Connecticut western news., 1897-07-15
done you that you should want to chain

done you that you should want to chain me down?"
 Are you not 25?"
 ''Is that old age?"
 Would you give an old man to your cousin, who will be only 19 next year?"
 "In two years she will be 20-that will be better still. Then I will be 8 serious man and an NJ. b.
 "Clara is a good match; our fortunes are about equal. I think I might make a living in this country. We'll, who knows what may happen one day? l have plenty of time to think of it. '
 'I think your cousin deserves better than that, and you ought to be in love with her.
 What Love at first sight, do think Clara is pretty, but-plenty Of time plenty of timep' Everybody seemed happy at the mill even Clara, who listened with pleasure to the compliments of her cousin when ever he chanced to be with her, and she thought him so witty that she quite for got to show her own wit before him.
 In the meantime she was hoping that he would propose before going back to Paris; but the last day dawned, and he had not said tho least word about mar riage. She hoped till the last hour; then, till the last minute.
 Albert gave kisses all around and said to her: 1T will come back next year. will write to you and send De Musset's works, as I promised.
 She plucked up courage and said to Jim, "Is that all you want to promise, .Albert?"
 He understood what she meant, but would not promise more, and as his eyes rested on the clock he said: "Goodby, cousin; the train is here-it cannot wait. .'
 The life of student, especially that of student who does not study, is just as tiresome as any other.
 There comes time when he gets tired of beer, wine and cigars.
 Albert was in one of his dark days. Since morning he had felt cross, and would not even smoke; his pipe lay on his table with pile of books and dusty papers. His tobacco pouch reminded him Of Clara-she had embroidered it for him during the week he had spent with her. Then he was also reminded that he had promised to write and send De Musset's works. He felt unhappy at these thoughts, and remorse made him go out to repair his forgetfulness
 There is knock at the door. The servant brings up letter to him. It is from his mother.
 His drowsiness gives way as he reads the lines; he gets up in a passion, upset ting the table and everything upon 1t. Clara is to be married, and in a week too! And he is expected to attend the weddingl
 And whom does she marry, I won der?' exclaims he; some common coun- try lad, I suppose. No, it cannot bel l must go there and stop it; she cannot be sacrificed in this way" Two hours later he started with a valise i'll one hand and a bundle under ono arm; it was Musset's works. Clara met Him at the garden gate she was looking as fresh as the flowers, and he, being conceited, thought that the happiness expressed on her face was
  | than last year and little stouter; one ! could read her heart through her gray | eyes and her smiles. ''Is what 1 hear true, Clara?"
 Certainly; 1 was about to write to you. I want you here for the wedding.
 ''It is impossibleP' "Quite possible and true. Y"
 "With whom?" "With Jack, of course."
 "Ah, the scoundrell There is nothing | like friend to betray one. "Why, Albert, what a short memory | you havel Poor Jack would not speak of love before he was quite sure of your | feelings toward me. I am very thankful that you set him at liberty to speak. am so proud and happy at being loved by such noble heart. 7" Albert threw his bundle on the table. "What is that?" asked Clara | ''Musset's works I had promised them to you.
 You are too late, cousin. Jack gave them to me long ago, as 1 was com | plaining of your forgetfulncss.
 ''Tell me, Clara-this is all dream, is it not? Yea are not going to marry | Jack?''
 She laughed. And why not?" said sl:o.
 Because love you; because, if you mean to marry Jack, start by the first train, and you shall never see me again
 She looked at the clock, as he haG done the year before, and said archly, "Then hurry up, cousin, for the train i' here, and it cannot wait. "-From the l French.