The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-05-17


once made lover-like demonstration,
which she checked in a most dignifed
manner.
Remember" said she, your fathers
housekeeper must take special care to
keep your fathers son at distance
You must never by word or look, after l
gain foothold in your fathers house,
allow it to be known except to Mrs. Will
son, that we have ever met. Now get
yourself ready to catch the next train
Confess everything to Mrs. Wilson trust
the result to me, and goodbye"
One kiss, and the lovers parted.
A week later, the breakfast-bell rang
in the fine, old-fashioned family mansion
of Mr.. Osgood, and in a few minutes
that gentleman--a solid, portly, good-hu-
mored- looking old gentleman-entered
the breakfast-parlor in his dressing-gown
and slippers. Charles was there in his
usual place, the fire was burning brightly,
the table neatly arranged, and the cloth
snowy-white. Everything looked snug
and comfortable, but an expression of
astonishment and dismay overspread his
countenance as he saw behind the coffee
urn, the sweet, demure face of Marian
Stevens. Her luxuriant curls were care
fully put away, and her laughing eyes,
partly veiled by their long lashes, but her
loveliness seemed rather increased than
lessoned by her strictly proper housekcep-
er's attire.
Mr.. Osgood stared, took off his specta-
cles, wiped them, put them on, stared
again and finally burst out with =
"Who the devil are you?"
IF you please, sir, l am Mrs Wilson's
new assistant, Marian Stevens. She is
confined to her bed with rheumatism this
morning, and she was 80 anxious that
your coffee should be all right, and your
mullins done to turn, that ventured-
that ISL"
But, Miss, you are great sight
too young and great sight too good.
looking, Miss. When I consented to al
low another woman within my doors,
did not agree to take pretty-faced, dain
ty-fgured school girl to assist Mrs. Will
son. What the dickens was the woman
thinking OPP
But, sir"
But me no butts, Miss. I'll go ant
see her myself I'll not allow younE
woman in the house for a single day-no
an hour, Miss"
Fright, father; have nothing in th'
house under sixty, and get Mrs. Wilson
out of bed so that we can have break
, fast" shouted Charles, las his father stamp
ed out of the room in rage, to blow VI
the elderly housekeeper, who was tucke'
, snugly beneath pile of coverlids, laugh
ing inwardly, but outwardly groaning
with fictitious rheumatism.
[ In few minutes Mr. Osgood returned
5 looking more annoyed than ever.
= "What am | to do Charles 2" he aske
r of his son. who sat quietly at his break
fast buttering roll "To keep Miss
, Miss-whateve her name is, in thi
a house is wholly out of the question:
Y | would not my son, for worlds, eH
! pose you to the temptation of being i
! constant association with young an
0 beautiful girl" This Mr.. Osgood said i
a low tone of voice, but Marian had quic
=, ears, and she heard enough to guess tn
rest.
|, Really, sir" she began, with on
e corner of coquettish little white apro
/, wiping imaginary tears from her eye
S your advertisement said nothing abou
n age, and Mrs Wilson seemed to like n
It because she knew my mother, and / hay
o not got any other home, and liked tn
place so much and was just beginning
" feel happy, and now, to have to go out q
S alone into the world when [ was going
d try so hard to please you and to do n
duty sir. Oh-bo-oh-oh !" And 81
If burst into such capital imitation of
ie genuine sob, that Mr.. Osgood began
# think himself a hard-hearted brute.
y "My dear father" said Charles, wit
g almost supernatural gravity" I agr
or with you perfectly that the harmony
our domestic life is not to be broken I
by the introduction of young girl in
lc our family, but your teachings, sir, ha
rt impressed me to such degree that | fe
t. no danger for myself, and think the You