The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-06-13

and moderation, and could express her
delight in the beautiful flowers, without
the use of extravagant terms. My antici-
pations with regard to her were more than
fulfilled, and left her that night, resolv-
ed to avail myself speedily of a friendly
invitation to call at her home when again
in New York
This resolution soon carried into cf-
feet, met with a kindly reception from
Mr.. and Mrs. Lindon, an exceedingly cor
dial one from Miss Lndon, while Clare's
manner was so shy and constrained that
| was at loss to account for it. How |
longed to inquire after Joe but l saw
nothing of him and took my leave after,
upon the whole, a satisfactory call, re-
ceiving a pressing invitation to repeat the
same
Several days later received a note Of
invitation from Estelle Lindon, to make
one of small party Of friends, entertain
ed by herself and sister the following
evening.
The prospect of meeting Clare again so
soon, and in mixed company, where all
our words aud movements would not be
observed, caused me extreme qualification.
Upon presenting myself at the time
appointed, found the small party of
friends" numbered hundred at least
Save me from Friends if this be
few" | mentally calculated, as | look
ed about me.
Glare received me with evident pleas
ure, naturally expressed for none were
watching her. She was again in white,
without handouts of either pearl or gold
upon her round arms; single white
moss-bud, with half opened rose, was in
her hair, and she looked more beautiful
than ever.
did my best throughout the evening
to awaken in her some such interest as
she had aroused in me. She was evi-
IDENTIFY pleased with my attentions, and,
too ingenious to conceal the fact permit
ted me to read as much in her happy eyes
and in the tones of her voice.
We were enjoying one of many pleas
ant tcte-a-tetes, when suddenly, in hoped
small dog, who rushed to my compan-
ion, manifesting the most extravagant
delight.
"Why Joe !" she exclaimed, "who
set you free?" But he waited not to ex-
plain sprnging away from her to me,
and clasping both paws about my leg, he
gave quick, glad bark.
l do believe he thinks he knows you,"
said Glare, wondoringly yet evidently
pleased : " he is always shy of strangers
Joe, how you do behavew she added as
he frisked from one to the other.
Dogs know their friends" | said,
caressing the little creature.
And you are one of them ?" she pur-
sued, smiling yet earnest, while her
cheeks glowed with pleasure.
A servant now entered in search of the
little truant, and he was borne amids
howls and struggles from the room. BY
adroit questioning | managed to elicit
from Clare his story, desirous to hear her
speak of the coachman, which she did in
the same terms as upon the boat, conclu-
ding with the more think of him, the
more he seems mystery. l feel certain
| should know him could | only meet him
again, as do much desire"
elbow came you to name the dog Joe?"
" 1t was the only name to which he
would answer. called him by many
others, most of them fancy names and it
was only by accident that | discovered
he would respond to the name of Joe"
Here our conversation was finally in
terrupted, and we talked together no more
that evening.
" Come often, Norris" was her fathers
parting injunction.
" Come often p / repeated, as let my
self in at Waverly Place. You little
think how often | will come, nor who it
is | am coming after" construed the
invitation in the most liberal sense, and
soon ceased to inquire for other than
Miss Clare.
1t was impossible, however, to secure
her sufficiently to myself, where SO many
were coming and going. | accordingly
invited her, one pleasant morning, to |
take drive. She was ready more quickly,
1T seems to me, than ever was lady before,
and entered the room, in the act of putting
on her dainty little hat, and with Grim
son shawl thrown about her shoulders.
Joe was entertaining me with demonstra-
tions of delight, that, from his mistress,
would have raised me to the seventh
heaven.
The morning was fine, Central Park
never looked pleasanter the birds sang
their best in the topmost branches, flowers
of every hue were contending for rival
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