The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-05-17

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him out of the house"
Marian left the room in search of him,
and as the old man watched her graceful
form depart, he thought of the tender
ness with which she had nursed him, the
loving care with which she had watched
over him, and he was almost tempted to
forswear the hatred of her sex for her
sake. at will be very cheerless," he
thought, " to 60 down to the grave with
no gentle woman's hand to smooth my
pillow, and think it would be sweet to
hear children's voices once more in these
old rooms. Really, am either getting
childish, Or l am forgetting my old reso-
lutions. Perhaps Charles is right in
wanting to get married; it is natural that
he should at his age. was young once,
myself But he shall never marry the
red-headed trollop-- never, Darn it,
why didn't I think of it before? He
shall marry my little Marian or he shall
stay single"
The door opened and Charles entered
"Charles, what is this l hear ?" ex-
claimed the old man angrily; "have you
dared to fall in love without my consent,
after all have told you about the wiles
of womankind."
why, you see, sir" said Charles, hes
itatingly, "you got married before me,
and your father before you, and so on up
to the time of Adam and there seems to
be sort of tendency in the family that
way"
"Do you dare to tell me, sir, that you
intend to bring a red-headed daughter in
my house, and give me a parcel of red
headed grandchildren when you know
the color is odious to me?"
well, father, | am not very particu-
lar as to Miss Wood, if she is the one
you refer to; but you see you have kept
me SO closely under your eye that have
never had much of an opportunity
to investigate very closely into the sub
ject of marriageable females 1 feel that
must get married, but am not partic-
ular about the lady, if she is of the same
color as myself and not over forty"
every good, sir, as far as it goes
Now, do you mean to say that you need
to look any further than my house to find
the sweetest, dearest, prettiest and most
loveable little gypsy that ever bore with
| an old mans infirmities ?"
"Why, surely, father, you don't mean
to marry me to Mrs. Wilson p
"Mrs Wilson be blessed" shouted
the old man, in fury. II mean Marian
Stevens, the only girl I ever saw fit to be
5 a good mans wife You shall marry her
or you shall remain single and if you
don't do it darn me if 1 don't marry her
myself"
'"What do you mean father? You
l would not have me disgrace our family
by marrying nameless, penniless, friend
: less girl like her. TO be sure she is not
=, ill-looking,an with little cultivation"
t " Darn your cultivation, sir; she is
: your superior in every particular, and
you may bless your stars if she will mar
e ry self conceited young jackanape like
you at any price Marian, Marian! !" he
1 shouted at the top of his voice.
d I do not mean to charge Marian with
C listening, but she certainly answered Mr..
r Osgood's summons with most astonish-
:. ing alacrity.
:, "Did you call me sir Z" she said look
Il ing prettier than ever, with her eyes cast
S down, her cheek somewhat paler than US
ual, and her fingers nervously .twitchine
If at that omnipresent apron.
y Yes, my dear called you. Do you
t see that six feet of lubberly humanity
there, my son Charles?"
1t eyes, sir" said Marian not lookingup
p edo you think you could love hin
l well enough to marry himr
"How can I answer until he asks
me p was her coy reply.
re "Do you hear that Charles ? Are you
to going to ask her to marry you, or am
IS going to kick you out of doors with my
broken leg?'
W "Well, sir, as l have no desire to pu
is you to any such unnecessary trouble,
r. will be as obedient as you wish. Marian
to will you marry me?"
" Yes, Charles, to oblige your father
ne "Then, come here both of you," crieC
is the old man, overjoyed at their unexpect