The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-09-06

VIC NeIe ODllSeu 10 WalC quietly, expecting
to hear of startling frauds of the same ma
ture from other cities, and thus once more
be on the track the bird had flown. But
weeks came and went, and no light broke
upon us, till at length we had given up all
hopes of success.
June was fast speeding away to make
way for ardent july when received a let
ter from my niece, Alice Shaw, urging me
to join choice party on three weeks
visit to Newport.
was rather blue and worn out Just then.
A brief snatch back at youthful pleasures
amid group of youthful buoyant hearts
would be delightful and invigorating. I
decided at one to make once of the part V:
Accordingly, / was on board the Newport
boat punctually, when it swung off from
the wharf at New York, and descended
to the ladies' cabin to find Allie, according
to agreement. Two gay blue eyes were
dancing a shower of welcoming glances
towards me, at the moment / swung open
the door, and pair of tiny hands, dain-
tily enclosed in lavender-colored gloves,
caught mine enthusiastically.
so, you dearest of old bachelors, knew
you would come! Now you shall be pet
ted and caressed till you forget all about
those musty folios and intricate law cases.
But not word must you breathe about
returning until am ready. Remember
if you get unruly, shall have the printed
playcard, For Sale, fastened to your back
and bid you off, for some romantic philan-
thropic maiden lady to convert from heath
enism ~
81 will try the petting first, if you please
Allie. Where are your friends?"
"Out on the promenade deck. Come
and see them"
And in moment more I was in the
midst of a general introduction. They
were all, with the exception of Gerald
Wayne, strangers to me. Every face was
smiling, and youthful, and happy.
1t was reviving for me, fresh from the
cankerous perplexing cares of life, to gaze
at them, although some were neither grace
full nor beautiful. Every face smiling (?
No; there was one-I started when | be-
held it, and hardly returned the salutation
collectedly, when the magic name was pro-
nounced and the regal head bowed care
lessly in greeting me, Lady Waldegrave's
face was turned towards the water, with a
wistful touching sadness, that a thousand
fold enchapced its loveliness. Alice was
sweet pretty girl, the darling of her home
now, and sometime to be the angel of
another; Bell Richardson, as her name de-
clared, coquettish belle; Mary and Lizzie
Vose passable, commonplace girls, owing
great deal of their attraction to their
stylish dress and sprightly manners, while
Nellie Barrett was unmistakably, unpreten-
dinghy plain. From out these, this Lady
Waldegrave shone like the shone like the
evening-star amid the fainter orbs of night
u peerless magnificent woman. Descrip-
tions ale tedious, nevertheless l must give
a few hints, that one may dimly picture
this cynosure Of all eyes on deck.
A tall slender figure swaying to and fro
with willowy grace, clad in robes of ex-
ceeding richness, yet of the most subdued
hue, small head set rather haughtily upon
gracefully sloping shoulders, thick wavy
braids of jetty sickness, parting away from
forehead smooth and fair, as if never a
grief had rippled over the heart within, eyes
large, lustrous, soft, tender and sad. Every
thing bewitching, melting, grieving, was
expressed in those magnificent eyes. Never
before or since have I seen orbs whose
witching light could so enthrall and daz-
zle. A small mouth of vivid crimson, sweet
and childlilke in repose, arch and playful
when parted to disclose the pearly line with
in, and features artistically small and deli
cate. Such is a poor glimpse of Lady
Waldegrave. No wonder scarcely gentle.
man on the deck could turn his eyes from
the enchanting picture. Yet she sat ben,
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