All in vain, however, Philip pleaded for dance. Mona had been engaged for every set since breakfast, and she reminded him rather maliciously of the necessity of conforming to the usages of society. So he had the satisfaction of watching the social triumph of the fu- ture Mrs. Hays.
 Three miserable days of continual disappointment and then Philip deter mined to go back to New York, and see | Mona no more until she returned to her country home.
 | He bade his mother and Cecile good by, and gave the regulation kiss to Mona, who received it with perfect placidity and many kind wishes for his pleasant journey; for, as he was to leave I very early in the morning, the ladies did not expect to see him again before his | departure.
 As they passed out of the parlors Mona | turned moment, and flash of the old tenderness made her face beautiful, her lips parted, and she hesitated moment as if she would speak, but finally passed on and away.
 Poor Philip! He took his cigar and sat down on the dark, silent balcony, miserable enough; but in about half au hour timid little figure stole through the deserted room, and without warn. ing laid her hand upon his shoulder, He turned rapidly, all the great passion, which had grown to deeper intensity 1T bis suffering, bursting out in one i'm ploring whisper of ''Nonar'
 'Philipr
 We'll, you know the end. Philip die not like the fashionable Mona at all; hi whole heart cried out for the sweet, nat ural girl that he had never prized enougl till he believed her gone forever. Th' tangled curls, the short dresses, even tn, little ruffled aprons, never more looked homely ill his eyes.
 Ever afterward he had the most whole some fear of Mona turning fashionable and she to this day, when Philip is il the "opposition," reminds him of his on experiment in managing women, and as sures him that in the long run he woul' not like his own way if he got it, and S he takes hers, which, afterall, have n