Connecticut western news., 1892-01-28

| uueeTeSl Ol queer utu "dS d yelIOW shock of hair, plastered down in care fully arranged scallops all around his chubby face. l suppose 1t never occurred ! to him that the back of his head was ever seen, for there the hair stood straight out in bristly points.
 Soon Etta appeared, and blushing and hesitating, said, My cousin haf comed l from Christiaua." ..- l That was all, but my theory was | proved, and 1 made use of that timeworn and aggravating phrase, "What did l tell you?'
 Days came and went. and so did the
 little Norwegian, but nothing was said of an approaching marriage. Parcels poured in upon us. and Etta sewed stead fly on. Each afternoon Auguste (we | learned his nalne) appeared, apparently propelled by the regular motion of the big cane. Somehow he always seemed like piece of machinery, for his appear ance never changed-always the snuff colored suit, the little hat and the but tonhole bouquet; and he seemed to go and come mechanically, enveloped in a cloud of smoke puffed from the big cigar. Etta owned one thing strangely out of keeping with her other possessions. It was large gold watch, attached to an old fashioned chain, from which dangled two or three odd, foreign looking charms of fine workmanship. She was very fond of i., as it had belonged to her mother, and wore it always, till at last it seemed almost part of herself Seeing her without it one day, exclaimed ilnme- diatrly, as l thought she must have
 lost 1t. .... ...
 She waited a moment before replying and then said slowly, II haf lend it to my cousin" She then told me that Auguste was barber by trade, and had come to Amer ica with money she had sent him for the trip.
 After the disappearance of the watch Auguste came less frequently, and as time went on seldom appeared oftener than once week. There was no more sewing. and Etta began to look more as of old. Little by little the happy light faded from her face. and the gray eyes becalDe sadder by contrast, perhaps, than before.
 A time came when weeks passed with out sign of the little Norwegian, but one day letter arrived for Etta in the same crooked writing. Some time later in the day, going into the kitchen. l found Etta leaning (. the table, the let ter crumpled in her cl1nched hands and her face buried in her arms.
 touched her gently on the shoulder. out got no other response than the low, ,tifed sobs which shook the poor, thin body from head to foot. At last she raised her sorrow stricken face, and lift ing her eyes to mine said slowly, with her lisping accent, Il haf to go way; haf sorrow, great sorrow"
 She would tell but little of her story. She was to have married her cousin in q few weeks time, but he had tired of her, and that day letter had come from hiln, first begging her to forgive him pnd then telling her that he had sold her treasured watch, and by the time she got that letter would have sailed on vessel bound for Norway.
 "Snall you, too, go homer" I said. Slowly and sadly came the answer, No" and felt that with the utterance of that little word she gave up all hope, ana renOunceu forever all thought or the happiness she had beSH picturing for | herself the last few months, as she sat sewing steadily, only pausing now and | then, with little flush in her pale cheeks, to softly steal q hand into her | pocket and touch the letters she always I carried there. .- #.a-- | Next morning Etta could not be found | In corner of her room stood a little
 hair trunk labeled with Norwegian
 address and filled with the garments so
 recently finished. It was corded up and sent to Christiana; it may have reached it's destination or 1t may not, its fate is as uncertain as Etta's own. The poor
 woman, tired, disappointed and hope
 less, had vanished that night, taking
 with her little else than her sad, sad
 thoughts.
 | often picture her with her stepping
 shoulders and pallid, tear stained face. 1 every vestige of love and hope gone out.
 wandering away into the night and gag.
 ing up at the stars. so serene and far
 away, as she murmurs, "Forsaken, for
 saken. "-F. l.. c. in Boston Herald.