The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-06-13
Gle Gtn1es, Mem Bloomhelo, 1Da,

loudly when l sealed the ceremony with
a kiss. Finding his romonstrances of no
effect, he apparently considered the mat
ter gravely for awhile, then concluded to
adopt me and promote me to the most
intimate relations, like wise Scotch ter
rier as he was | seldom appeared after
that, without candies and sweets in my
pocket for Joe, which he soon learned to
root out for himself Glare had taught
him other amusing tricks, to take her
handkerchief upon one paw and wipe his
nose, and to ring the tea-bell, his great
delight, probably because the sound was
associated with his own good supper
Every evening he spent upon the sofa
with us, and if prolonged my visit be-
yond the conventional hour, gave me in
Vulnerable hints to take my departure !;
yawning, sighing, and looking reproach-
fully at me in that ! should deprive a
poor dog of his natural rest So far as
possible, l made amends for my selfshness
by presenting him silver collar.
l frequently noticed Clare's eyes fixed
upon me with a curious expression, ac-
counted for one evening by her exclaim-
ing
Do you know, Philip, you so often
remind me Of that coachman, especially
when you are talking y
"Thank you" l said, assuming annoy
ance.
She laughed.
" 1t is no disparagoment, dear; he had
just such eyes as yours, aud the hand
soonest beard / ever saw"
Ct" really belive, Glare, that should
that coachman turn out a disguised
prince, you would prefer him to me. /
am jealous of him, as it is"
You were jealous once, of joe" she
said, mcrrily, " but you do resemble the
coachman in,not only appearance, but also
in disposition. 1t was your gentle, kind
way of treating Joe, and of speaking of
animals generally, that first attracted
me, Philip"
| answered by kiss, which, being out
of order, Joe was propitiated only by sun
dry pattings
1t was within three weeks of Christmas
at which time we were to be married.
Glare was spending the day with my sis
ter. After supper | made some slight
excuse and left the room. | had previ-
ously made all necessary arrangements,
and, once in my room, proceeded to re-
produce the gentlemanly coachman First
not without disgust, | fastened on false
beard the longest and darkest I could
procure. then donned the old overcoat
which had been banished to the attic
for many months hat, pants, boots and
gloves, like those | had worn on my
memorable trip down Broadway, compile
ted my costume, and Strengthening my
face with no little effort, | descended and
knocked at the parlor door. My sister
was in the secret and opened to me grave
ly.
"The maid bid me come up" 1 apollo
gized. | want to inquire about little
lame terrier, and was told should find
Miss Lindon here"
This is Miss Lindon," said Lizzie,
with praiseworthy selfpossession. d" Be
seated" she added, condescendingly.
| advanced and stood facing Clare
She became like one transformed to stone,
and to describe the expression of her
face is utterly beyond my limited capaci-
ty. Could some genius have transferred
the scene to canvas, not another stroke of
his brush would be requisite to win him
Immortality. l neither stirred nor spoke.
Lizzie had vanished.
Suddenly, Glare arose, stepped quick
ly toward me, clasped her arms about my
neck and looked in my face.
You dear old coachman p she cried,
" how glad am to see you again !" Then
her head dropped upon my breast, and |
knew she was trying to keep back the tears
" You see, Clare" | said drawing her
closer, it is the coachman you love, after
all"
" Perhaps you are right" said she,
naively, "but Philip, am so glad it is
you; and the beard"
81 will wear one henceforth, darling,
but it shall be my own"
B6S~ A welLknown Broo klyn politician
noted for his waggery, stopped the con-