The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-12-27
Qbe Gimes, New Bloomfield, 1)a.

cest wines| "They would acknowledge
that" And as Foil stood admirinp.
his portly figure in the large mirror over
the mantel, reminding one of the fable of
the ambitious frog, Tom could hardly re.
strain himself from inquiring if he still
wished to lend to him twenty five on his
cameo.
Not till far into the "wee sma' hours"
did the jovial party break up. Tom at
last slept, though not soundly. How
could man who had just won hundred
thousand prize? When the sun was al
most overhead he arose, dressed himself.
and breakfasted in his bedroom. Going
out into his sitting room, he was startled
All about his door were letters, notes en-
velopes, and slips of paper. There must
have been thousand in ALL They had
been slipped under the door, pokcd
through the keyhole, and some had even
broken the glass of his transom in their
anxiety to get their missives before him.
Toms heart really failed him when he
thought it was expected of him to pc
ruse aud answer each and every one of
these epistles. Setting his teeth firmly
together he went at it. He was surpris-
ed at the number of persons, old friends
OF his, too, who were at this particular
moment in great need of small loans.-
So many old friends, and all to be TAX
en- so suddenly. To have answered all
these, he thought zoo much for good
thug, He didn't do it. The perfumed
and gilt edged missives he laid carefully
aside. to be perused more leisurely; the
reminder he gathered in the waste bas-
ket and consigned to the flames. The
first OF these delicate notes was from the
three Misses Jones, who requested the
company Of their old friend at little
dinner to be given in his honor that even
ing. These Misses Jones, Tom remem-
hered, had been on the tapis, since his
first recoIlections of California; had, in
TACT, made quite a set at him while his
money lasted ever so happy to have him
III their box at the theater or opera. But,
though they cast such lauguishing, al
most loving glances with their pretty
black eyes, Tom was not to be caught
The next note was from Mrs. Colonel
Grasp, who would be happy to have Mr..
Rogers company at her Friday evening
receptions. This Mrs. Col. Grasp was
one o. the elite, and Tom had not seen
much of her of late. Tom opened
number OF others, and at last came to one
which, by its general appearance, its HE
roglyphical monogram, aud other indica-
tions of straining after effect, caught his
attention moro iiXedly than any Of the
others. This was from Mrs. Foil, wish
ing him joy, and requesting his presence
at private supper in her rooms at the
hotel. This was the last, and at the con-
clusioo, Tom gave himself up to brown
study. Here, then, was a cheerful pic
ture for young man taking fresh start
on the journey Of life. Was it not eu-
couragng TO him to know that on all
sides, though the crowd were million,
he could scarcely find one friend, one
true man or woman who loved him for
himself, and not for his gold. The very
men who pissed him on the streets but
yesterday, come focking to him, their
hearts one mass Of sinking lies. And
these were not the lowest of the land,
but they who love to call themselves the
Rite. While these thoughts were pass
ing through his mind, making his head
and heart sick, how earnestly did he wish
that he could forget all, unknow all this
fearful knowledge Of this kind. In his
despair he cried aloud, take all, Oh
God but leave me some confidence in
man" The agony of his dream broke
his troubled sleep, and Tom awoke in the
same old room, the same poor gom.-
"Thauk God. said he, "'twas only
dream :"
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