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

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enough fellow, but so fearfully worthless /
No fit escort for a lady to the opera or
thcater any longer. He must be given
the cut courteous. As to the dashing Mrs
Foil, she concluded she'd copper the fel-
low, and stop her Foil from being seen
on the streets with him again. And in
fact from that time forward Foil never
recognized poor Tom except on one occa-
sion, when he offered to loan him twenty
Eve dollars on an elegant cameo seal ring
that cost seventy-fve in Europe. Was it
not enough to make poor Rogers grumble
at the world and uneasy in his sleep.
Here were people on whom he had
spent his money, dined and wined, now
that he had become poor man, actually
turning up their noses at him, and refus-
ing to recognize him on the Streets
But he was full of hope, and on the very
day when we find him asleep had invest
ed almost his last five dollars in a Mer-
camille Library Lottery Ticket,
Toms dinner was not substantial now
| a-days as formerly. The wine list was
far from being as extensive as once on Il
time; and perhaps it is all owing to the
absence in his bill of fare of his favorite
Bouchefils, that Tom dreamed at all; for
he did dream, and this is the gist of it {:
He and many thousands more had gath.
cred together in mammoth boz, which
some wag had dubbed the Pavilion. All
seemed filled with expectation, or some
thing else. Some very poor fddlug and
blowing of horns, to which no one paid
any attention, was going on, hardly audi
bic above the fearful tulnult. Suddenly
pompous parsonage. whom somebody
said was colonel W. r. Q, Cuncombe,
hoped up, and with martial wave of
the hand bade the tunIultuous assemblage
be still. AS the speaker was u military
man, being Colonel in the Militia, and
the assemblage greatly interested in the
proceedings about to take place, his COM
mand was Immediately complied with
In Il long and verbose address he inform
ed the audience what they had come to-
gethor ior-a fact of which they were
supposed to be entirely ignorant also
the order to be observed in the drawing
OF the tickets from the wheel for Tom
had at last learned that the drawing of
the Great Mercantile Library Lottery
was about to take place The impatience
of the people was by this time becoming
quite visible to all except the gallant CO.
lionel, who still continued his harangue,
though gently admonished Of his error by
a few small, though remarkably iutelli-
gent young urch;ns, with mild hints
thrown out to him to "dry up" "walk of
and the like.
Toms dream is at this point rather ha-
zy. He recollects hearing the number of
his ticket called out, and the tag No.
corresponding Immediately afler Here,
too, in his folly, he jumped on the back
Of a seat and shook his lucky ticket
above his head exultingly Quick as
thought the vast assemblage surged to-
ward him, took him in its mighty en-
brace, elevated him above it's sea of heads
and bore him out into the streets, giving
cheer on cheer His name, which he
had thought almost unknown, ut least to
this hustling, bad-smelliug rabbe, came
up to him with almost every conceivable
odor. From street to street he was borne
in triumph, and though the thing became
irksonIe, fiually painful, twas not till way
i'll the night that he could get rid of his
many friends, and rest in his own apart
menIs. Tom, true to his old habits,
would have ordered such supper as a
prince might envy, but his last five had
gone that morning for the ticket Hard
ly had he thought this, however, when
the landlord, his face wreathed with
smiles came bowing in to propose tue
very same thing thar Tom had in his
mind. 1t talmost seemed like some fairy
tale Had this thought indeed gone fly
ing through the key hole to tickle the
ear of his gracious host? 1t seemed SO.
F" But Tom had no moneyw What of
that, was he not gentleman Was it
not the happiest moment of his gracious
hosts life, when he was waiting upon
such gentleman as Mr.. Rogers? Tom
knew him to be liar, for only that morn
mo he had runp aonin and u0ain for his