The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-11-01

better than he can read ithimself and why
Miss Jane Louisa Gushington did not see
that Harry adored her, is question that l
cannot answer.
But to continue The fifth day of August
was the day appointed for the elopement.
MIR. Judson had made all necessary prepara-
tion ard he had told Mary that he was
going into the city on the early morning
train, to be gone all day, and he had
written an explanatory letter to be left on
the table on the morning of the fifth, and
he had retired to his room, there to pack
his valise, which being soon done, he I'M
dressed and got into bed.
Now the night of the fourth of August
was excessively warm. To be plain about
the matter, it was decidedly hot.
Mr.. Judkins couldn't sleep a wink. He
rolled all over the bed, and then he rolled
all over the floor, and the perspiration
rolled from every pore but there was no
sleep for Mr.. Judkins.
The hours rolled on, but they rolled very
slowly, or SO thought Mr.. Judkins. He
heard the clock strike every hour. At last
when it struck four he bounced out of bed
and throwing on dressing-gown, he left
the room.
"I'll take a shower-bath," " said Mr.. Jud-
kins as he went down stairs.
Now the shower-bath was situated in the
rear of the kitchen, and to reach it he had
to pass through the sitting-room and a
long entry. But at that hour in the morn
ing there was little danger of his meeting
any one.
Mr.. JudlSins reached it in safety, took his
bath, which was really the most comforta-
bic thing he had taken for the last twenty
four hours, "and now," said he "where is
the towel?"
He should have thought of that before,
for there wasn't any towel there.
"But l know where Mary keeps 'em,"
said he. "They're in the sittng-room
closet and as it's so early in the morning
I'll run in just as l am, for 1 don't want
to wet my dressing gown"
And so Mr. Judkins ran in just as he
was and he got the towel, and was running
back, when he heard Bridget coming down
the back stairs, for she, having heard Mr..
Judkins, thought it was time to get up,
and was now coming down the stairs into
the long entry, just in time to intercept her
master.
We'll, I'll go back to my room then, "
said Mr. Judkins, jumping out of the long
entry just as Bridget stepped in.
"But, hush egad, there's somebody
coming down the front stairs" cried he,
"and believe it's Jane Louisa. o, what
shall do?"
What could he do? He must hide some
where, of course. He wasn't dressed to re-
ceive callers you know. He hadn't got his
watch-guard on, and consequently he felt
rather embarrassed.
WE'LL right across one corner Of the sit
ting-room was n sofa, and in behind it
there was room enough for a man to hide
quite comfortably, and there Mr.. Judson
Judkins hid, and he wasn't moment too
soon, for Miss Gushington came in imme-
wait for her lover.
Mr.. JudlIins waited for her to go, and
she waited for him to come, and, of course,
they both waited in vain.
Atlength the clock struck five, but still Mr..
JudlSins didn't put in an appearance. Jane
Louisa asked herself what could be the
matter, but she could give no satisfactory
answer. Had her lover oversight himself?
1t looked very much like it, and so she de-
termined to wait until he did come down
and then ask him if that was the way he
kept his appointments.
"Well, this is a go, )" thought Mr.. Judkins.
as the time passed on, and his lady-love
showed no signs of leaving tho room. Then
he came to the conclusion that it didn't
seem SO much like ga CO." as it did like a
stay.
The early train had gone, but still Miss
Gushington waited. She was getting angry,