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

to render. The evening seemed very short;
and when he rose to depart she gave him
a cordial invitation to visit her again.
This invitation he remembered, and in u
few days presented himsclfat the house OF
the fascinating young widow. After this
he was often with Ida, who seemed from
the first to be strangely drawn towards her
new friend. She could not account for the
interest she felt daily growing upon her,
unless it were caused by slight resem-
blance she saw in his clear blue eyes to her
lost Harry. There the resemblance ceased
he being stouter man than her husband,
sporting a splendid long and thick beard,
while ilarry's cheeks and lips were always
free and well-shaved
Weeks sped onward Mr. Noel almost
daily finding his way to Ida's house, where
he cheered the loneliness of all-even Mrs.
Linden and Lily becoming deeply attached
to the pleasing, intelligent, and highly-cul-
tivated man.
Why linger thus in disclosing fact
which had become so evident to all? Mr..
Noel was certainly very particular in his
attentions to Ida, and she was certainly
fast Transforming her affections to his keep.
ing. Mrs Linden was not, then, very
much surprised when Ida announced to her
that she had accepted his offered hand, and
would soon for third time become happy
wife.
Mr.. Noel proved to be very inpatient
lover. Passionately fond of the beautiful
woman whose affection he had surely won,
he would listen to no delay; and just one
year after the death of Tremaine, a select
company was gathered to witness her third
bridal. The ceremony was performed by
the Rev. Mr.. Shepherd, the same pastor
who twice before had united her in the ho-
ly bonds of matrimony, and now revealed
to her the name of her new husband.
Harry, Harry y interrupted the tremb-,
ling bride, as she clung pale and excitedly
to the form that supported her; while tho
cry, Harry, my son my son ~ was ech-
oed on the other side by an older woman,
around the speakers neck.
eyes, dear ones, yes am Harry Le-
Grange" exclaimed the young man, press
ing them both fondly to his BOSOM "Oh,
mother, it has been cruel separation, but
my whole future life shall make amends
for the past"
Then came Harry's story. He had been
rescued from the flames by fireman, but
not until he had nearly perished; and it was
almost two years before he came sufficient
ly restored to his own mind to remember
who and what he was. He had then called
on his mother, under the assumed name Of
transpired
"My dear wife," said this happy hus-
band, after the dispersion of their guests,
"do you remember conversation we had
on the occasion of Louise Wilmarth's we'd
ding; how you solennly affirmed that were
l to he taken from you, you would never
marry again-no, never?"
Forgive me, Harry | little understood
then the dreary horror of having no one to
love-"
Yet you then thought you could not
live without me, even though man with a
killing pair of whiskers presented himself.
How is this? The third man you selected
had even these abominable appendages p
| "But saw in him a resemblance to my
Harry; that must be my excuse"
, "My own wife, may you never again be
) so cruelty tried ~ murmured LeGrange, as
; he pressed her still close to his heart.
, "Thank Heaven, you are restored to me,
never, except by death, to be parted