The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-01-18

this fresh addition to the company. Not
so the lady, who at the voice and sight of
the newcomer had at first turned slightly
pale. She merely gave passing glance at
him, and recommended the perusal of Hen
ry Danton. AS for the stranger, he settled
himself down in the opposite seat to her,
and taking from his pocket late edition of
the Standard became apparently absorbed
in the columns.
1t may here be mentioned that the brew
er, who had at first been seated opposite to
his fair travelling companion, had latterly,
for the purpose of indulging in his usual
afternoon nap. changed his seat to the fur
ther corner of the carriage. His first seat,
then, being vacant, was appropriated by the
newcomer.
On, on rushed the train, through corn
fields and hop grounds at steady, even
pace, which prevented it's rapidity from be-
ing felt. Now some open-mouthed rustic
stood at a half-opened gate staring after
the smoking putting engine as it tore along ;
now some covey of frightened partridges
rose from the edge of the embanllment, OF
a startled colt galloped away from the vi
cinity of the Gn its eyes resistless monster
that appeared to be approaching him. And
still on, steadily on, without oscillation or
curve, sped the Dover express.
The military man, or at least he who ap-
peared to be such, was steadily regarding
his opposite neighbor over the top of his
newspaper, while apparently engaged in
reading. She, unconscious of the scrutiny,
was absorbed in the fortunes of the scoun-
drel-hero of her novel; and the old brewer
snored audibly in the further corner.
The face of the military looking man ex-
pressed perplexity and doubt. He was a
parsonage from so to GO years of age, with
an upright carriage, crisp, short, curling
black hair, intermixed with gray, and pecu-
liarly intelligent and piercing black eyes.
For some miles he appeared to be debating
with himself, and occasionally, with an air
of indecison put his hand into his coat-tail
pocket.
"The opportunity is good" he muttered !;
"and yet"
At last, when the train was within few
miles of Ashford, he appeared to have made
up his mind.
81 will risk it," he said to himself !;
eyes, will risk it,
Click, click
The military man had suddenly with
drawn his hand from his pocket, in which
it had so long been fumbling, and the old
brewer woke up with terrified start. The
fair lady of this story, with pale but reso-
lutte look on her face, was sitting hand
cuffed.
What-what is this?" gasped the brew
er, only half awake, and turning in bewil-
dered amazement to the military stranger.
"Who are you, sir?''
"Inspoctor T, of the detective force, ~
was the reply.
"And that lady," said the old gentle
man "what has she done?'
"Are you sure she is lady?" inquired
the inspector, with a quiet smile.
"Oh, who could doubt that ?'' said the
brewer.
81 doubt it, sir?' was the quick reply
''and well for you did, for have decided
ly saved your life"
"Saved my life p cried the brewer, il
extreme astonishment
, eyes" said the detective.
But how" inquired the brewer.
"Look at that lady, as you call her,
said the officer. "Did you ever see any
one like her?"
"I?" stammered the old gentleman
"Oh, never"
, "Or read of any one like her." continued
| the inspector.
"Never," cried the other.
"You have not read those handbills al
down the line, then ?' said Inspector 7.
t "What handbills?" inquired the brewer