Connecticut western news., 1886-02-10

the other ornaments, who had nothing to occupy their minds but such things as occurred within the range of their vis- ions. The Japanese peasant shook his bronze head spitefully one day when they had been particularly affectionate and remarked significantly to his mate that some things made him ill.
 "Yes, indeed" she replied, ''and I don't approve of their actions in the least. No one ever. saw us act that way"
 q should say not. If they want to spoon they ought to go into the pantry with the knives and forks. This room is no place to pass a honeymoon"
 "No, indeed" returned the peasant girl. "It is positively disgusting. Every. time look in their direction feel as if ought to cough to let them know that they arc not alone"
 But whether the comments were favor | able or adverse it made little difference to the lovers. They were happy and i that was enough for them. So selfish is love, and fckle too. Luckily for stcry ! writers even the warmest love cools in | time and our terra cotta friends were no exception to the rule. Before the first year had passed they behaved very much 1 the same as ordinary married couples, and the inanimate gossips of the mantel amused themselves by criticising his neg lect of her in very much the same lan- guage his previous devotion to her had l been expressed in.
 What is advised to-day is criticised to- morrow by parlor ornaments the same as by the people who own them, so given is this world to rppishness- In the course of time another ornament made its appearance. She was beauti- full marble statuette. She was direct from Paris and had been in this country so short a time that her speech was more French than English. From the moment she appeared the terra-cotta troubadour paid no attention to any one else. This was not altogether incomprehensible, how ever. He too was of French descent, and he spoke both languages as fuently as the nature of his constitution would permit. She asked him if he would teach her English, and he was only too delighted i to be of service, so he said. At first the little wife thought nothing of her hus- bands actions. She also was French and sympathised with the new conner, but after while she realized that she had !! cause to be jealous. He grew more and more neglectful of her, and at last he would hardly deign to notice her at all. For days together he never addressed a word to her, so oengrosssd was he in bis charming pupil.
 Human nature is the same the world over, and those philosophers who refuse I to ornament the characteristics of their human owners do them serious injustice. The marble statuette was pleased with the attentions of the troubadeur, his neglect of his wife for her delighted her vanity, and besides this he was an entertaining fellow when he wanted to be, and she was not in. sensible to his unconcealed admiration Her heart was touched as much as such { heart could be touched, but her con. science was as cold as the marble of which she was made.
 "Do you ever play on your guitar?" she asked of him one day.
 'tNo," he replied, 'T never thought ot it before.'' .-
 II should think you would be beauti ful player" g.
 'rDo you like guitar music9" he asked after pause.
 'I'm in love with it. In Paris it is al the rage, and know you could play de hghtfully."
 "Why do you think soa''
 "You have such beautiful long fingers your arm is so graceful, and from you face can see that you are born musi , clan. Did you ever compose anything2
 .Never," he replied, feeling somewha
 ashamed of himself for the admission.
 '1'm surprised" she returned with
 smile of incredulity. She was skillfu actress, this cold marble damsel, and
 most experienced coquette.
 ''No," he replied, 1T have never triet
 to compose anything yet"
 "But you certainly know how to pla
 music?"
 "Well," hesitated the troubadour, ": : has been a long time since have don } anything in that line" ''You must change that at once To must practice on the guitar every day fo my sake.'
 3 'I will do so, most assuredly," he re t turned. '1 will begin tomorrow. 5 'By the way" continued the siren 9 'you have never sung for me yet" N-n-o," stammered the troubadoul : who, if the truth were known, had n s more voice than China plaque and eve less knowledge of music. e "Well, you must sing for me, too." 0 am somewhat out of practice" , Never mind that" replied the stat, a cite with an cntrancing smile. 1T wi i make all allowances for your modesty. | know you do sing charmingly. You e voice is so low and sweet" 3 "Do you really think sop he asked h half convinced against his judgment, { s foolish is lover, and ohl how cred, n lous!
 q "Iknow it." she replied emphaticall. :. ''f you were only onsthe operatic stag d you would be one of the greatest singe