Connecticut western news., 1899-03-02

Yes, fancy have-one or two. ''Mole Jarvis O Morley" tG. R. Sims). The story of Ellen Crawford and her two lovers may serve as an illustration of the Sims philosophy She's just a woman, pretty. tender. loving and good. But Ellen Crawford was not exempt from the little weakness of her sex. She did not know her own mind She yield. | ed to the mistaken impulse of an undis- ciplined beast and wrecked her own life and those of the two men who loved her to their own destruction.
 A husband seeking solace in drink curses the waywardness of woman; a sullen, angry man bereft of her who would have made his happiness stalks, gun in hand, over the mountain side, cursing all humanity. and the authoress of the mischief sits by her father's fire side. sad eyed and weeping, breeding over the fragments of wrecked life.
 
 Martin Dome was a strapping boy of l2 and the pride of the little village of Hayesville, N O.. when one day he heard that Dr Hardin. physician fa- mons in that part of the country. had retired from practice and was about to pass the rest of his days in that beauti- ful spot The doctor came. bearing with him a pretty baby of years, whom all those around him knew as Nellie Her black eyes, curly hair and dimpled. rosy cheeks soon became one of the most attractive sights of the village.
 Martin Dome watched over her as she grew up, and in his big. lum bering. awkward way he loved her-loved her as baby, as girl. as woman. But he had never dared to mention the matter At IS he could thrash any man twice his size in those parts; he could "shoot straight. even for Carolina, where shooting straight" is part of the edu cation and he sat his horse like an Apache.
 But in the presence of the divinity who held his fate in the hollow of her hand he was ever the big, awkward boy , his knees seemed always in the way. his fingers twice as numbering and thick and heavy. and he could only stand stock still and turn red and blush like 8 schoolgirl and stammer, "Lor, Miss Ellen !" whenever she touched on ths question of the weather.
 She knew that he loved her-had known it as soon as she was old enough to know anything Somehow at last she found a way of making him tell her so When her father, in pursuance of bis long cherished plan, sent her to Nash ville for the completion of her educa- tion, it was known all over the ooun- tryside that the young farmer and tho doctors daughter were to be man and wife some time.
 She left Hayesville specimen of dainty, unsophisticated rusticity. She came back a clever. cultivated. witty woman-somewha masterful, some what impetuous. changeable as the winds, but all sweet and womanly
 The change in her most striking and ominous of all was the change in the expression of her eyes as they rested on Martin Dome. The light that had once been there was gone, and Martin Dome knew why, when presently there came to Hayesville John Crawford, young man she had met in Nashville He had the ways and manners of the city; he wore city clothes as no country bred man could wear them. He had the su- perfcial veneer polish that comes of three years course in a western college He was of her caste.
 '' It has all been mistake" she said to Martin one day "I love him. The man marry must have my heart
 And in the heart of the man whose doom she spoke there stirred the deep fathomless we'll of passion that had been hidden under the placid surface of his rustic life.
 "Who is the man?" he cursed. "Is it that white livered puppy from the city who has taken you away from me?"
 "I won't answer you. You've no right to ask. she cried He's a gen tleman. which you never were. It is Mir. Crawford, if you will know"
 Then l hope l may never kill him ''
 Those were his last words The next moment he was gone On the day of the marriage all Hayesville and many people who had known the doctor in the world outside were assembled in the village church One great gasp of sur prise and horror burst from the crowd