The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-06-28

peradVenture meet him again. Heaven, no |
doubt, hath willed that he should have
been so very imprudent.
Somewhat consoled, by know not what
hope, Toby went home without showing
any trouble, or saying aught of his adven-
ture. He did not go to the magistrate, but
embraced his daughter, who suspected moth
ing, and lay down and slept. His faith was
in God.
Next day he secretly thought of cooper
ating with Providence in making research.
He let the maDe out of the stable where she
had passed the night, and threw the bride
over her neck, in hopes that the animal, led
by habit would naturally go to the house
of her master. He therefore sent off the
poor beast which had been fasting, to wan
der at large through the streets of London,
and followed her. But he supposed her to
have more instinct than she had: for a. long
time she went right and left, making
thousand turns and returns without aim,
without direction, sometimes at stand,
then taking a contrary course. Toby
despaired. "My robber," thought he
''doth not live in London. What folly in
me instead Of going to the magistrate
when had the time, to have suffered my
self to be led away by this wretched ami
MALI
Suddenly, however, the beast pricl1ed up
her ears and set off ON brisk trot, follow
ed by the Quaker.
Stop stopP was the cry on all hands.
''Detain me not !' cried the Quaker; 81
entreat you, detain me not -
And anxiously following with his eye the
course of the animal, he saw her rapidly
entering the gate Of dwelling in the sub
urb.
'Tis here" thought the Quaker, raising
his eyes toward heaven, in thanks to Provi-
dence.
In reality, in passing the house, he per-
ceived in the court domestic, who patted
the poor beast and conducted her to the
stable. He demanded at once the name of
the proprietor of the house.
"What, have you never been in these
parts?" was the answer, "that you don't
know that this is the dwelling of the rich
merchant, Weresford ?'
The Quaker stood petrifed.
" Weresford," repeated the neighbor,
who believed that he had not understood
him, "the man who made SO rapid for
tune.''
"Excuse me, my friend, excuse me-" re-
piled Toby.
He could not recover from his stupor.
Weresford, the father of Edward a
man of note, my robberp %
He believed he was dreaming, and desired
to come to himself. Meantime many exam.
pies occurred to his memory of many re-
spectacle persons who were in league with
banditti. Toby resolved to investigate the
mystery.
He entered boldly into the court and de.
manded to speak with the proprietor, who
had just gone to bed, though it was neal
midday-a new indication of night of fa
tigue The Quaker insisted on being i'll
troduced and soon found himself ir
Weresford's bedchamber. He not being
used to being disturbed, rubbed his eyes
and demanded with some impatience,
"Who are you, sir? What do you wan
with me ?"
The sound of the voice was recognized by
Toby, and thoroughly convinced him. HI
TRANQUILITY drew chair and seated himsel
: at the bedside, his hat on his head.
"Do you remain covered?" cried til,
merchant, in surprise.
81 am Quaker" answered the other
with much calmness "and thou knowes
1 that such is our usage"
3 At these words of the Quaker, Weres
. ford sat up in bed and eyed the stranger
r He doubtless recognized him, for he turne,
B. deadly pale.
Q "Well," demanded he, stammering
"what is tiff you please-the-the sub
: ject that you come aboutp"