The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-01-25

OlhoOlou odiu DOHoo, WIN ndNl De6n UO
the Chicken Valley Academy two quar-
ters,' and used some large words.
Oh, you are both so, brave !" cried
Lydia admiringly--" ] feel as if l were
protected by an armyw
Green drew himself up to his full
height, which was just five feet, and it
must be confessed that beside the Her.
cuean Jones, he looked like Bantam
rooster beside a shanghae.
Command me !" said Green, "only
let me do your bidding"
Ask my existence" said JONES'
and it shall be given free as the streams
give to the sounding ocean,"
" Hush :" cried Lydia, don't speak so
loud He may hear you and take the
alarm and kill us all before you have a
chance to capture him"
"He ? who ? what?" demanded Jones,
in tragic whisper
" Hushl for PHYS sake" said Lydia,
he's up stairs in the spare room I'm
der the bed Father had a hundred dol
lars paid him him yesterday for a COW,
and this is plan to rob the house. |
saw his boots stick out from under the
countcrpane."
Good heavens !" cried Green, getting
behind Jones.
"And such big boots, too" said Lydia,
" twelves, am suroW
"JuPiter !! what giant he must be ~
said Jones'
Tom! Oh, Willie! protect me !''
cried Lydia pathetically, and they both
protested that they would shield her with
the last drop Of their blood.
Then 90 up stairs and seize the vii
liam" said Lydia.
"Y You had better go first" said Jones,
| don't know the way -
Nor !, said Green, "and you're the
biggest; it belongs to you to lead on"
" will show you the way" said Ly-
dia.
And the two gallant men reluctantly
followed her up stairs. She opened the
door Of the spare chamber softly, and
they saw the boots very distinctly; a
most extremely dirty pair of cowhides
which looked as though their owner had
tramped through twenty miles of swamp
and made no acquaintance with rugs and
scrapers afterward.
GA mighty big man he must
be, with such pair of feet" said
Jones. " Hadn't we better call your ia
ther and Mr.. Berry, the hired man ?"
" think we had" said Green-tim
idly,
''T don't" said Lydia, decidedly
See ! | believe the boots are moving
Oh, goodness me !"
And, as she screamed, Jones and Greer
simultaneously ly made rush for the cham
I ber door, Jones stumbled over a wash
stand and went headlong to the foot of
the stairs, wash-stand and all. And Ly
dia, by clinging to the skirts of Mr.
Green's coat, kept him from following hi,
rival,
What in the deuce is to pay here p
asked Jack Berry, appearing on the
scene in his shirt and trousers, and his
curly light hair standing out all over hi,
head, like the bristles ON a lamp chimney
brush.
Lydia points to the boots.
"Don't touch him." whined Green
He may have pistol or something
about him, and hurt somebody"
" You chicken-livered whelp! criet
Berry, "you're afraid to see what's be
hind the boots, are ye? Wall, III show
you"
And Berry seized the frightful object,
and gave pull so strong that he wen
over backwards on the floor, with boo
in either hand
Jupiter p he cried, "I never sav
any boots come off so easy as that are
Let's see the feet" And diving unde
the bed he lifted the counterpane anc
displayed-nothing.
But where is the owner of the boots p
cried he, scratching his hose and lookin.
infinitely puzzled.
=" Here !" said Pa White, appearing a
the door, I'm the owner, and here Nv,
been hearing this drafted noise for thu
last ten minutes, and thinking there wa
a fire oVpr tn tho cor,,ar Rut no o;c.r =,