Connecticut western news., 1888-01-11

gentleman from the clty-tne new boarder"
 He advanced, with rather puzzled countenance.
 "Yes," said he. CT"
 "rve come to drive you to the cot tage," said Christine Blessington. "Jump in, please! Where's your trunka There's room for it behind"
 My trunk is to be sent by express. But"
 "Oh, very well!" said Chrissy. ''Be quick, please --the horse won't standr'
 The stranger cast an amused glance toward old Jenks, who certainly looked as little like a runaway steed as could be imagined as he stood there, meekly balanced on three elgs, with his head hanging down.
 "And who are you2' said he, pleas antly. "One of the fannily7''
 "Oh, Pm Chrissyt the youngest girl, you knowp' explained she.
 ''Tho youngest, eha Are there many of you2' .-
 Chrissy eyed him with a sidelong glance.
 'He's curious about us," thought she. s'Well, that's natural" And she an- swered, complacently:
 ''Well, there's Georgia--she's twenty two. And she's engaged to an officer in the army, although she thinks I don't know it. And Kate is twenty, and she's gong to set her cap for the new princi- pal of the school. At least she says so. She's tired of making over old gowns, and dyeing old ribbon, and keeping genteel boarders. don't envy the prin- cipal of the school" Chrissy added, giv- ing old Jcnks an admonitory touch with the whip, as he showed an undue in- clination to sidle toward the entrance of Bowery Lane. ''Kate has got an awful temper. She flew into passion and boxed by cars just before started"
 ''Boxed your earsp repeated the stranger, repressing strong inclination to laugh. 'Why, how old are youa"
 "I'm sixteen an half," said Chrissy, almost wishing that she had not told the incident, as the crimson flush rose up to the very roots of her hair. "And she oughtn't to treat me like child! I wish sho would get married and go away. should be deal happier with out her. Oh, ohl there comes load of barrels! Old Jenks is awfully afraid of a load of barrels He always shies when he sees one.
 "Let me take the reins,' suggested her passenger.
 And presently, under his charge, old Jenks, who, to do him justice, had evinced no particular emotion of any sort, was engineered safely past the fearful object.
 And then Chrissy pointed out the various localities to him, told him about the ghost that was said to walk in old Squire Hart's deserted house, showed him the place where fox was shot in the spring, and confded to him where to go if he wanted to find the finest nutting copses of the vicinity.
 And while she was enlarging on these subjects, old Jenks stopped sleepily at the front gate of the pretty Blessingtou cottage. ,..-=.
 All the Morefe.d heads were at the window-Mrs. Morefeld, Jeanette Morefeld, Susanna Morefsld, and tho married Miss Moreield, whose present name was Mrs. Josiah Stubbs.
 "Bless meI said Mrs. Stubbs, in a stage whisper, 'what a very gcnteel young man."
 '.It's the city boarler," explained Mrs. Blessington, between the twinges of her neuralgia. "Doctor Buffer recommended him here for pure country air He's just up from malarial fever, and needs change. and Doctor Buffer dear, good man-knew how we were sit. uated, and that we had a nice front room to spare" ..-....
 "Humph!' commented Mrs. Moze- field. ''He doesn't look much like a sick man."
 While Kate ran out to open the door, all smiles and freshly tied pink rib bons.
 sIs it Mr. Dorrauce2" she said. "I am Miss B'essington"-with her most engaging air of welcome. "Please walk in. hope you haven't been very much tired by the journeya'
 It's Kate," whispered Chrissy, sud. denly overcome by bangs of compunc- tion. 'Don't let her know I told ou about her temper"
 'I am afraid there is some mistake" said the gentleman, pausing in the very act of taking his valise out of the wagon. "My name is not Dorrance. And I was going to Mir. Falkner's place, where I have engaged board for the winter. I am John Wilder, the principal of the Graded School"
 Chrissy dropped the reins, jumped out of the wagon and ran to hide her self in the hay mows of the barn. The Morefelds stared harder than ever. Kate Blessington looked in- initely puzzled.
 Dear mel" said she; tits one of Christine's blunders. We were very | foolish to have trusted her. Do como in, Mr. Wilder'--with still more win. some smilc--- "and rest yourself, and have some tea. We are all anxiety to become acquainted with our new prin-