The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-07-19
ADVENTURES OF A DAY
OR
How 1 Found my Wife.

amid volley Of oaths, that might have
shocked his Santanic majesty.
cob! good morning" replied the man.
excuse me, Mr.. Morris. l was talking
rather too strong perhaps; but the fact
is, | am in a desperate strait ! You see,
Mr. Elmore's horses are both sick, ana
he has sent for me to let him have my
best span and coach Immediately. Well,
the dapples are the best, and to my eye
better than his own; but there's not
man belonging to the stable dare drive
them but Cary, and he is down with the
fever. The other horses are all out, or
engaged, and don't know what the"
There there !" said [ emo oaths.
/ have nothing on hand, and really be-
lieve should like to play hackman for Il
day in New York"
Surely, Mr.. Morris, you are joking" ?"
calculated the man in amazement.
"No! l am in earnest" for the idea
was novel that l. lover Of adventure,
became more determined every moment
to try it. am really in earnest, Mr..
McGee, so say no more about it, You
know L can manage anything. just
have them hitched up, and give me the
livery coat and hat. Now leave me to
the office for a moment-but stop don't
let the men know WHO | am, and by the
way-I almost forgot it--have our team
sent around in about an hour"
Left alone, proceeded to alter my ap-
pearance as much as possible, assuming
the habiliments Of driver. / made Il
first rate Irishman Of the higher grade
The metamorphosc was scarcely compile
ted when Mr. McGce entered
Mr.. Nor"
Michael, ye mane," I interrupted
Sure there is no reason that | should
be cheated out of name" We both
laughed, and L received congratulations
upon making so good a son OF Erin.
Stepping out Of the office, [ mounted
the box, gathered up the reins, and was
off. The horses were unusually gay, but
] had them in groom trim by the time |
stopped before Elmores residence. 1t
may be well to state, Grace Elmore was
not the least inducement for my assum-
ing my present position. All winter she
had been dream idol of mine, or rather
half one, for | could not really decide
which | preferred, Grace OF Maud de
Morris, a young French lady, who was
spending the winter in New York with
her parents Both were bcwitching and
embraced every opportunity Of being
with either.
Springing from the box, | rang the
bell, and presently assisted Miss EImore
and two friends into the carriage
The day was warm for March, and the
four windows were open-Grace sitting
on the seat nearest me.
= Round the pleasant streets, driver
Anywhere for ride" she said
We started, and for quarter of an
hour the ladies chit-chat was no account
to me; then suddenly Miss Fannie ex-
claimed:
BY the way Grace, rumor says You
are engaged to George Morris, and the
solitaire on your torefnger appears to
confirm it,"
"Rumor honors me" was the reply.
Now, Grace" chimed in the third
lady, " stop your nonsense, and tell US
candidly, are you engaged 7?
"Well, am arraigned before a court
for some terrible crime, and commanded
TO answer guilty or not guiIty-is that
p was the half laughing, half-annoyed
response.
No." returned the third lady, "not
at all only urged to crafty friendly GU
riosity"
Well the truth is, I am not at liber-
ty to say all wish but this much will
acknowledge-the ring you mention did
once belong to George Morris" ="
Was there ever such an abominable
falsehood told, every word Of which is
true | thought angrily, as heard the
comments upon my money, person, pa
rents, &c That girl has led them to
suppose that we are engaged, and there
is ring to prove it--a ring she took
from me for sport few evenings since
and which | intended to recover upon
our next meeting. Well there was ono
thing certain-Grace Elmore would nev,
er be nv wife; | could not trust such {