The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-03-29

OF his sleeplessnes, there was no more said
Oh the subject, or indeed on any other, for
Lindsey went Immediately out.
His dinner eaten, he went to the boat
house, but both boats were out. Well, he
might go back to the store. He would take
stroll down street first, he thought turn
ing lnvoluntarily in the direction of Mr..
Sherwood's. He passed the house, noticing
how still everything seemed, and how close
ly-shut the blinds were. He remembered
all at once that he had not asked if Mr..
sherwood was better or worse. He saw
Terry Dermott, the gardener, out in the
field, and went out to him.
" How is MIR. Sherwood, Terry, better 2"
he asked, as soon as he could make break
i'll Tenys Grafton upon the relative merits
OF the various fertilizers in the market, and
the mode of applying the same.
"Och and ye must ask somebody ilse
but l." he replied, with a mysterious nod
which was very vaguely expressive. 81
reckon though he be mighty bad, for there
was no dinner ate in the house, only what
l ate meself in the pantry, and Miss Cor
rie's eyes looked as if she had cried week.
when she came out to ask me to stay about
the house-somewhere within call, she said
the afternoon"
"There's something strange about it,"
Lindsey said, under his breath, the old ner-
vous, uneasy sensation taking possession of
him, together with a feeling that he was
needed at the store Immediately He had
been away scarcely an hour, yet as he
walked down the street it was with difficult
ty he could keep himself from breaking
into run. 1t seemed as if his feet were
made of lead, they dragged so. He had
experienced a similar sensation during
sleep, but never before in his waking hours
The store door stood slightly aiar when
he came up. He walked directly through to
the office. Something told him he would
find the door locked and without trying it
he took duplicate key from his pocket and
endeavored to fit it in the lock, but the kew
on the inside prevented. There was, how
ever, smothered exclamation. and sud-
den rustic Of paper, and hurried voice he
scarcely recognized asked, hurriedly:
g Is that you, Lindsey?"
Yes, open the door, I want to come in, -
was the quick answer
Wait minute, am busy
Lindsey went back to the store, and two
ladies coming in, kept him busy perhaps
fifteen minutes. At the end of that time
and just as they were passing out. Sher-
wood came to the door and called him.
He was deadly pale and his hands trem-
bled, but there was firm, hard look about
his eyes and mouth which Lindsey had nev-
er seen there before.
81 want you to be off for Hartford in the
half-past five train, Lindsey he said, in a
hurried, nervous way quite unlike his
usual open, calm manner.
Certainly; but l must know what the
trouble is, first. You look like maniac"
"Do I?'' passing his hand hastily across
his forehead. "Well, | am not sure but |
amor shall be. You see we are in rather
tight place-if you insist on knowing. A
bill for ten thousand dollars worth of goods.
1t is in the hands of one the hardest men
in existence. He would not hesitate an in
slant to shut up the store if every dollar
was not forthcoming at the precise moment
it was due. Five thousand dollars takes
every cent of money the firm can command
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for week. In this extremity we are oblig-
ed to borrow. You are therefore to take
this check to Hartford, get the money, and
return Immediately"
MIR. MoTison?" Lindsey said, looking at
the check
Yes he has accommodated us before,
you probably remember"
81 think once took one of his checks
into the bank. A year or more ago, wasn't
it?"
Sc don't remember. He has helped us
several times. l am going down to the