The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-08-09

Jne SUyle Ill Wnlcn her mother and herself
are living, and from the fact of her being
an only daughter, that she will receive a
handsome portion on her marriage. If you
take this into consideration, you may be
disposed to look upon my security as at
least sufficient to cover the loan l seek"
Mr.. Sharing was silent for a minute
"That is how the wind blows, is it - he
thought. $50 you fancied you had got
hold of fortune, my fine fellow and Mrs.
Mueller on her part, was of very much
the same opinion respecting you. Why
the girl won't have penny AS if the
style in which woman lives, who has a
daughter to marry could be the least critic
rion of her means You know very little
of the world, Mr.. Frank" But he remark
ed aloud 81 have certainly heard of your
happiness in that respect, but you will bear
in mind you. are not yet married to
Miss Mueller. There's many slip, you
know And in addition to this, have every
reason to believe that whatever may be the
extent of Miss Muciller's fortune, it would
w PieNSu IVY Olii iSl lluoDdllil . COuJiOl.
"That's about the neatest way can put it
without injurng the young lady," he
thought. "For that matter, her fortune is
beyond any body's control p And he
smiled and tapped the table again.
"Well sir?" said Mr.. Frank.
"Well, sir ?''
"Then | am to understand that you re-
fuse to entertain the question ?'
ENTIRELY. don't discount impossible
ties, but only extreme probabilities. 1t is
not in my line"
81 need not remind you, at any rate, that
the subject of our conversation is private"
said Mr.. Frank.
"And confidential. Certainly. May l.
offer you another cigar? Mop Well, if
you must be going, good morning, sr.'
"Private and confdential-stuff and
nonsense" Mr.. Sharing observed to him
self, as soon as he was alone. "That is all
very fine, young gentleman-but it is right
Mrs. Mueller should get just hint that
her catch is a very little fish that had bet
ter be thrown into the river again. l will
tell Mrs. Sharing, and trust her to make
use of the information"
Mr.. Frank went back to Brai.hfeld, and
found Noddy sitting in the window trying
hard to perfect herself in the mysteries of
the accordance Of French participss passes.
She was huddled up with her book in her
lap, her elbows on her knees, and her head
in her hands.
"Noddyw
what not gone to London? Have you
missed the train, Mr.. Geogagan?"
"No-neither I was not going. Put on
your bonnet, and come out for walk"
She hesitated.
"Come, put away your books. The walk
will do you good, and Julia will not be
jealous"
Still she hesitated; she thought of Mrs.
Mueller.
"Come, Noddy; Pm in difficulty and
some trouble, and l think you can help me.
So put away those books"
Noddy hesitated no longer. In two min
utes she was ready, and came down with
calm, wise expression on her little face,
ready to help.
They set out, and walked for nearly half
an hour without word. Noddy remem-
bered that she was wanted for help or ad-
vice of some kind, and so was quiet wait
ing to hear. Through pleasant cornfelds,
glistening like seas Of restless gold, while
the warm summer breath passed over the
ripe ears, and bowed them in long, fleeting
waves, whereon the cloud shadows foated
wide, swelling waves that calmly rolled
the sunshine along the cool reedy music, as
the breeze played on the heavy grain-and
burning poppies were upheaved or borne
under by the chasing waves. By hedges,
bright with summer flowers, and cool with
ferns and creeping green. Along paths
patterned over with the moving shadows Of
oak, and elm, and willow.