The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-03-08

MIS- Dinsmore to come down. The ser
want soon returned from his errand with
the word that the lady was out.
Mrs. Dinsmore was walking SLOWLY
through the busy, hurrying crowd, as per-
fectly alone as if she we're in the mos.
impenetrable forest. Men and woman
crowded past her in.their haste, but she did
not look up. Her eyes were sad, and her
lips tremulous, and faint sigh now and
tnen fiuttered over them. Suddenly car
rage which she knew, drew up az the side.
walk few rods in advance of her. and
gentleman sprang out. The blood surped
to her face, but the friendly Grape shielded
her from observation.
Il was looking for you," he said, in a
low tone, touching her arm, twill Won
ride ?"
one gave him her hand and stepped into
the carriage in silence. Very soon she be-.
came aware that they were driving awav
from the city. The noise, and smoke anS
oustle fell away like a veil, and a soft calre
orooded like dove over the earth The
cool country road was sweet with wild roses
and pretty cottages and comfortable farm.
houses were half hidden in the rank mead
ow grasses. Agnes Dinsmore drew LONG
fiuttering breath and put her hand to her
race, but not before her companion saw that
her eyes were filed with tears. Mr.. Mont
ford was entirely unused to women in tears
and besides he was very sympathetic man,
and SO put his arm about her in a friendly
way to comfort her. She shrank awav a
little, and hysterical sob broke from hsr
lips.
i am so foolish, Mr.. Montfordn she
cried' blushing. "But something about
this country stiffness brought back a men,,
ory OF the past-the long buried past. Itis
very beautiful and sweet here.''
"Yes, very beautiful" he replied. look
ing straight in her face instead of at the
pleasant summer landscape.
~ wonder where I shall be tomorrow al
this time" she said, leaning out, to hide
the confusion in her face.
:" wish l dared prophesy p'
Are you among the prophets, Ms.
MontfordP'' she asked, lightly; "if you
are should be happy to listen to some Of
your predictions.
"Not yet. brought you out here to
tell you story of the past, Mrs. Dinsmore.
want you to listen to it, and tell me when
am done what you think should be the
fate of this mantle one whose story lam
about to relate, will you2' he asked with
grave eagerness
81 will try, but my Judgment may be
very faulty, and
"Ishall be satisfied with it, he in.ey-
rupted.
II am ready then," she replied.
"Once upon time, as the fairy stories
say, young man became very deeply in
love with beautiful girl. The girl was
very wealthy and of high social standing
Inc young man was also of good standing,
ana oe''eced to be rich, also, by the friends
OF the girl. He had not thought of deceiv
ing them at first, but by some misunder-
standing his identity was confounded with
his cousin, who had borne the same name.
but who had been several years dead. This
cousin had been worth a large property, and
somehow this girl and her friends had the
impression that he was the same man. It
did not take him long to discover that a
poor young man would stand little chance
OF marrying into that family. He was q
Scoundrel. think, for not declaring his true
circumstances at once, don't you?'
- He did wrong, suppose, but if he lov-
ed the girl very much
He did--or at least he believed he did,
he interrupted, leaning forward 50 as to
look straight in her face, ''but You have
not heard the worst that he did He won
the girls affections, and believing him to
te the rich, instead of the poor cousin, her
her friends consented to their Marriage
There would come a time when the truth
must be made known, but she would be hiA