The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-12-27

triumphant chuckle, as if the whole affair
were remarkably good joke.
"Whatever is to be done?'' cried Miss
Farquhar.
"Why, miss, l doan't know We're
to nigh ten mile from the highest stage
Jack Dodson's guesses, and even if we
knowed where we was, the 'osses is dead
beat, and the gray mares cast shoe"
Here the younger of the inside male pas
sengers asked, abruptly;
"Havo we passed the Red Moor yet?'
ooh, lawk yes, sir-two mile or more
as far as can be guessed by this 'ere mask
of snow, which hides the country and the
driver says the drifts is getting more dan
gerous every moment, cause Of the falling
snow"
81 know an old farmhouse at the lee
Of the Red Moor" continued the seeming
grazier, "where | am slightly acquainted
with the people, who would, think, give
lis and this lady a shelter for this incloment
night"
The guard looked at the speaker with
more of interest than he had yet displayed
and said, inquiringly;
You know the country, then, sir?''
"Yes, and could set the driver right !;
but it is no use, for if the horses are dead
beat, they cannot go ten miles in such
weather. We must return to the farm
house,
hn Tonf 11xr hot al -, L.
done, )" said Mr. Hartley, with u perplexed
air. 1t is quite certain that we cannot stop
here all night, if only for the lady's sake,
and it isequally certain that to proceed is
impossible"
The guard bobbed his head from the
window and disappeared to consult his
colleague. Almost Immediately he return
ed.
Jack Dodson says as that's the only
place, gentlemen; but he can't tell how
to find the way"
"Fll show him." replied the young
grazier drawing his wrapper firmly round
his throat and buttoning his coat tightly.
And he descended briskly, and took his
seat on the box, by the chopfallen coach
man.
The horses heads were then turned, and
the party retracted their steps. No sooner
had they commenced the backward jour
ney than Miss Farquhar, turning abruptly
to her companion, said:
g beg your pardon, Mr. Hartley but
are you not of opinion that there is some
thing very strange about that gentle-that
person who has just left the coach F? / feel
an instructive repulsion at the sight of
him."
81 cannot say | much like him, Miss
Farquhar; but people really are not
answerable for their looks responded the
other, with q smile.
"N-o-n-o, certainly not" hesitated
the lady; "and yet"
"And yet what ~
Catherine Farquhar did not give di-
rect reply, but answered this question by
another
What should you imagine him to be ?''
she asked.
" To be? Oh probable some well to-do
young farmer on grazier, with more money
than modesty, and who does not entertain
a very mean opinion of himself"
He is-so flashy," continued Catherine
"and that diamond pin and those rings as
sort i'll with Il velveteen coat
My dear Miss Farquhar it is not at
all uncommon for vulgar young provincial
men to be fond of dress and show"
but that pin must be worth fifty gum
cas-"
" Probably. Bulloek-selling is profita-
BILE business, / believe"
Miss Farquhar did not pursue the sub
ject and silence once more fell upon the
occupants Of the coach.
Presently, after tedious and protractet
scramble through the snow for nearly al
hour, the coach stopped at the entrance tC
q small lane, the banks of which were stack