The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-12-06

you make of that sir, Justice Cornell?"
The old man shook his gray head sadly.
You may as well make out warrant
for her arrest, Mr.. JUSTICE said Miss
Agnew, resoutely, "also paper to enable
us to search her fathers house thorough
ly."
i hate to do it the worst way" said the
kind old man; "but if I must must,
and-why, halo she's tainted away p
She had, indeed-falling on the floor as
pale and motionless rs if death itself had
kindly come to her relief to cut the
Gordian knot of her pcrplexities
81 declare p said the justice, whsking
away sundry suspicious drops with the
corner of his huge yellow silk pocket hand
kerchief, I" feel just as l did the day /
butchered the children's pet lamb It's
cruel thing to do, Miss Hetty, justice or no
jvstice.''
"I'll send over to my brotherr Mont
clair's for James," said Miss Agnew. 81
didn't mean he should be mixed up in the
affair; but he's lawyer, and maybe I'd
better consult him. Patrick" f" to the stout
charioteer who had driven her over to Jus
tice Cornell's ego for Mr.. James, immedi-
atelyr' And Patrick, obeyed.
'Ill go bail for Miss Mabel, anyhow"
he muttered to himself, as he urged old
Dobbin to his highest rate of speed. "Pd
as soon suspect a saint in glory of being %
thafe, the Blessed Virgin be good to me!''
Half an hour could scarcely have elapsed
when he returned, flushed and dusty, with
old Dobbin's mouse-coored coat reelxine
with sweat.
6 Where is Mr.. James?'' eagerly demand
ed his mistress
Sure Mr.. James got a telegraph at day
break to go on to Boston, where his brothers
to sail for Europe in a hurry unexpected;
and he left this letter for yez to be de-
livered immediate, and the servants, bad
luck to 'em entirely never thought about
it and here it is.
Miss Agnew broke the seal of the large,
official-looting envelope, and from it fell
six rustic Government bonds, with a little
white note folded around them.
"DEAR AUNT HETrY (it ready, I expect
nothing less shan one of the lectures | use
to get for my mad pranks half dozen
years ago but when | saw you stealing
through the garden-walks, and hiding your
precious treasures away like a magnified
magple, l couldn't resist the temptation of
playing burglar, positively for one night
only as the playbills say, and abstracting
your bonds just to enjoy your perplexity
the next day. l expected to bring them
back myself this forenoon, but circum-
stances decree otherwise, and here they
are. l only wish could have seen your
Mortified face when you missed them.
Love to little Mabel, and tell her when j
| come back it will be to openly proclaim our
engagement to the world. Don't seold the
child it isn't her fault that l fell in love
wit No in,a 10 20 y
by for a week. JIM.
Miss Agnew burst into tears The drops
that had not moistened her uithered cheeks
for years shone brightly on them now.
She threw her arms around Mabel.
My poor child, read this note p r.
And Mabel read it, while Justice Cornell
slowly gathered up the bonds that lay on
the floor, utterly unheeded by Miss Meheta-
bel Agnew.
cit is all right it is 9'' said the old man
| chuckling, "Well, / thought all along
| there must be some mistake. Here are
your bonds, Miss Agnew, and / guess we
won't say anything more about the search
| warrant.
1t was some time before Mabel Martin
| gathered courage to tell Miss Agnew of
the moonlight stroll. James had told her
nothing of the abstracted bonds, and when
the weight Of the unexpected accusation
came upon her, the grief and shame were
almost to hard for endurance. But Miss
Agnew kissed away the sound of the half
! uttered words.
ITS all right and natural, child,'' shs
| said "and believe you'll make our James
a good WIFE" VA "a
| Which was great concession for Miss
Agnew, considering her preconceived opin-
| ions.
The January sunsets were reddcning the
western sky when James and Mabel were
married and up to that time Miss Agnew's
Government bonds had found no rest for
the soles oftheir parchment feet. m.
"Take 'em, James, for q wedding
present" said the old lady, on the morning
| of the eyentful day thrusting the envelope
into the nephew's hand. "There now 4
can breathe freely" .f-is,,-.l Is
And that was the way in which Miss
Agnew disposed Of her troublesome moneys
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