Connecticut western news., 1886-08-11

 out clearly that her presence was needed, and with only one regrctful sigh for the bright dreams she had cherished, she began preparations to return to England. Turner earnestly begged to be allowed to accompany her, but she gently re- fused.
 "I shall come in few weeks, whether you send for me or not. We must finish this interrupted tour together, Marian" " he suggested.
 She returned home to find their guar dian dead, and their fortune gone swept away in some ill-advised specula- ton. The maiden lady sought home with relatives, and Marian Ray found herself among the worlds workers, and with helpless invalid to take care of. Helpless, did we say2 Nay, she was the only hope and comfort of poor Mari ans heart {; for her handsome, wealthy lover came not, and the letter she wrote to him explaining their rcverses of for tune remained unanswered. She tried to think of him with contempt; to hold the love that failed in the hour of her bitterest need as valueless; but she only succeeded in tormenting her own faithful loving heart, which, in spite of pride and reason, chung to that short, sweet TO nance with a hold death alone could break:
 All day she walked from house to house, through the bitter cold, while the fogs hung dull and heavy over the metropolis.
 It was dark when she reached home, and hurrying eagerly upstairs, she pushed open the door, anxious to be with her sister as soon as possible. They were careful with fuel, with everything; necessity forced them to study economy, and Marian expected to find the room iu darkness, only scanty handful of coal in the grate. She entered to find glow ing fire, and the table set with daintiess, while the little tea kettle steamed merri- ly on the hob.
 "Ethelm she cried, hastily throwing off her hat and cloak, and turning towards her sisters bed:
 ''Oh, Marian, sister," cried the invalid, in voice treml Ing with strange emo ton.
 Then Marian felt her heart leap in a suffocating throb of pain and rapture, for out of the semi-darkness of the corner Mark Turner advanced, with outstretch- cd hands to meet her.
 'Marian, have you no welcome for mel"
 A chilling remembrance of all his silence and neglect swept over her, and pride rose in arms.
 Certainly, IT welcome you, Mir. Turner" she said, stiffly, stepping back little.
 "Whatl have you forgottena" he cried, in keenest disappointment.
 "No, sir; it is because I remember, that can give you no friendlier greet ing. I wonder that you can expcctit, after such long neglect and coldness. can- not pass over such slights."
 "But Marian. he did not get your let ter; and he could not come when he in- tended, for hurt received among tho Alps kept him prisoner for several weeks, and then he had to search and search, and has just found us," said Ethel, half raising herself up, the crimson fire light giving even her pale face roseate tint.
 Marian's face changed, and her eyes mutely questioned her lovers.
 'It is all truc Could you believe I loved you so lightly" he murmured.
 And this time she did not shrink back when he approached, but gave him the welcome he craved.
 Ethel fell softly back among her pill lows, her delicate hands clasped, her eyes radiant.
 The reader can readily supply the sequel.-Amy Waring.