Connecticut western news., 1897-07-15
TRAIN CAN'T WAIT.

She is just Is, with golden hair and gray eyes-large gray eyes that laugh just as well as her red lips. Her figure, though little frail, makes one think what pretty woman she will be soon. | Her hands and arms are those of child. Is she not still a child? Clara left school but fortnight ago. She is the beloved and only daughter of a rich miller in the neighborhood of Avesnes. Nothing is more poetical than mill in the country. It does not disturb the silence of the air with its monotonous tick tack On the contrary, its noise, strong and regular, is like an accom- paniment to the many other noises of tho wind, and of the trees, and of the birds. Clara was charmed with it all. | During few days after her arrival | the whole house was upset, making and receiving calls, dinner parties, dancing parties, lawn tennis-the days were not | long enough to hold their pleasures. Then all was quiet at the mill. In the orchard, which was large, the walks were spread over with sand, and the trees, loaded with fruit, afforded beautiful, shady grove This was Clara's favorite nook. Here she would go and read poetry. She had been given the works of Lamartine, beautifully bound. | Now, Lamartine is very tender poet | and Clara was still in her teens, and | this was summer, and the fragrance of | the flowers and the murlnur of the | breeze acted on her young mind, and | through this beck she would dream of things that she had never dreamed of | before.
 One day her mother asked her if she remembered her cousin Albert. | "Oh, yes. indeed" said she This answer came from her heart She | blushed, and from her neck to her brow she felt that sort of electricity that is produced by little shame and great pleasure.
 Well" said her mother, "you will see him very soon. '"
 | Clara was about to say, "Ohl how | glad am, [" but she thought it more | proper to say nothing. | And why was she silent? I will tell l you-it was because she had read Lamar tine. Why does pretty poetry make one false? We'll, dCn't know, but it speaks of love-and what is love?
 "Well," said Clara, "I have not seen | him for two years. l suppose he is | changed.
 Mot more than you, said her moth CT, casting loving glance of admiration at her daughter. "You were a little girl when you went away. You are young lady now"
 Clara rap off to her beloved grove to hide the bushes on her cheeks and tho beatings of her heart. She sat down, drew from her pocket her volume of poetry, but read not line. | Albert arrived few days before he was expected but she was thinking of him. She always had roses on her cheeks, but these roses changed into peonies when she SAW him, and her hands trembled. He took hold of those hands and kissed her on both cheeks. He was medical student who had not yet in his brain the least thought of anything serious. He had suddenly dis covered in himself vocation for the beautiful science of Esculapius, that he might go to Paris to spend few years of his life and waste few thousands of his fathers francs.
 "Ah, little cousin,' said Lc, "ycl are pretty now. Why, am afraid shall fall in love with you"
 She looked at him, not knowing what to say.
 "Have you forgotten the good times we had in this garden and over there in the woods?"
 "Oh, mo-" said she i, "And when we would go rowing and l would scare you by swinging to and fro in the boat to capsize you?" , "Oh, no I remember it all. '"
 "Then why don't you put your arms around my neck and say pleasant things to me as you did then?"
 "I don't know,'' she faltered.
 Then he said to himself, "This cousin of mine must be little simpleton.
 Well" said he, aloud, "and what is this book?''
 "Lamartine. It is beautiful. ''I don't think so. think it stupid. '' Then, seeing that she was somewhat abashed, he added, "Why does it dis please you that I should not care fol
 Lamartine?''
 Because I love his poems :" "Well, if I read poetry want Alfred de Musset. 1 shall send you his work! when I get to Paris. "
 At this moment they heard a quick and firm step on the sandy walk, and { young man came upon them.
 Excuse me, mademoiselle, " said he 1T have just learned that Albert is hert and have come to shake hands,. D n An old saying came to Clara's mind ] 1.-Two is company three is crowd. , Z She was too well behaved to say it. st she left the two young men together When alone, she reflected that Alber was very nice cousin, and might make Q very good husband As for his friend well, he was 8 very good looking mai g and might be very nice fellow-bu what difference between the twol q "Your cousin is a charming girl, , 2 said Jack.
 "Oh, yes, but she is only school s girl D
 q "Well, what else can she be? She i a just out of school and not woman yet. Do you know what were Ill. 2 thoughts as I looked at you both?'' 9 "How can I know?" 9 "I was thinking that you would mak pretty couple"
 "Now. Jack, what harm have eve