The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-01-11

"There is something wonderfully sym
pathetic about her nature, :" thought, as |
went homeward, and for the first time in
many a day the winter sunlight seemed not
to mock me with its brightness
Wonder of wonders "It never rains
but it pours." When re-entered my office,
there was an order upon my slate. This
was indeed quite big sprinkle for me-a
call to the house of the great man of the
town.
Well, it is especially true in q profession
that " it is the first step which costs. -
My call to Miss Farnsworth, who took up
her quarters at the Darby House and be-
came at once the fashion, helped me anna
zingly, and was quite sure she aided me
whenever she could by mentioning me with
favor. The tide had turned with me
l had now only to turn my sails to the pros
porous breezes.
The people of barley suddenly discover
ed that Doctor Launce was not only fine
pttO ctl1ll Uillo gave
me an entree into the circle in which Miss
Farnsworth moved. OF course l fell in
love with her. 1t would have been far more
strange had I not She was q fine musi-
clan, and Of music was passionately fond,
and 1 fell into a habit of dropping into her
parlor, when was weary with long rides,
and resting, while she sung, in her deliri-
ously modulated voice, songs sweet, and
soft, and low. I got way, too, Of telling
her of my hopes, my cares, my successes,
and one night, when had driven all day,
and was, o, so gloriously tired with hard
work, told her what mean, cowardly act
her chance call had saved me from.
Hooked in her beautiful eyes, half shrink
ing-for what if l should read there con-
tempt and scorn? But there were only
pity and ineffable sympathy i'll their lovely
| depths.
"You do not despise me?" l said, ca
gerly.
"No," she said, softly. "I know too
well what creatures of opportunity we are,
to do that. No." she repeated, 81 do not
despise YOU"
There was some wonderful light in her
eye, some heavenly smile about her mouth,
as she spoke the word "despise," that
transported me.
"No, you do not despise me, Nora Farms
worth. You love me p said, with sud-
den triumphant surety, and all in mo-
ment held her mine, mine, in my arms.
Once before my love returned to her home
in New York. asked her what she meant
by her assumed illness.
''For that, and the reason why I left my
home and came here, you must trust me
till you come on to New York. You can,
Launcelot ?" She laughed as she spoke
but could see shade of anxiety in her
face lest the secret trouble me-
For that, anything else in the world
you may choose to ask me-" said, with a
fervor that reassured her. "And to New
York shall come just as soon as I can
bring the money with me to pay the debt l
told you of, can go to my old home then,
and meet Miss Orton without blushing"
"What sort of person do you suppose
she is ?" said Nora.
81 never thought enough about her to
picture her," answered, carelessly. 81
only know thank her now for giving me
the chance to know what l was made Of
And, yet, God knows, 1 cannot fatter my
self, / added, sobeily. Success hangs on
very slight things, sometimes
Nora slid her soft hand in mine.
" Forget that night" she said. "You
never would have done it,
Nora went back to New York and stay-
ed behind, well content to labor with SO
glorious prize in view. Such letters as
we wrote ! Nora has been my sweet, sweet
wife, this many year, but l never think
of some passages in those received from
her without the sweet thrill returning that
| know when first read them. / have a