The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-11-01
JudkinS' Elopement
AN UNPLEASANT SITUATION.
NER. JUDsoN JUDKINs wasa widow

u r. JUDSON JUDKINS wasa widow
I'VE er. He had been in this state of I'M
certainty for about five years, when the
little affair which | am about to tell you of
occurred. At that time Mr. Judson Jud-
kins was about fifty-two years Of age, and
he ought to have known better than to get
himself into situation from which he
could not eXtricate himself. But then peo-
pie hardly ever do know what they really
ought to know, and Mr.. Judl1ins was no
exception. And then he didn't think that
he was getting himself into bad fix,
but you see, he didn't have any time to con-
slider. He was obliged to go somewhere,
and SO he went, and the result was that he
found himself in very unpleasant situa-
tion indeed. Mr.. Judl1ins was the father
of two lovely children. The eldest, Harry,
was about the loveliest child, think, that
ever saw. He had the most beautiful
brown curls, and the handsomest eyes, and
sweet mouth /! And then he had such pret-
ty ways, and he was so "tunnin'" for q
child of his age (he was only twenty seven
years and two months old, that I'm sure
no properly constructed female could help
loving him.
The second child, named Mary, was also
very lovely AT least, all the young men
in Bradford thought so and if complex
ion like new milk, hair like threads of gold,
eyes like violets, and an indescribable ex-
preston over all, that was charming in it.
self, could make any female child of twenty
four summers lovely, then Mary Judlzins
was.
Mr.. JudlIins owned a fine house, situated
in the outskirts of the town of Bradford,
and Mary had the entire Charge of it, and
every summer they had it flied with COM
pany, generally their relations from the
city, who came out of the dust and smoke
once year to breathe the fresh air, drink
real milk, revel in Strawberries and cream,
and enjoy themselves to their hearts con-
tent, in the way best suited to themselves.
1t was day in June. "Then, if ever,
come perfect days" as the poet says, and
this was perfect day. Warm, cloudless,
beautiful
Miss Mary Judkins was seated at the Win
dow of their cosy little sitting-room, Miss
Florence Richmond Mary's cousin, was
reclining on the lounge, reading one Of Miss
Muloch's novels, Mrs. Mugworth, Mr.. Jud-
kins half-sistcr, fast asleep in the great
rocking-chair, and Mr.. Judkins himself was
out on the veranda, smoking cigar, and
reading Christian Shandy," when Harry
drove into the yard, with young lady in
the carriage beside him.
"There's Jennie p cried Mary, starting
up and running to the door.
Harry was just helping her out of the
carriage when Mary appeared, and of
course they fell into each others arms, and
kissed
How Harry's mouth must have watered
and think my mouth would have watered
too, had been there, for Miss Jane Louisa
Gushington was one of the most bewitch-
ing little beauties that ever wore button
boots. laughing-eyed brunette, with
rosy cheeks, and ripe luscious lips, through
which the pearls shone around plump lit
tie form, a neat foot, and an ankle--O
Hiram Powers
Well, we wont say anything about that
ankle, or those ankles, (for she had two of
'em), because, well, because my wife says
that it would be decidedly improper