The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-09-13

ORA, think she is called"
Yes, upon consideration, l thought
this the best plan. Miss Tremorne was
good-natured-less nervous than her sis
ter-in-law, and more capable of acting ra-
tionally than her girlish niece. She
would know how to arrange matters and
accordingly, the sergeant was instantly
dispatched to waylay Miss Cassandra in
her regular evening walk in the park,
and as privately and delicately as possible
to give the required hint"-nothing
coarse, nothing plainly stated, but the
merest shawowing forth of the business
in hand.
In an hour the sergeant returned. He
had been successful in his mission, which
he thus related to me:
Concealing himself in the shrubbery as
he saw the lady approaching, he stepped
forth when she was within few PAGES of
him, and removing his cap, bowed pro-
foundly by way of assurance that nothing
disrespectful was intended. She had
started back upon first seeing him, and
was evidently prepared for scream.
Madame" said the sergeant, hastily,
"pray do not be alarmed. [ am the bear
er Of message to you from Lieutenant
Charney"
"Oh, indeed! From Lieutenant Char
ney?"
ayes madame He requested me to
see you as privately as possible, and say
to you that he will call at the Moor at
ten o'clock this evening, and hopes that
you will understand his business, and so
arrange it that nothing unpleasant shall
occur"
Well she turned all sorts of colors,
and looked furtively around, as if fearing
some one might be in sight or hearing
a sure proof that she knew already about
the spirits.
Good gracious" said she, coloring,
" [ had not expected this SO soon. Will
not tomorrow do as well ?"
II fear not, madame. The lieutenant
is anxious to have it concluded as soon as
possible, and has already engaged for
this evening, if you can be ready in time.
You can, suppose, ma'am, find some one
to remove the-the-the things, without
the knowledge of the family"
"The trunks you mean ?" says she,
looking relieved, and clasping her hands
nervously.
"Trunks ?" exclaimed 1, as the SER
geant here paused.
Yes. Don't you see? The agents
a sly one, no doubt, and had the kegs
smuggled to the Moor in trunks, like any
ordinary baggage.
"Oh, ah, to be sure Very cute that w
And we both laughed.
"You think, then, sergeant, that all
will be right ?" inquired.
"Dog sure She understood the bust
ness at once, and though she looked ner-
vous and excited, like all womankind,
when there's anything to be done, she'll
know how to act, depend ont"
At precisely five minutes of ten, ac-
.cordingly, I, at the head of my little par
ty of six men, was approaching the house
at the Moor. The night was still and
clear; a new moon family illumining the
scene, and scarcely leaf stirring as we
walked briskly up the winding avenue.
Lights shone from various windows of
the mansion, for the Tremornes kept late
hours, and, the sound of piano, and oc-
casional shadows fitting across the cur
tains, told me that they had visitors.
resolved, therefore, to wait awhile,
until these had left; and accordingly
bidding the men remain amid the shrub
berry, | advanced short distance, keep
ing in the shadow of mountain laurel,
and stood accommodating.
Hardly had I occupied my station five
minutes when a tall, thin figure, dressed
in black, stole out of side door, and
came rapidly and noislessly toward me.
"Is-is it you ?" asked trembling
voice, which recognized as that of Miss
Tremorne.
Lieutenant Charney," answered I ad-
Vancing little into the light
She clasped her hands upon my arms,
and | saw that she was trembling.
"I-I watched for you," she faltered.
"l-I am so nervous-so frightened"
My dear Miss Tremorne," said I,
sympathizingly, don't. agitate yourself.