Connecticut western news., 1889-08-21
AUNT BECKY'S CURE.

AUNT BECKY'S CURE.
 "Henry, Rue does not seem at all we'll. She has been growing pale and hollow-eyed for some time; and now she does nothing but nope about and read and sigh. 1 don't understand it."
 s'I had not noticed it, Ellen. Per haps she reads too much, see she is perfect bookworm. It rather runs in my side of the family to be literary and have thought Rue was inclined that way too."
 "I can't imagine what ails her. She seems low-s spirited and unhappy, and she surely has no reason to be so."
 "Of course she hasn't Ellen. What an idea-a girl not yet sixteen un- happy! It must be her blood is out of order. Spring is here and she needs some sort of toning up. Let Dr. Miles fix up some sort of tonic for her.
 ..I've been thinking that perhaps a change of air would do her good. What do you say to sending her out in the country to Becky's? The fresh country air must surely help her; and am really too busy with all my house. hold cares to care for her properly"
 "That is just the thing, Ellen. Why didn't you think of it before? Becky will be in her element to have some one to coddle. She used to dose me the whole time when I was small, and she cured me quicker than doctor could, too. Send her to her at once.' This was the conversation I over heard between my father and mother as lay upon the sofa in the parlor.
 was delighted. But it was not so much at the prospect of going to Aunt Becky's as was at the fact that the family seemed at last to be con- vinced of my declining health. For nearly a year I had been suffering from what I felt to be neglect to comprehend the workings of my finer nature, mental and physical, and had been growing most delightfully."- miserable. I was great reader, as my father said; and the class of books I enjoyed most was that of romance wherein the heroines were pale, and sad-eyed, sickly and interesting, full of trouble and woe, and who pined away from various causes, such as unre. quilted affection, an unsympathetit world, and a general misunderstanding of their inner longings by those who surrounded them.
 dotted upon poetry, and the more dismal and soul-harrowing and obscure the more I dotted upon it. l wa particularly fond of those passage which referred in various terms t( early death, though I could not hay, explained what there was about then that gave me so much pleasureabl pain. I only knew, as 1 said, that was delightfully."- miserable. I ha' tried to be as much like my heroine as possible. A copious supply o chalk, cloves and slate pencils, il which I indulged my appetite secretly had aided me in it so far as to caus me to grow quite pallid, My feature were near enough to the regulatio type not to be source of anxiety me; and hair and eyes being black a the s'raven's wing' and "sloe, individually, I considered it UT necessary to attempt any improvement on nature in the former, while the latte I simply penciled about the eyebrow in order to make them more lustroul As consequence my countenance z this time was very striking. So pleased me much to see that I ha attracted attention to my decline.
 The next few days were occupied preparations for my departure to Aul Becky's. The suddenly-awaked famil solicitude at my condition was evince by indulgence in all the luxuries- fruits and other delicacies-whie could be procured, while the young' children were repeatedly told to 'swa on Sister Rue while she is here;" an the ambiguity of this command was gratifying as the constant attendant which all danced upon me for tho few days.
 "She can hardly last through anoth winter" one caller said to another aguarded whisper, thinking me aslet in the hammock outside the window.
 She need not have guarded the T mark at all, for it would not ha' troubled me in the least. was lyil meditating upon the affinity of sou and my lack in finding one in th world to respond to my own; and SUI thing as not lasting through anoth winter was perfectly in accord wi my pleasant thoughts just then.
 Not thAt I was @ miserable that