The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-08-30

lor noI udlly preau-dn, uoNel) neNer
And Becky, anxious to escape from
her own haunting thoughts, jumped up
and ran across the dewy meadow to meet
Miss Towers, whose tall, angular figure
was just coming in sight round the curve
of the maple swamp.
"Bless and save the child ~ cried Miss
Towers. "Why, Rebecca, you amt
afraid ?"
"No-yes-I don't know. Let ne
carry your basket, please.
Rebecca," cried the old lady, next
morning as she drove the shaggy little
pony into the door yard, returning from
the village post office, 1 We got letter
He's coming tonight"
Is he?" said the girl, smiling be-
cause Miss Towers face was so radiant.
Then I'd better run out in the garden
and gather fresh lot of strawberries be-
fore the sun gets any higher"
Yes, run along; and remember, Re
becca, all that | have told you about sit
ting quiet and never disturb him when
he wants to write, and speaking very
low, and keeping out of his way, except
when you are wanted, for he has just
come from England where they are very
particular about servants"
" Yes, ma'am I will remember" she
made answer, meekly, and folded up Miss
Towers large black shawl, while that
lady hurried out into the kitchen to see
whether the fire was in proper condition
for the baking of diver and sundry savo-
ry compounds designed to tempt the ap-
petite of the expected guest.
"Iw wish he wasn't coming" thought
our Becky We have been so happy
together all the summer, and now"
"But Miss Towers voice shrilly call
ing to Becky to come and stone raisins for
her, interrupted the discontented frag-
ment of reverie into which she had
fallen
Miss Towers was arrayed like unto
lilies of the field in her new steel-colored
silk dress-our smile applies to the gen
eral gorgeousness of the apparel not its
color merely-and white satin ribons in
her cap, when the stage rumbled into
sight round the corner of the fence
where huge willow waved its green ban
ner, shutting off all outside view beyond
its streaming boughs.
Little Becky Harland, who had beer
on the qui viUe at the garret window
came flying down stairs like a thistledowr
blown by the summer breeze.
"Oh, Miss Towers! Miss Towers
there is gentleman all alone on the bacl
!, seat of the stage, and am sure it mus
be Mr.. Towers"
"Mr. Towers p repeated the old lady
: with an accent almost Of irritation
Why Rebecca, I'm sure I've told yor
that his name isn't Towers; it is"
But here she broke short off, hurry
: ing to the front door to greet the ne'
conner, while Becky, in an accountabl
t fit of shyness, shrank back into the corne
and looked up to the picture of Rut
e and Naomi that hung over mantlepiece.
+ "I wish he hadn't come | wish h
a hadn't come !" repeated Becky over an
J over to herself "We were 50 hapI
Il before" !"
- Anu InCu remembering MISS i ONcl
: iudicious advice as to keeping out Of Il
e way except when she was wanted, Beck
d turned to escape out among her frienC
N the downy chickens, at the south doc
N but to her infinite discontinue, just
she opened the door, Miss Towers ste
IN colored silk rustled up to the threshho
TX with tall, stately figure by her side al
H. poor little Becky came face to face wi
S, them, her cheeks dyed scarlet, and h
- red-brown hair dishevelled by her has
ct yet looking wonderful pretty with
a "Rebecca I" slowly enuncated Mi
- Towers, in an accent bctokening SC
ng of mild displeasure.
But her tall companion, a man of abo
Id thrty-fye, with dark grey eyes, HI
d. black as ravens wing, and face viii
1t if not handsome, bore the exquisite o.
IL lines of refinement, had hastily pass
ne her, and entered the room.
lst Becky my darling Beckyw
&C, "Colonel Falconerw was all the 9
at could gasp, so totally bewildered v
lp- she. "Bless my soul - calculated NJ
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