The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-12-05

ure with which they explored the just
ly-celebrated scenes of Palestine, but will
only add that the balmy air of the Levant
fully restored the rosy glow of health TO the
widows cheek, while her dreamy hazel eyes
once more sparkled with animation and
hope.
When again, however, they found them
selves upon steamer, gliding rapidly over
the waters toward their native shores, Mr..
Tremaine and Mary felt that they were
amply repaid for their care by the new
found peace of mind of their friend.
1t was clear moonlight evening in Sep
tember when, upon lonely portion of the
deck, two young people might have been
seen engaged in earnest conversation.
"Nay, do not draw away your hand, and
look SO pale at my words of love. Surely
you can trust my affection then give some
little hope of return. Speak, Ida, to re.
lieve my suspense, and promise to be
mine"
A long pause followed those pleading
words, then faltering she answered, MY
dear friend, cannot tell what all these
strange emotions mean that are swelling
my heart. ] did not dream that | could
ever think of another, but-but--'
"Nay, do not pause now-or rather, let
me proceed for you. Your lonely, aflec-
tionatc heart needs rest and love and
where could it find more fitting shrine
than with one who loved and priced your
husband? Could Harry look upon us now
from Heaven, would he not, then, love and
bless me forever"
"Oh, Tremaine, how can say No when
my whole heart murmurs Yes?'' was the
low reply.
n
Three months more we will allow to pass
before we again resume our story, and this
time we will recommence it by paying a
visit to IIarry's widowed mother. We find
her dressed in the deepest mourning, about
entering the parlor TO see a gentleman who
had sent up n card bearing the name OF
Henry Noel. She did not recognize the
name as among her acquaintances so with
out delay she descended to meet him.
Excuse me, madam, for intruding upon
your time" said the stranger, advancing
to meet her as she entered but having been
acquainted with your son many years since,
and hearing of the sad accident that befel
him, could't pass through London without
calling to ask the particulars of his DEATH
:" am most happy to meet one deeply
interested in the story so much so that
| his earnest blue eyes scarcely left her face
"Only a wife She, poor, thing, seemed
to sink entirely beneath the blow. Fol
fifteen months we thought she was going
into decline but she recovered, and was
married four weeks ago to Mr.. Tremane
poor Harry's partner. But, sir, you arr
i'll !" exclaimed the good woman, seeing
Ell during her story, and was standing clos
by her side.
Once more, whole year passes before
we enter Mrs. Tremaine's parlor; but W,
start back in surprise at seeing her agail
dressed in black Yes, poor Tremaine i
no more. Only few months after hi
his marriage, slight cold, which he neg
lected, brought on serious illness, whicl
proved fatal, notwithstanding all the assid
nous nursing and delicate attentions Of hi
truly devoted wife.
Poor Ida was again left desolate and sad
the second time mourning the loss of ten
der and loving husband. Hers had indee
been strange and eventful life
Mrs. Tremaine allow me to introduc
you to friend of mine-Mr. Henry Noel.
These words were uttered by Charlie
Wood, cousin of Ida's, as he entered tn
cheerfully lighted parlor one evening abou
nine months after her husbands death, fo
lowed by the same gentleman, who, nearl
twenty months before had called upon Mr.
LeGrange. This person had become az
quainted with Wood through some bushes
transaction, and from him had requeste
an introduction to Harry's widow.
Notwithstanding all afflictiops, she wa
| still very beautiful. The deep black sh
wore only set off to greater perfection he
clear and delicate complexion; the pensive
ness lingering in her full hazel eyes height
, ened her beauty; while her luxuriant brow
hair, from which several natural ringlet
always fell, and her sweet smile, were sti
/ as captivating as ever. She appeared t
perfect advantage this evening, as sh
strove to entertain one who had known an
! had loved her never-forgotten Harry; an
| she could not repress deep interest in him