Connecticut western news., 1890-04-02

to-day" sang the pretty little soprano in St Andrews chapel that beautiful Easter morning.
 The birds sang gaily in the boughs of the stately elms outside the little Gothic church. the flowers shed their fragrance through the air and all nature seemed to sing "Rsjoice for Christ is risen. risen today"
 The little soprano sang on clearly her sweet voice rising and falling like dove, now to the roof of the church, and now descending in little trills and quavers to the ground and dying out Tn I 8 whisper. Down in the congregation l sat tall, bearded man in whom the | echo of that music woke strange | memories memories of another Easter morning. when sM eet voice strangely like the one just singing, sung the same sweet strain. Fifteen long years ago !! Can it be possible that the youth of fifteen years ago is identical with the man of to day, with touch of gray in the curly brown hair and beard. He was getting old, to. Tbirty-five years old to-day. Time had dealt gently with him. but life had no charm, and he would gladly have left it's turmoil fo, the peaceful rest beyond.
 l Still the voice sang on. and memories crowded through Roger Eastman's mind. He saw bright summer morn ing and a curly haired girl of four sum- mers picking daisies in meadow, and bestowing them upon five year old boy. He saw the growing up of the boy and girl, the long walks along the green country roads, the evenings spent together, brown and golden curls bent over the same book, then came the separation when the boy went to college. Four years passed. When Roger returned, the little girl had developed into beautiful woman. Lillian Char teris was the acknowledged belle of all the country round.
 The singer ceased singing but Roger still kept thinking of the past. The ,lroning voice of the rector served but as background to his thoughts.
 Fifteen years ago to-day he had sat in this church, this pew, and thought, as he listened to the music, that by nex, Easter. that sweet singer would be his own, his wife.
 He remembered waiting for Lillian a> she came down the stairs. How beauti- ful she had looked that morning H- had walked home with her, and they were standing under the old elms when he told her he loved her. and asked her to be his wife. For one moment she had suffered her hand t., rest ill his, then had gasped, Roger , don't, don't torture me so, there is al 3 obstacle which can never to overcome
 Go, go. Roger. I can never be yours, , and turning had run into the house. He remembered walking to his own
 home in daze, of going to Lillian's
 home once more and begging to set
 her, but being refused repeatedly. The next morning he had started for Europe The ship was almost ready to star
 when he arrived at New York Hastil,
 procuring passage he went on board
 So absorbed was he in his gloom,
 thoughts, he did not open the paper h. had purchased before leaving lant
 until they had been two days on board
 The first item he noticed was the
 dishonorable failure of Lillian's father . William Charteris. New York broker t Then he knew this WIS what Lillian ha,
 thought prevented her from being hi Il wife. To go to her then was impossi
 ole. Ills first act on reaching shor
 sas to buy New York paper to lear
 more of the failure. The name !" Charte ris" attracted his attention, and the pail
 was just as fresh fifteen years, after a
 the day he read. "Died at the resi-