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


advantageous union with one of the lowell.
est of women, disappears on his marriage
day, and drops, apparently, out of exist
ence ina breath, in the most invisible man.
ner possible to human imagination.
Twelve years after the incidents record
ed above, steamer, crossing Lake Erie one
summer evening, brought among it's pas
sengers, a quiet, retiring little woman,
dressed in heavy morning, who registered
her name as Mrs. Dinsmore, Montreal She
was evidently stranger in Detroit, and al
together unacquainted with the names and
character of the public houses She natu-
rally shrank from making inquiry of strang-
ers, and they were fast nearing the city and
the faint summer twilight was creeping
softly over the river and the lake they had
just left, and casting faint gloom over the
roof and spires of the approaching town.
Something about her-her isolation and
reserve perhaps-attracte the attention of
a gentleman standing near her. He had
noticed her once or twice before, and once
was vaguely conscious of desire to look
in her face without an intervening cloud of
almost impenetrable Grape. Her hand,
which was bare, was white and small, with
faint dimples across the back. 1t was
very unusual thing for Mr.. Montford to no
tice anything appertaining to lady. He
had been East, regularly four times a year
for the last six years, and this was the first
woman to whom he had ever given sec
ond thought. Whether some unexplaina-
BILE intuition revealed to her his interest in
her l cannot tell, but with sudden swift
step she crossed and came to his side.
care you a resident of Detroit, sirq'
she asked, in low, clear voice.
eyes; can be of service to you, mad
amp he replied, couIteously, another
strong desire to look in her face coming
over him.
elf you would recommend some nice,
quiet hotel where could stay a few weeks
you would do me favor. Not too expen-
sive," she added, comfortable and pleas
anti
81 think / can, madam, just the place
you describe" he replied, with feeling of
unusual qualification.
He then proceeded to inform her con-
cerning the house, it's location, scale of
prices, accommodations, etc.
81 speak thus warmly of the place be-
cause it has been my home for nearly nine
years, and owe it a good word" he said,
smiling. "You had better, though, ask
some of those gentlemen, perhaps. They
are old residents-men with families-and
it might be more satisfactory to you to
have their opinion"
"Thank you; but think I will rely
upon your recommendation, she replied,
and with bow walked away.
Mr.. Montford had been East to purchase
goods. He was merchant, doing business
in Detroit, and there was nothing unusual
about that but as he drove up TO his hotel
he was vaguely conscious of feeling of in
tense satisfaction with himself and all the
world. He had bought at very favorable
ldUCS--pOSSlUly JLlb WAS Une cause or his
elevation. He, himself, believed it to be,
and yet he found his thoughts continually
straying from business, and to the surprise
of his fellow-boarders he did not 90 to his
store as usual that evening, but loitered
about the Office and parlors until bedtime.
If any one had told him he was waiting
in expectation of seeing the lady with whom
he had spoken on board the steamer, he
would have repelled the intimation indig-
nantly, and honestly too, it is so easy to de-
ceive ones SELF He did, however, feel it
his duty, as he had recommended the house.
to look at the books to see if she had ac,
cepted his recommendation and arrived
safe. 1t would be well enough too, to, know
the lady's name, in case he should happen
to meet her during her stay. He read it
over twice or three times to himself,
"Agnes L. Dinsmore, Montreal, G. w."
This he knew was the name, for he had