Connecticut western news., 1888-10-31

'I should think you might teach, said h,.
 II did try it." said Miss A,chdalc. was govcrness in private family"
 And why did you giv, it up9'
 "Is this catcchism7' said Miss Amy smiling. "Wcll, havs no objection to answering. Do you want to tell me the plain truth2'
 70, rtaiuIy."
 "Wcll, then, it was because my lady employer did not like to- hav, her grown-up son address ne with com mon politeness. Perhaps she thought l was cndcavoring 10 fascinate him, but she was entircly mistaken"
 "Oh," said MT. Perkins. 'Pleaso writo down your address,"
 Are you really going to give mo some corylng to do2' she asked eagerly.
 Il am going to try ycu."
 For tho first time tears camo into her eyes.
 'I'n try my very best; indeed l will," she faltcred. 'For--1 don't mind Hing you now---I haven't got a single subscription, and I was SO dis couragedr'
 And so Miss Amy Archdalc walked off with a rcd-tspc-tied parcel of pa pcrs under her shawl.
 elf sho does them we'll aud prompt "" sai Mir. Perkins, in asort of men- tai soli!oquy, 'there's no reason why l can't let her havo some moro work. If she doesn't, it won't b, tho first case of female swindling ia New York. But she has Q pretty, innocent little face, too. Hang it, Two half Q mind to go around to her address on tho sly aud sce if she is rcally deserving object of charity, Twas going to say. But it isn't. Sie wants work, not almA There's always somebody wanting ia this great, ch,ttering b,dlam of a city of ours," addcd MT. Perkins, irately, as he drovo off two match boys, an apple girl, and Q vender of pins and string, from his doorstep.
 MT. Perkins followel up his crotchet ard walked up to 6 Massey stroct about dusk that self sam, evening, needless of snow and sleet.
 ''Docs a lady named Archdale live herc2' he asked in the grocery which occupied tho first fl foor.
 "Yes, sir, sho do," the grocer's wife interrupted, pushing herself before her husband, land a nice, hard-working young lady she is as ever breathel the breath of life, and pays her rent regular cv>ry Saturday night if she has to live oa a cup of cold water and a crust. And if she's got any rich relations--"
 "You mistake my purpose" said MT. Perkins, colily. T am 70 rich relation to any oac."
 Yet tho woman g testimon J, coarse and rudcly given as it was. unconsciously influenced him ia Amy Arch lalc's favor.
 She brought tho folios next day, neat, lcgib'c, and witheu ut blot or CT zurc-and Mr. Perkins gave her somc more work.
 "You needn't bring it." said he. ''l T have business that way, and Il call for it myscli!'
 
 "Wo haven't seen your Uncle Elisha lately, dear," said Mrs. AIolyncux Mar tin to her eldest daughter. "Kate must work pen wiper for him and you must embroider him pair of slippers. It won't do 10 let him lose sight of his nearest relatives"
 'Ma," said Miss Katharine, 'it's 6 ity you discouraged Miss Archdale SC suddenly, because she was so handy al fancy work"
 "And besiies," added Filth Rosa belle, 'it really and truly wasn't her fault because Waiter chose to make eyes at her."
 'Don't usc such vulgar expressions, my dear," sai the mamma. 'She was pert, bold-faced thing, and would have elopcd with your dear brother ii she had remained in the house another week. And I told her so, pretty plainly, too! What's that2 The postnan Give me the letters at once, Edi:l R os; ,lle!'
 Somebody has sent us wedding cards" cried the youngest hope of the family of Molyaeux Martin. "Opcn it, mamma, quick, and let us see who they are from"
 Mrs Molyncux Martin hastily tor. oren the envelope, and giving one glance at its contents, fell back ward with hysterical scream.
 Elisha Perkinsr' she shrieked "Girls, it's your uncle! Alas, my poor disin herited pets!"
 For Mrs. Molyneux Martin had edu cated her daughters in the full belle that each and every one of them was tt b, an heiress in tho right of Unclc Eli sha Perkins money.
 But, mamm,, who's tho bri le2 Wh' has he married2 You don't tell u, tn, namc,' persisted Katharine, wh, wa endowed with a goodly spice of Mothe Evo's bequcst.
 II don't know! I don't care! screamed Mrs. Molyneux Martin, tap ping the soles of her s!ippercd feet ol tho carpet in way that threatened yet more violent attack of mysteries.
 "Pick up the cards. Kathic, ant look," urged E nth Rosabelle.
 "Amy Archdale," sho read out loud l t.WhH mn its tho nnunrnasa ua,, dis