The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-05-31

"The obscure place out west" has evil
IDENTIFY left its impress upon the general
bearing of Mr.. Richard Livermora
Presently the door of the sitting-room
opened and servant-Clara Townleys
private maid, as it happened-entered
the room.
"Mr John Townley has been unwell
for several days, sir, and as he has lately
fallen into a doze, his daughter, Miss
Clara, does not consider it advisable to
awake him. But Miss Clara will be very
happy to see Mr.. Livermore herself pro-
vided he wishes it."
"Of course-of course-by all means
certainly" stammered Livermore, to
whom the immediate prospect of behold
ing his fonce was thoroughly overwhelm-
ing. {" shall be most happy to see Miss
Clara Townley. Be good enough, won't
you to tell her so ?"
He was gratifed not long afterward, by
the appearance Of tall young lady (who
struck him, the more he looked upon her,
as very unnaturally and disagreeably
tall young LADY, attired in rather short,
ill-ftting dress, and wearing upon coun-
tenance full of " breakdown comeliness,
red and white" about the most thorough
from ear-to-ear sort of a smile that Mr..
Richard Livermore ever remembered hav-
ing seen.
How dye do ?" said the gigantic vir-
gin, accompanying her salutation with a
rather vacant, sounding laugh. Hope
you re we'll You're Mr.. Livermore, of
course? Well, Livermore, l don't like
your looks a bit. How do you like
mine !"
"I-I-think there must be some mis-
take" murmured Livermore in amaze
ment. "I-I-understand that Miss
Clara Townley was to"
"Well, I am Miss Clara Townley.
Impossiblev' p
"You're complimentary, Pm sure.-
But perhaps you mean that disappoint
you agreeably, Mr.. Livcrmore. hope l
don't | dare say you're good enough
kind of fellow, but then you're not the
fellow for me. Saw that the instant |
clapped my eyes on you, Livermore, if
you'll pardon such vulgar expression
Pm the sort Of girl that likes pluoky
sportingmen with lots of go in them,
and general air of being up to snuff
Now, you're not that sort of a chap, Liv-
ermore, as told at glance"
o." exclaimed poor Livermore, who
had grown pale by this time, and with
something which was not embarrassment
-" no, Miss Clara, l decidedly am not
the type of manhood which you seem to
admire. Is-is-your father in? II
mean can | see him for few moments ?'
"Our girl told you he was asleep, did
she not ?" was the young lady's indiffer-
ent answer, searching for something, as
she spoke, in the pocket of her dress
Besides, Livermore, as you've come to
stay several days, and have brought your
portmanteau- there, for that purpose
any time will do, suppose, at which to
hold confab with pa"
Mr. Livermore seemed to be regaining
his selfpossession. "Since | cannot see
your father, Miss Townley," he said stiff;
ening visibly in manner, "itis better that
shouiu aC ohce Jake my departure.
"And why so, Liv?"
Liz " Could Richard Livermore be.
lieve his own ears? Was this vixenish
hoydenish, over-grown female the Clara
Townley whom he had worshiped in his
dreams as his future wife? Had hel
father been mad, to write as he had con
cerning her? He would rather die-the
man was already telling himself-than be-
come the husband of so hideously ogreisf
creature"
81 have no reason to give for leaving
so abruptly" he now said in sharp, colo
tones.
Miss Townley made some odd sound be
tween giggle and chuckle. "You dc
not like me; confess you don't" she crieC
and taking the unsuspecting Livermor,
thoroughly by surprise, she performed thu
action popularity known as ga poke in tn,
ribs"
Miss Townley," gasped the unlucky
gentleman, maltreated, edo you intent
insulting me?"
"Pshaw not bit of it. Only in fun
Have cigar, won't yon 7"