The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-09-13
MISS TREMORNE'S ELOPEMENT.

~ raJner raw youth OF tW0-and-CWenCy,
just commencing the cultivation of a
promising mustache, found myself sta
toned near Donegal county, Kerry, Ire
land, in the capacity of Lieutenant of
Revenue. My special business was that
of ferreting out illicit distilleries, and
contraband liquor. l generally had my
hands full, these seizures generally tax
ing place amid the lonely hills of Kerry,
where the distilleries were carried on in
secret caves or hidden morasses by a set
of hardy and desperate Irishmen, always
ready to oppose the police, were not un-
attended with danger but there was one
adventure which befell me, of more
peaceable nature than the rest, which at
the time affected me more unpleasantly
than any amount of skirmishing or fight
ing would have done.
1t so happened that, among the anony-
nous " informing" letters that one morn
ing came to hand, was one giving infor-
nation of two casks of spirits smuggled
from the hills on the night previous, by
order of Mr.. Tremorne, agent of Lord
l., who was the great landed propri-
etor of this part of Kerry; and which
casks We're now securely reposing' in
that gentlemans cellar Accompany
ing the note was an order from the super
intendent of revenue, commanding the
immediate seizure of the liquor in ques-
ton.
Now it so happened that was greatly
indebted to Mr.. Tremorne Gan English
gentleman) and his family, for various
kind and fattering attentions received
since my arrival at Donegal Many a
sumptuous dinner had | partaken of at
his board, and often l had been invited to
pleasant dance at his house, when his
pretty niece, Miss Montague, happened
to be staying there-as was now the case
In truth, | had been more impressed by
the bright eyes of Clara Montague, than
[ had courage to show, especially as there
was spice of mischief about her which
made me rather shy of her. had gen.
orally, therefore, sheltered my youthful
bashfulness beneath the wing of Miss
Cassandra Tremorne, sister of my host,
whom l found always extremely kind and
gracious. To her, some ten or twelve
years my senior, felt no timidity in Of
fering those little attentions which to a
younger damsel would have appeared
more pointed-such as escorting her to
church or promenading the piazza in the
moonlight. True, had observed that
she was very sentimental and that of late
she frequently sighed, and pressed my
arm when leaning upon it, and the last
time | had seen her she quoted poetry,
and remarked that life was desolate with
out some one to love. These signs and
tokens of sensibility 1 had in my own
mind referred to some early disappoint-
ment in love, or other sad recollections
of past more youthful days; and l had
not thought it amiss to express my SYM
pathy by gentle pressure in return.
Such was my position in regard to the
Tremorne family; and the reader can
now understand my embarrassment upon
finding this disagreeable business thrust
upon me- How could l go upon such an
errand to the house where I had been so
hospitable entertained? How could
wound, and as it were, insult the feeling
Of the family by accusing its head-him-
self Q magistrate and sworn foe to the
smugglers-violating the laws which it
was his duty to enforce Mrs. Tremorne
in especial, proud, sensitive, and ner-
vous woman would particularly feel the
outrage; besides which, it would almost
be impossible to keep the matter secret
from the public, in which case the repu-
tation of Mr. Tremorne would be ruined,
and might even risk losing his magisteri-
al office.
In this dilemma, I summoned my SER
geant, Floyd, and to him freely explain
ed the affair, knowing he was to be trust
ed.
every unpleasant" was his comment
when he heard me through; and I can
see but one way out of it,"
"But one way! l confess that | can
see none"
Why you might tip him the wink
give him hint that you may have to
visit Che Moor this evening at ten o'clock
He'll know what to do--hey ?"