Connecticut western news., 1890-11-26
THE PINK POCKET

THE PINK POCKET
 Miss Sara La Rue had danced all the evening at ball at her next neighbors, the Peytons. She wore pretty pink dress, with Q little, lace trimmed pocket at the side. Her principal partner was young Andrew Peyton, who was deep. H fn love with her, but had never told his love. .vagiT U5L
 On this night he had written letter, which by adroit management he con rived to place in the pink pocket afore- aid It offered her his hand and heart and ehded: d:Bid 3olO0 <taE
 If you do not answer shall know that you cannot love me, and shall go away"
 No answer came to him Sara had sent the dress, pocket and all, away in . box to the wardrobe, where she put ereases ehe was weary of. She had not looked hfo the pocket and knew noth- ing of the letter.
 Andrew Peyton took silence for re- fnsal and left the country within a month. Tn year pretty Sara was dead. Nobody knew it, but ahe had broken her heart over the departed lover And SO ono romance ended. Our story is of another. 2 l1 si-ss.Jl1 -.-5 s.HN .
 Twenty years had passed. Moss grew on the white stone over the breast of Sally La Rue. And at the old La Rue place her brother ived-a widower, with one daughter
 Looking up at La Rue from the road side you would assuredly have believed that the people who lived there were rich. iStt 1t8ttt -+
 It was the residence, you would nat uraIy have said to yourself, of people of means. And being unblessed with 1uE estate, you might have sighed, with a little spice of envy for folk who ow1s sush . solid dwelling, such rare oldbaks, such smooth shaven, green, velvet lawn, such a garden, and yes, such 8 gardener. There he was now among the roses; but when you have three wishes given you by fairy, it is wise, as the old tale proves, never to wish yourself anybody else until you examine into the private affairs of that individual
 In the story alluded to the wisher wished himself ''that king there," see ing him in magic mirror, and, be- hold! he was transformed into mon- arch who had been conquered and was . about to be put to death by decapita- ton. Thus the envious admirer of his property, who had wished himself MT. La Rue because he thought him a rich man, would have been greatly aston ished to find himself sitting before an old oak desk, trying in vain to arrange chaotic papers. which when in order only proved that he was dreadfuly in debt; or to see bis daughter waiting be- hind him with trembling anxiety, know ing that he could have no dinner but the salt pork be SO, hated, unless by chance he had little money about him. If he had it all went well; but, alas! if he had not he would turn his wild, black eyes on her when she had spoken twice or thrice, and with his delicate, ivory tinted fingers running through his fine, curly white hair, would ask her in tones of Lear like re- proach where she supposed he could have gotten money2 Hel
 It was in the old days of the south, when 8 southern gentleman might not work, and that wonderful gardener was their only servant. He was older than Nr. La Rus and psouder of the family. He did the cooking. He did all the work except that done surreptiiously by Miss Sally in the privacy of parlor and bedroom.
 There is fascination to people of bis race in making believe a great deal, and Scipio spoke of bis fellow slaves, sold one by one away from their old home, as though they were about the place still, and through his zeal La Rue looked as well as ever. He mended the fences, repaired the verandas, kept the lawn and garden in order, trimmed the trees and fourished 8 long handled duster among the cobwebs that gath sred go fast in the long, low hung hall that the piders loved.
 E1pqyWhae the rich old furniture, with little upholstery and much carving about it, resisted decay.
 Unless you had staid to dinner on 8 meager day you would never have yueaed that anything was wrong; and then the table would have been set with old china and good cutlery and silver spoons. Neither did MT. La Rue's great Panama hat, indestructihle md costly, or hs we'll laundered linen quits tell anything
 Other women knew that Miss Sally had not 8 good gown to her name; but man would have thought the after- noon dimity, made out of an old extxz pair of bedroom ourtainA very gooi indeed, when she pinned one crimsol rose at her throat and another in he black hair.
 The last of large family early gath cred to the tomb, following their con sump*ive mother thither only year Q two apart, Miss Sally, at 18, was tn picture of health. The family sorrow wsre not hezs. All was over when sh was. bon, ana li1s xas baforv her an, h~ hens was lev!1y. anA Ais AA :
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