The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-05-31
CLARA'S LOVER:
Where There's Will There's a Way.
OR

ucHCS III L. Oldld IO"hlOy oOoOu
beside him and very fearful look stole
into her deep-blue eyes as she answered
the question. s...
Yes, Lyman. Papa received his note
this morning, saying that he would surely
be here in the eight o'clock train"
"Your father is as determined as ever,
1 suppose, about this affair of-of the
marriage? ?" Lyman Palmer's look was
averted from Clara while he pronounced
the words. One of his white, slender
hands played rather nervously with a seal
ring on the finger Of the other.
They were both delicate enough, both
in shape and hue, those hands Of Lyman
Palmer's, to have belonged to woman !;
his face, also, devoid of beard or mus
tache, and glowing with the fullness of
healthful beauty, entirely lacked Che was
only twenty-two) the element of manli-
ness. 1t was face that Lyman Palmer's
enemies-had he really possessed any
would have been very likely to call insp-
id and girlish. But they could not truth
fully have said the same of the man him
self He was every inch what his youth
full appearance failed to show-a high
bred, honorable, courageous gentleman.
Determined p Clara Townley ex-
claimed, in answer to her lovers last re-
mark. "Why, papa is so bent upon my
becoming Mrs. Livermore that he would
die of rage, / think, were my resolution
known to him.
"And that resolution is, Clara--"
To give Mr. Livermore plainly to un-
derstand that the times we live in are not
those which tolerate the affiancng of two
children in their cradles, merely because
their parents happen to be friends. And
then this creature, Richard Livermore,
is perfect fend of homeliness, if you
will pardon my intense style of rhetoric,
Lyman. The photograph which he sent
me, through papa, is just about the most
frightful thing l ever beheld. He has
passed his whole life, you know, in some
obscure place out West-all places out
West are obscure, in smy opinion-an d,
TO all appearances, he has the manners Of
a regular clod. He actually had the i'm
pudence to speak of me, in his last letter
to papa, as the 'sweet Clara whom he
longed so passionately to behold and
whom he fondly believed to be a picture
of womanly grace and loveliness.' I've
never told you this before, Lyman, for
fear of making you ungovernably angry
at your unseen rival.'
ave ought not to be called rivals, y
Lyman Palmer answered, in voice in
which there was much more despondency
than anger" his chances are so fan
above NINE"
" Nonsense, Lyman"
How nonsense, ClaraW
"Do you believe in proverbs ?"
"Why do you ask 7"
"Because [ do" Clara Townley's fac,
wore look of very firm determination az
she spoke.
"To what particular proverb do yor
have reference just now 2" Lyman asked
To one which says, Where there's ,
will there's way think that adagt
remarkable true one. And think
Lyman, that you and 1 may test its truth
if we are so inclined"
"You don't mean by an elopement
Clara, do you? Often and often have
pleaded"
"And often and often have l refused,
was the prompt interruption. "Of course
I won't elope with you, Lyman. l dom
consider elopements respectable. [ shal
never marry youif l have to do it So
there now |" And she looked quite seriou
enough to keep the resolution if calle'
upon to do SO.
You mean, then, Clara, by coming
the mighty eloquent over your papa?'
Lyman questioned,
"And get poo-poohed for our pains,
said Clara, with slight laugh. "No
Lyman, mean something else Papa i
still asleep, and likely to remain 50 for al
hour. Besides, he is too feeble to leav
his room this evening. Let us take
stroll through the garden, and, while W
stroll, shall disburden myself of
weighty secret"
"Is Mr.. Townley at home 7"
Richard Livermore asked the above
question of Mr.. Townley's servant, and