Connecticut western news., 1888-09-26
ONLY A DEAF WOMAN.

The train stopped at Blue. Station on time this Wednesday afternoon. It was not particularly puuctual train, neither did it especially matter whether it was or not, as Blue Station was ono of those Hodges in the vast wilderness" whers time was not reckoned according to the Wall street standard and where people took things easy.
 Tho stage for Hemlock Hill was waiting there-a clumsy conglomeration of musty leather, faded paint, and an- cient wood, drawn by two sleepy horses, and driven by a Jehu so old that one instinctively wondered how he ever got up and down from his aerial perch on the box seat. MT. Richmond and his friend Col. Jones took their seats, packed their valises snugly under their feet, and fastened their atty silk umbrellas in the rack overhead. There was o-ly one other passengers woman in brown waterproof cloak and a green veil, with lidded market basket in her lap and a tremendous ear trum- pet in her hand.
 'Only deaf woman," said Colonel Jones, glancing toward her. 'T sce," observed Mr. Richmond. "We need put q particular restraint on our conversation"
 'Are we all ready, driver2' shouted Colonel Jones, who was unused to, tho leisurely methods of life in place like Blue Station. The driver appear cd to rouse himself from Q sort of doz,.
 q be if you be!' said he. "Git up, Katel Look out, thar, you sorrelp
 And away they rolled.
 "Yes," said Colonel Jones, rubbing his neatly gloved hands, Git will be Q genuine surprise. And I meant it to be. want to sec for myself how things are."
 Certainly" said MT. Richmond, lurching from one end of the soat to the other, as the wheels took big stone ou their way.
 ''1he lad is over head and ears in love-" said Colonel Jones.
 ''Young men will be fools," observed MT. Richmond, cynically.
 'But school teacher; district school teacher!" sighed tho colonel, who was tall and portly and clean-shaven, with very black eyebrows n hair just dashed with silver.
 "A good many nice girls take to that business" remarked Mr. Richmond. MT. Richmond was gaunt gentleman, with hollow eyes, a parchment-coore skin, and general dyspeptic air. 'It isL't that I desplso the trade," said Col. Jore. "You know that as we'll as I do, Richmond. If the girl is ,ood and pretty, I'd as soon she should De school teacher as anything else. But want my boy to have a real home ike home. My wife gave me one, and solemnly believe it was the making of mo. And Victor's wife must be no mere book machine or wearer of fine clothes. If she can't sew, and sweep and cook she's no fit mate for my son. We'll, you sec, l have been studying the matt CT over." '1 see, "said Mir. Richmond, holding desperately on to tho leather strap above his head, as tho driver guided the wheels over a succession of stumps on the side of the road.
 'T give them no time for prepara- tion," said the Colonel, chuckling. 'r drop down upon Miss Allen like wolf on the fold. Isee just exactly what she is. judge for myself. I wouldn't give a fig for all the Latin and guitar music and china painting in the world if , woman can't make a loaf of light, sweet bread and cook steak. Eh9 am sure I beg a thousand pardons, ma'am, "as a sudden swing of the coacf precipitated his head against the basket and sent the car trumpet rolling to tn, floor.
 "Allow mel Did you want to ge outa"
 For the woman with the green vel was making vehement gestures with he hand to the driver. She put up th' trumpet with an in nquiring expression o face.
 "Did-you-want- to o-get 70 out2 roared Col. Jones into it's convolutes depths, the veins starting out on hi forehead as he did so.
 'Yes, sir, please" said the woman and the courteous Colonel himself 20 out to expedite the removal of the bas ket, the trumpet and sundry brow i paper parcels which constituted the be longings of their fellow passenger. 1 The green veiled head bebbsd ao