Connecticut western news., 1888-10-03

''sucS WOlIn uoAcu Clty SlIls! Aat fool was to in ut her; she will never forgive it. l know her we'll enough for that" and he walked on again iuried in thou Int.
 Ho found the door of the farm house open, ard after laying her hat carefully on tho hall table, went straight to his room, threw off his coat, and lighted Q cigar. There was knock at tho door.
 "Mr. Kingsburyr
 "Com, inr' shouted Jack.
 "You ain't soen II .st,r a1ywhero on the road, M-. Kin ,sbury1' queried the farmer, stepping into the room.
 "Hasn't she returned yct2' cried Jack h astouislm mt.
 "No, and the old ladJ's a bit ner- vous; but toll her I reckon Hsstsr's stopped in to seq friend, and like as not she's forgot the tim,, thou ,h t'ain't like H ,ster to do it."
 "She should have boon here long ago, MT. Brent" sail Jack, spriaging up and thro wing oa his coat again. 'I fear som thing has happened to her. I met Miss II :ster near Br ,ok farm on my way home, and-well ---er-she sail she would drive home, and I walked across the field', so you see she ought to have been home first"
 Farmer Brent's weather-beaten face had puzz cd, apprchensive look as ho fol lowed Jack down the stairs.
 "Wait bit-ws'l get laaternsr he shouted, as Jack opened the front door. But Jlck was already out in the road, tearing along by the light of the moon, lar ahead ot the farmer aad some of the arm hands, who followed with lan- terms. Oa he went, looking carefully about him, until he came to the foot of steep rough hill. By the moons light he could distinguish largo, dark object lying in the middle of the road; the buggy had come to grief. Just then from a clump of trees close by came the whinny of a horse. Jack sprang to the spot from which the sound came, and at the foot of tree, with the horse standing close beside her, lay H,ster. Stooplag, he raised her in his arms and spoke to her, but no sound passed tho lip, that were as whit, as her dress. H, was powerful young fellow, and, lifting her easily in his arms, set out for the farm just as Far nor Brent cam, up.
 ''Shc has been stunned" said Jack; ''Ill carry her hom but l fear your wagon is smashed, Mir. Bcent, though the horso is safe. They mu have come to grief on the hill"
 What th,t walk homo was to him, Jack Kingsbury never told; but it seemed as if years passed before ho laid his litelcss burden on tho hard horss- hair sofa in the sitting room.
 Fool that I am!' ho muttered to himself, ia despair. "Oh, Hester! Hester! loved you and have killed you,' and he pressed his lips passion ately against her white forehead. He thought she stirred in his arms once, but he could not be sure, and Mrs. Brent was startled by his haggard face when he brou Int her in. Ho helped to administer restoratives until there was l faint sign of returning consciousness; theh he went out and threw himself in a hammock on the veranda, only to start up every few mi :ut,s for news of her.
 At two o'clock Mrs. Brent stepped out on tho veranda. ''You must go to bod now, MT. Kingsbury," she said. ''Hesters resting quits easy now, and the doctor says there's nothing scriou, beyond the great bruiss on her he,l. Thank you kindly, sir, for carrying tho dear child homo. I fear it's been too much for you, you look so white."
 ''Thank met! exclaimed Jlck, with harsh laugh, "you' ve littlo to thank me for, Mrs Brent. I'll go to bed, if there is nothing can do for Miss Hester or you2"
 It was late when he awoke next day, and he hurried throu yh his toilet to get news of tho invali1. Sh, was better her mother said, thou ,h ths pain in her head was still SC Lad that she would stay in bed until evening.
 Jack spent solitary day. He took a long walk and did great deal of thinking; the upshot of it was that ho went to his room and packed up all his belongings; then h, cano down after supper with a small bag in his hand looking for Farmer B-eat. The farmer and all his hands were out in the fields bringing in the last load, of hay, and his wife was putting awly the tea thinga
 In a hammock on the veranda lay Hester, looking very palo as Jack sul denly came round the corner of tho hous'.
 'Why. Miss II stcr, what have they done to your beautiful h,ir2 cried Jack forgetting erythiag ia his as- tonishment as he caught sight of the crop of short golden brown ourls which covered her small head.
 'Oh, they cut it off last night," said Hester, scarcely raising the long, dark lashes which hid her haz,l eyes as the color crcpt slowly into her checks
 ''Miss Hester," said J,ck again, his deep voice trembling, q did not in- tend to annoy you again, bat forgo for minute, coming on you so uaex-