The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-10-25

horse that was not well broke. II think
I'm little afraid of horses -
Pauline's face was all wonder.
We'll, if you are not just like the rest of
them, except Harry. Afraid of horses! A
person would not think so from your looks.
Really, you are not siclily, or timid, Or eff
Terminate. know you are not ; and you
only require taste of the pleasures of horse
manship, to become perfectly infatuated
Ha ha I'll teach you! Let me be your
companion for a week, and you'll fall in
love with horses %
"With you, / rather think" said Fred
gallantly "for positively, have no eques-
trian tastes. I appreciate an easy chair and
a pile of old books, with an addition, in
winter, of a comfortable fire and cup of
coffee. | appreciate these luxuries too well,
to care for horses. BY the way, speaking
of books, have you a copy of Massingor?
l was thinking of a passage in The Bond
man., as I was riding, to-day, and for my
life, could not remember the precise Ian
guage Of the poet"
"You may find such stuff in my fathers
library don't KNOW" replied Pauline.
"But do try and forget your books for a
few days. cousin. All, you will am
sure just the siM& of my MyrrAo will in
spire you witlAs sthing of my tostes"'
Firm in this .SeiRiction, Pauline, at day
break, on the 9Rllowing morning, had her
tavolite steed prepared for use and while
the dew still spar1led on the grass, she was
proudly mounted and riding gaily across the
fields, regardless of fences, in order to put a
proper degree of life into Myrrha, before
displaying her beauties to Frederick. At
last, she dashed up to the door and called
to her cousin, who, to her despair she
learned had not yet forsaken his couch
Pauline took another turn, and once more
came up to the house like a thunderbolt.
Nobody could lie abed until that time of
day, she thought; and being told that
Frederick had not yet made his appearance,
she wheeled Myrrha, with an exclamation
of contempt, and riding off again, did not
return until the family was half through
with breakfast.
go" she said, sarcastically, addressing
Frederick, "you have finally got up But
| am really provoked that you care more for
breakfast than for Myrrha You would
not get up to see her; was particular to
train her, expressly to draw forth your ad-
mration.'
81 have no doubt but | should have adj
mired her." said Frederick, over his coffee.
81 like the name-Myrrha-it is classical.
Myrrha was the daughter of king of Cy-
prus, named Cynarus, and according to
Ovid, in the tenth book of the Metamor-
phoses-"
81 tell you, you must forget your musty
books p interrupted Pauline. I" will give
you no peace until you do. Are you pre-
pared to enjoy yourself after breakfast p
What shall we do? Harry's colt is in the
stable, and you can ride him if you like
Frederick shuddered.
"Dear me should not dare to mount
any horse that was not perfectly gentle. II
the colt has already broken two arms and a
shoulder am afraid he would fall into the
temptation of adding grand climax to his
former achievements, by breaking my neck
If you have no objections, think will
look over your fathers library for he tells
me he has some books there that have moi
been opened for twenty years, to his knowl.
edge and shall delight to sit down in an
easy chair and explore those relics of an
tiquity."
To be candid with the reader, must con
fess that Frederick, notwithstanding his
literary tastes, would have kecnly enjoyed
riding the most spirited horse in Mr.. Cliff
toms stables he admired Pauline, sympa
thized with her in her invigorating pursuits
and nothing at the time could have pleased
him better than to give himself up wholly
! to her guidance. But lie felt the necessity