Connecticut western news., 1889-01-02
A DIFFERENCE IN MEN.


 ssThere's such a difference in mem" said Garry VinalL
 But" sagely suggested her mother, Hooks are only skin deep. And if it comes to that, Sslah Brown is hand somer man than Felix Grayd on."
 "Ab," nodded Carry. "but MT. Graydon is So stylishl He wears his very collar differently-aad look at the cut of his clothesi'
 "Caroliue," said her mother, solemn ly, 'T have no patience with you. Stand up before me, and let ms look at you"
 What for, motherf"
 ''Stand up, I say, and lot me look at youp reiterated Mrs. Vinal, shrewd elderly woman, with keen blue oyes and three horizontal wrinkles acr oss her forehead, and Carrie, much won- dering, obeyed.
 'Humphr commented Mrs. Vinall, after brief survey. sDlrk blue eyes, nothing much out of the common; little pug nose, nice teeth, and lot of fluffy, yellow hair, which would look tidier if you combed it into fiat knot at tho back of your head. What is there about you, I'd like to know, that two young men ordinarily sensible should lose their heads about you. i'
 .Mother, what strange things you do sayp giggled Garry, sinking back into her chair once more.
 "And do you know, child," went on Mrs. Vinall, that you arc playing with the most important interests of your lifea There's nothing that caa possi bly, be so much to you as good bus band. Why don't you make ap your mind about it7"
 'I-don't knoww hesitated Carry, biting her pink finger nails.
 ''Then set yourself about knowing" admonished Mrs. Vinall, tartly. 'I can't live forever, you must comprc- bend, and you've loitered your way up in life after such fashion that you can't possibly earn your living by your self. Aud if you don't marry now, while your good looks last-such az they are-pm suro I don't know what will become of your'
 Mrs. Vinall spoke with a roguish sparkle iu her eyes, although her lips were wreathed with gravo solomuity.
 Garry caught up her bonnet and ran out of the room.
 'Tm not going to stay here to be lectured any morc," said she, laughing in spite of herself. "Pll go to the vil- |slage after some moro salmon-pink wool to finish my shawl"
 '.And you may stop at Bridges" added her mother, land get mo a package of matches, and half pound of Oolong tea, and somc cheese"
 ''The prettiest little creature in the country" sho added to herself, with true maternal pride, as she watched Carry go tripping down tho lane; land if could only sec her we'll settled in life Ishouldn't care how soon the good | Lord took mo away. But do wish sho would fad it in her heart to fancy selah Brown, hos such good, sub stantial young man. Felix Graydon may have citified airs about him, but doubt If, in tho long run, he'll wash and wear as we'll as tho other one." And SO Mrs. Vinall went down stairs to her pretty rustic occupation of skim ming cream, in a cool, stone-foored dairy, where the light siftcd in through a screen of quivering woodbine leaves, and tho milk pans shone as if they were made of hammered silver, instead ol commonplace tin.
 Such golden, sultry midsummer day as 1t wasl Who would ever hsve supposed that it would change into that fierce, sudden storm7
 Mra Vinal was standing on the door. step looking up at the sky from under her shading hand, when Felix Graydou came sauutering along tho quiet coua-- try road, a sort of modern Adoni,. ! 'Looks like storm," said he, care lessly.
 l At the same moment Salah Brow jumped on tho fence, in his working dress, with something in his hand.
 'Tve found whip-poor- wills nes for Garry, Mrs. Vinall," said he. 't nearly stepped on it when was cutting the grass on the north side of the big oblong meadow. Shs has alway. wanted one for her collection. Ther, 1t was right close to the ground -just tangle of sticks and stems" ''Ys.," said Mrs. Vlaall, absently, '4Carry'll bs swfully pleased. Just laJ if on tha WindoW.sill Selah. ulAase