The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-01-18
Che Gimes, Mem Bloon16elo, ])a.

claimed, Il know this lady, and would
stake my life upon her innocence v'
" So would |, boy, though I'm puz-
zled to my wits end p
See here p he continued, addressing
the Judge, " this case should go no fur
ther !'
"The charge can only be withdrawn
by those who made it," the Judge an
swered.
"And who are they confoundthem !"
"The officers of the bank"
"The officers of the bank be blowed,
I'm one of them myself I'll go her
ball. anyhow, and fix it up with her after
wards"
The proposition was satisfactory.
As Warren Harding conducted Mabel
home, he learned for the first time, her
altered circumstances. When last they
had met, it was in her native city, in the
midst Of a refined and fashionable circle,
of which she was the centre of attrac-
ton. He had been absent for year in
Europe, and returned but few days be-
fore. How little had he expected in ac-
companying his uncle to the police court,
that the meeting to which he looked for
ward with most impatience should take
place there.
Whatever explanations passed between
the two young people, they led to War
.ren's passing a ssleepless night. 1t was
past midnight and he had not yet retired,
when his uncle, whom he believed snug
in bed, muffled, hated, coated and equip
ped for going ont, uneeremoniously en-
tered the apartment. A strange express
sion in his eyes particularly arrested
the young mans attention Taking a
key from his pocket, he opened secret
drawer Of a secretary in one corner of
the room, from which he took what SEEM
ed to be a blank book, which he opened,
andtaking up pen, began to write.
Warren drew nearer, it was a check
book his uncle was writing in Having
finished, the old gentleman neatly cut out
and folded the part on which he had
written, and was about leaving the room
when Warren spoke:
" Where are you going uncle ?"
" 10 make present to Mabel, replied
the other without turning his head.
I made her one on Christmas, ana
intended making her another on NYu
Year, bm SonaehoO forgot It,"
Warren grasped his uncle's arm. The
latter gave bound that almost lost him
his balance.
why, what's the matter he exclaim
ed rubbing his eyes where am II"
See see uncle cried the young mar
eagerly; /" the mystery is explained"
"What's this ?" said the old gentle
man, more and more astonishcd. " Ny
lost check book, as live! and a check
in my hand, regularly filed up, and da
ted to-day! And here-why here's ;
memorandum, in the margin, of that con
founded check that has caused all the
mischief. It's all plain now! I've beer
at my old prank again. They used t.
accuse me of sleep walking when 1 was
boy, but | never more than half believ
ed it,"
When Mabel called next day to tende,
back the $500--which her deposit anc
savings, and some tuition bills she hat
collected, enabled her to do-the tender
was emphatically rejected. Mr.. Went
worth said he had but one regret in th'
matter, and that was, that he was mucl
better when asleep than when avohe.
If our young friends would know
what came of it all, they have only tx
put themselves in Mabel and Warren
place, and think what they would have
done in similar circumstances.