The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-10-24

ters well enough, but if there's any thing
in our box, Wen have to devise some plan
of getting it. Mr.. Gaines would not en-
trust our mail to either of us unless we re-
vealed our personality. Now wait here,
please I'll be back in five minutes"
Accommodating through the window, she
had seen that her lover was within. Harry |
obediently seated himself upon bench in
front of the store, and waited. Miss Rose
walked back with step less springing than
usual-the stiff boots were getting tire
some.
At the foot of the stairs she paused
slightly. Two or three moved to give her
room to pass, gray-haired men these, the |
fathers of the town, instinctively polite to
all women, as is the won't of gentlemen of
the old school. Leigh Crawford, standing
directly across her path, looked supercili- |
ously down at the sunbonnet without stir
ring, little dreaming whose dark eyes were
flashing beneath. She made little i'm
perious gesture with one hand, a character
istic movement of Miss Amesbury she was
olbObblhS uiNSuihCs buO lCNGditu uCI
coarse thick glove by the motion.
"Move, Crawford this person wants to
pass, y whispered young man at his side,
the words perfectly audible.
"Too much trouble" drawled Crawford,
lazily, tracing design with his cane on
his polished French boot. "The person
may as well go round.'
Miss Amesbury acted on his suggestion
she walked Ground" the obstacle and into
the office. With all her liking for Craw-
ford, and his fascinating ways, she had al
ways distrusted his laugh she heard tnow
with thrill of Indignation, knowing it had
followed some wtticism at her expense
She dropped her letters into the box
seventy-one was empty. She retraced her
steps to find Mr.. Crawford still blocking
the way she crept around him as before,
but the narrowness of her foothold made it
insecure. One of the clumsy boots caught
in splinter, she never knew just how it
was she made a tremendous muscular Of
fort helping touch would have saved her,
but it was not forthcoming. She fell from
top to bottom, not far, but the fright and
modification made her powerless for an
instant so, though unhurt she lay quite
still. There was tardy effort to assist her
of that she did not know. She only
heard Crawford's mocking laugh; his sug-
gestion to poor half-crazed fellow who
stood by, that there was an opportunity
to show his gallantry. Another peal of
laughter, in which several joined. Rose
felt herself lifted to her feet, with sudden
disgust, by crazy Tom she supposed-her
special aversion-but she knew the voice
presently. 1t was Charlie Weir's Though
in his store when she looked in few min
utes before he had betaken himself to the
Office just in time to witness her fall. He
nearly carried her for few yards, then
she was able to walk, still supported by
his arm.
"'Do you think you are hurt? Go into my
store and will yiye you cordial"
She assured him, family enough, that
she was not hurt She had noIneed to fear
recognition from her voice, it sounded
strange even to herself. h,. -
Harry rose as she approached him with
a murmur of thanks to Mr.. Weir she took
his arm and walked away.
What next, Rose?"
" Nothing, Harry. I'm through, Take
me home-Im tired to DEATH ....
An old-looking pair" was Charlie
Weir's comment as they disappeared round