The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-03-29


team, He has got to go down to Windsor
Locks, and you can ride down so far with
him and take the train from there. Iwant
you to attend to few small bills that are
due. I'll come down to the store again be-
fore You leave. BY the way pausing and
looking back with his hand on the knob.
and speaking cautiously, 81 wouldn't say
anything to any one, if were you, about
going down to the city,"
every well, - turning and going behind
the counter, troubled, perplexed express
sion on his face.
Several customers came in, and among
them one of the men who had been in to
inquire for one of the partners that morn
ing. He said nothing about them, now.
however, but bought pair of gloves,
lettering about the store till Terry drove up.
Lindsey at once went out, leaving him in
the store. Robert had ridden down with
Terry, and paused few moments. giving
some additional directions concerning the
business at Windsor Locks. Just as he
was turning away, the man in the store
sauntered leisurcly out, bowling coolly to
Sherwood as he passed.
"Who is that man Lindsey asked. ''He
came i'll company with another man very
early i'll the morning and asked to see one
OF the partners, but he went away without
mentioning any business"
g 1t is Clark Hunter,' Sherwood replied.
his face darliening.
Lindsey said no more; he understood at
once, Clark Hunter had been n former suit
or of Miss Austin's, Robert Sherwood S
bride elect, and he had heard that there
were not very pleasant relations between
the rivals. Terry tried very hard to inter
est his companion in conversation during
the journey to Windsor Locks. At length
he hit upon Il new topic.
"Some trouble atween yerself and the
ould one?" he asked, insinuatingly.
"Mr Sherwood, do You mean?" looking
up surprised
Yes, the ould gintleman. You sec
heard it all last even" looking exceedingly
wise. "It was after the company had all
gone, and jist in from the stables, stop
ped bit in the kitchen. The doors was
open, and heard the ould chap say angry
like, I'll niyer have my daughter disgra-
Gin herself in such way" or sumthin'
like it,
"What did Miss Sherwood say?" Lind
sey asked involuntarily, yet despising him
self for listening to what was not intended
for his ears.
"O," said the garrulous Terry, "she said
niver word, only cried as if her little
heart would break. And the ould one, says
he, Lindsey will not come here again, and
forbid you from meeting him, only in the
presence of Others"
''Stop, Terry - Lindsey interrupted
suddenly. 81 have no right to listen, or
you to tell me this private conversation"
But there wasn't only bit more,
and"
"Not another word y was the peremptory
answer
"Och, jst as ye likes, though if a nice,
swate young lady said the likes of me l
wouldn't stay away for as many ould ones
as there is stars in the skies" And Terry
chuckled inwardly at his smartness in put
ting the gist of Miss Corrie's answer so
cleverly.
The business at Windsor Locks was duly
attended to, the journey to Hartford made,
the check duly presented, and at once cash
ed without question. The cashier knew
young Lindsey, and had that morning seen
among the business notices in the "Cour-
ant" the advertisement of the new firm.
Mr.. Sherwood and Mr.. Morrison were both
old customers at the bank, and had often
accommodated each other, but never to
quite so large an amount. Morrison was
good, however, for five times that amount
and he dismissed all thought of it from his
mind.
The evening train found Alfred Lindsey
among its passengers. Just as they were