The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-12-06

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"Then," pursued Aunt Hetty 81 put
'em under my pillow every night, and
just dreamed-dreamed o. burglars and
robbers, and men with black Grape masks
over their faces, and woke up, all in cold
sweat, forty times in the course of the
night That would make four times an
hour, regularly" said James, in soto
00ice to Mabel) y" sartin sure that the muz-
zle of pistol was close to my head" went
on Miss Agnew. "Well, that wouldn't do
of course"
81 should think not, Aunt Hetty," grave.
ly commented Mr. Montclair.
"Well, what should do next but put
'em in the tail pocket of Abiah's old coat
that was hangin' back O. the store room
door, and, says I to myself, "They're safe
now; no burglar will ever think of that old
dud.' And, don't you believe, that very
self-same evenin' read long account, in
the paper, Of how man hid away money
in his wife's old flannel skirt, and how she
went without KNOWN q IL ing about it, and
sold the flannel in a pile O. paper rags to a
ragman, and who was drivin' through town
with wagon and bells, and that was just
the last they ever heard of their money
So there was an end of the old coat busi-
ness"
"Well, Aunt Hetty, and what next ?"
asked her amused nephew.
"What next I've got 'em in an old
coffee-pot now, with a broken spout, hid
away in the onlikeliest spot I could any
ways think Of"
You won't tell us whereof
"No ! WON'T" nodded Miss Agnew.
81 don't tell nobody my secrets. But l
don't feel bit easy about 'em, they won't
stay there long, 1 guess. There, Mabel
we've got about enough now-just you put
'em in the butery for tonight. Tomorrow
Deacon Salisbury's sisters goin' to lend me
her porcelain preservin' kettle, and if we
don't have nice pears next winter, I'm out
in my calculations, that's all. None o. your
canned trash for me-pound for pound, and
a good boil up with plenty of sl1immin', is
my rule"
AS the fluttering blue chambry dress
vanished through the portals of the buttery
door, James Montclair looked admiringly
after its slender little wearer.
Aunt Hetty ~ said he, abruptly, "do
you know that Mabel Martin is growing
very pretty? ?'
"James |" calculates Miss Agnew.
"Well? why that Mortified tone OF
voice?" demanded her nephew, half defiant
| ly.
"James, / thought for certain you and
Mary Cornell was takin fancy to each
otherp p
"My dear Aunt Hetty, do you give me
credit for no taste at all ?"
"To be sure, Mary Cornell isn't pretty
said Aunt Hetty "but person soon gets
accustomed to sallow complexion, and
eyes that don't look quite straight and her
hair amt a real, fiery red, you know, but
auburn; and then she'll have all Squire
| Cornell's land %
She's welcome to it, for all of me" OBJ
served the young man, indinerently.
"And then, James"
"Yes, Aunt Hetty."
"Mabel Martins nice, handy little
thing enough, and / don't deny but that
she's what the world calls pretty; but her
folks are dreadful shiftless, and old Martin
drinks terribly, and they do say that the
eldest boy amt over and above honestp
Granted, Aunt Hetty," said Montclair,
with slight contraction of his dark brows
"but is Mabel in any way to blame fol
that ?''
"No; but one can't help settin' store by
family, James, and"
81 really don't s'pose we ought to blame
her for the bad name her folks have got p
she thought washing off the pear stains tha
clung to her fingers in bowl of tart-smat
ling vinegar "But, after alls come and