Connecticut western news., 1889-11-20
VOL. XIX.

 journey to London on that business. An, the delight, of revelling over counters full of choice, filmy laces, pillows of bridal silk, oceans of tule! it brought tho color to my cheek only to think of it. And, besides, was it not necessary that Clarence's wife should have all that custom required? I didn't care for myself so much, but I was determined not to disgrace Clarence.
 So, one radiant September day, when the rky was as blue as the bluest rib bon, and the very leaves hung notion less in the yellow atmosphere like little ships at anchor in sea of gold, l took the early train from Buttercup Hollow, with purse full of money buttoned into an under-pocket of my polonaise, for I had read all sorts of horrid stories about pickpockets, and didn't mean to part with any of my crisp bank notes except for value re- ceived. I felt little fluttered at first, and scarcely ventured to look round me, for it seemed as if everybody must know that was going to buy my we'd ding outfit.
 If attempt to tell you anything about the adventures of that day T know I shan't succeed. Women could perhaps understand how I felt in the fairy land of those great circles of fashion that exist only in London. I bought the wedding-dress, white silk, and a veil of tulle, suspended from garland of orange-blossoms; and I selected a blue silk, and peach-colored silk, and a maroon silk, and-dear mel what is the use of cataloguing them all? Other girls have been brides-elect be- fore me, and they'll know just how it all was. And as for those that haven't, just let lem wait until their turn comes.
 And then, as the sun began to de- cline on it's westering way, felt ex- cessively and unromantically hungry. "Is there a nice ladies, restaurant near here ?" I asked.
 And one of the shopmen went with me to the door to point out 8 glittering establishment, with its windows full of delicacies. I entered and sat down, feeling very much as if were an i'm postor, and ordered mock turtle soup, venturing meekly 10 look around little after tho waiter had Bkfuuucd away-Dickens says that walters never walk, and Dickens is always right. And, then, for the first time, noticed a superbly dressed young lady, one or two tables beyond, in 8 lovely hat, with long lilac willow plume ,and hair like shower of gold.
 "Oh, how pretty she isl" thought l. "How proud her lover must be of herw .
 | And I leaned the least bit in the world forward to see the young man in question.
 Good heavens! It was my Clarence!
 sAnd as I sat staring, completely concealed from his ken, by the golden hair and the lilac willow plume, I could hear his light, peculiar laugh.
 "You wouldn't have me yourself, Kate," said he. "You have only your self to blame for it."
 "That's no reason you should throw yourself away" pouted the lady.
 "She's desperate old maid," said Clarence. "Old as the hills, and twice as antiquated. But she's got money. A man in my position has got to look out for money, you know, Kate. Would you like to see her photo graph?" And then the two heads were close together for an instant, and the young lady's ripping laugh mingled with Clarence's mellower tones.
 "The idea of carrying such thing as that next to your heart," said she.
 s'It does seem rather outrageous, don't it!" said he. "But when we're once married, all that sort of thing will be over. I'll see that she finds her level"
 "Yes, aUhea p thought I, now thor oughly disenchanted. And I got up and hurried out of the restaurant, nearly stumbling in my haste over the waiter, bearing on a silver tray my mock-turtle soup.
 "I-rve changed my mind!" said |, flinging coin towards him-to this day I don't know whether it was a shilling or sovereign. "'Never mind the soup!"
 took the next train to Buttercup Hollow, and wrote scathing note to Clarence the same evening. Do you want to know what was in it? Of course, like all women's letters, the best part of it was in the postscript.
 "Our engagement is at an end. H. H.
 P-S.-The next time you examine ladies' photographs in crowded restaurant it might be we'll to examine your neighbors." Clarence had some sense, after all. He never came near me again with useless apologies. gave the wedding dress to little Amy Miller, who was to be married in October, and couldn't