The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-07-18

Forgive you? Hate you? Oh Fred,'
she answered, softly. That was enough;
her hand was released, but only that she
might be drawn within Freds caressing
arm, while he took his first kiss from her
sweet lips.
About two hours later, Mrs. Hepburne's
voice was heard calling through the garden,
"Fred Fred where are youP thought
you were determined to go by the twelve
train, and it's past one now. Eth! what
has happened? she added, as the culprit is
sued from the yew walk, with his arm round
his pretty companions waist, and his face
beaming with happiness.
"Something that will keep me here for
another day." he answered something that
has made me the happiest man in the
world" He quite forgot the foolish fellow,
that he had only fifteen hundred year, and
five thousand dollars"
"Now," said Mrs. Hepburne, that same
evening, as they all sat together in the We
randa, upon which the drawing-room win
dows opened, "in five minutes she will be
here.'
"And remember" added the owner of
the little hand which Fred held clasped in
his own, "that if you repent, you are at
liberty"
His answer was in a whisper; but he
presently added aloud "When we see
her coming shall retire until the greetings
are over she does not know am here, you
tell me-"
AS he spoke carriage appeared at the
bend of the avenue, the two ladies went in
doors to meet the new arrival. From
where he sat, Fred saw stepping out of the
broughman tall, large woman, who justi-
fed in every particular his nickname Of
grenadier. Her dress seemed somewhat
scanty, too, for her size, and her bonnet
was perfect wilderness of flowers.
elbow upon earth did my aunt contrive
to have such daughtera" was Ludlow's
comment as he saw, first the slight figure
of his aunt, and then that of his beloved,
swallowed in the embrace of his alarm
ing relative. Presently he heard voices in
| LuO lOOLl DChlhh hiiiij hho SOtOAhB hpt hO
went forward to undergo the ordeal of in
PRODUCTION. He walked rather slowly into
the room, his handsome face little flushed,
and his eyes scanning curiously the figure
before him. "By Jove, spectacles, too"'
he muttered, as he saw the new arrival
looking at him, from head to foot.
"Who is he?" she asked, turning to
Mrs. Hepburne. "You did not tell me
you had company"
"Allow me to introduce myself" said
Fred, coming forward, emboldened by the
sight of the lovely face at the grenadier's
shoulder. 81 am your cousin, Fred Lud-
low.
He held out his hand, and would have
bestowed cousinly salute, had not the la
dy started back in amazement crying
"Your cousin, sir? am not your cous-
in. What do you mean? There is your
cousin, and you can kiss her, If her moth
er has no objection. I am Miss Cherry
Mickletwaite, and am not accustomed to
have liberties taken with me, allow me to
tell you"
Fred retreated quite speechless with sur
prise. Could it be possible? Had he
been under ridiculous delusion all along?
and had he, all unknown to himself, fallen
in love with his cousin, being thereby ena-
bled to fulfil the conditions of his uncle's
will |? But it was FAR more difficult to make
the aggrieved Miss Cherry-who had been
a governess, and was still valued friend Of
Mrs. Observation-Disclosures the drift of
the little comedy, the last scene of which
had Just been played before her, than it
was to make Fred see how he had fallen in
to such an absurd mistake.
"It was all Potterton's fault" lie said
to the real Magdalene ; the follow told me
distinctly that night at the opera that You
were were friend of Mrs. Hepburne's and
that the other creature--yes. l have no
doubt she is very good creature when
you say so, darling-was my cousin"
And now would you care to know what
made me first begin to like you9" said
Magdalene, softly at was your deter
mination not TO marry woman you did
not love, just to enable you to keep our
uncle's property How mother and l did
laugh when she told me all you had said
about me, and then we laid the little trap
into which you fell so nicely"
"If all traps were so nicely finished,
was the beginning Of Fred's answer what
the middle was, history saith not, but he