Connecticut western news., 1920-12-30

he wore LQunQer-auO-llSuCQlQR COat and a gosling green waistcoat; but, alas, at the fair he was imposed upon by a proving sharper, who, after Moses had we'll bargained away the colt, managed to get the purchase money from him in return for gross of green spectacles in shagreen cases 1! and so, as usual, unforeseen disaster frustrated our attempts to be fine.
 My daughters planned pleasure ex- pedition to town, and this Mir. Burchell so strongly disapproved of that quar- rel ensued between him and my wife, and the gentleman left our house in fit of anger, nor could Sophia's plead ing looks stay him.
 The town trip being still in pros pect, my wife decreed that I go to the fair myself, and sell our one remain ing horse. But when one would-be pur- Chaser examined the animal, and de clared him blind of one eye, another observed he had spavin, a third per .ceived he had windgall, fourth said he had the botts, and so on, began to have a most hearty contempt for the poor beast myself, for reflected that the number of witnesses was a strong presumption they were right, and St. Gregory himself Is of the same opin- lon. However, I at last sold my horse, but had the misfortune to receive in payment a forged and worthless draft, the same being, indeed, the wicked work of the very man who had sold Moses the spectAcles. q Mir. Burchell being absent from our fresfde, only Sophia missed him, for the rest of us were greatly pleased by the visits of our landlord, who now came often. It must be owned that my wife laid thousand schemes to entrap him as a husband for Olivia, and used every art to magnify the msr- it's of her daughter. The results, how ever, being small, my wife sought to rouse Mir. Thornhill's jealousy by hint ing of Olivia's marriage with Farmer Williams, a most worthy, though hum ble neighbor. This falling to egg on the backward Thornhfll, the wedding day was set for Olivia and Farmer Williams. But four days before the day learned to my distraction that my Olivia had gone off secretly in a post-chaise with a gentleman who, as I was told by an onlooker, kissed her and said he would die for her. We'll did I know the villain who had thus robbed me of my sweet innocent child 1t was none other than the wicked Thornhill. My wife fell to loud be- rating of him and Olivia as we'll, but ] declared my house and heart should ever be open to the returning repen- tant sinner. set out to find her but my first efforts persuaded me that 1t was MT. Burchell, and not Squire Thornhill, who had seduced my dar- ling. This, though, was not the truth. Twas but part of the villains plan. After long search found my dariinx girl, in hiding place, whither she hsS fled from the dreadful Thornhill w.., under pretense of marriage, had rutAs6 her. It seems they ve-s neTrsse - . black scomdrea, wAs k<Sa sSssse sEsF- ried the squase ea % % ss Sessas7 wivesi
 took my poor eeFf.@S ksEne, only to be met with the astounding news that my little home was utterly de stroyed by fire. With what cheerful ness we might, we made shift to live in one of our farm outbuildings, and endeavored to enjoy our former se- renity.
 But this was not to be. The despic- able Thornhill, about to marry Miss Wilmot-yes, the same to whom my son, George, was once bethrothed- made. proposal that we marry my Olivia to another, yet let her still be a friend of his own. My righteous de- nunciation of this resulted in the squire's threats of retribution, and this came, in the form of demand for my annual rent, the which was all unable to pay. was thereupon thrown into debtors prison, but even here I en- deavored to preserve my calm, and aft CT my usual meditations, and having praised my Heavenly Corrector, slept with the utmost tranquility.
 Man frequently calls in the conso1a- lions of philosophy, which, have found, are amusing, but often falla- cious. In the prison, though attempt ed much-needed 4reform movement, and though lectured and advised with all my powers, I suffered many and various sorrows and disappointments. was informed of the death of my daughter, Olivia-an untrue report, thank Heaven! was told of the forci- ole abduction of Sophia, by desperate villains.
 From this danger, however, dear Eo-r phia was rescued by Mir. Burchell to whom willinglyD gave my treasure for aowife. And, we then learned that our friend Mir. Burchell was in reality \ the great Sir William Thornhill, and my daughter would sbe a fine lady. And, another joyeI learned that my. daughter, Olivia, swas the lawful wife of Squire Thornhills suhis previous mar d riages all having been so performed