The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-05-16

Is u restless, sell-willed child'-No nurse or
servant of any kind can get any control
over her"
"Indeed? / should never have thought
so" Mrs. Dunraven replied" She seems
to me very docile and loving little crea-
turc. 1t was such pleasure to me to have
your little daughter with us during the
voyagev'
"Thank you. l am much obliged
Desiree is not my daughter ;she is the child
of my brother. He is dead.-Desiree is an
orphan"
Mrs. Dunrayen sighed, and looked at her
little boy.
"She calls me mamma" the other lady
continued d" but she has neither father
nor mother. take care of her so far as l
can; am her guardian.-Desiree will be
well cared for, and she will make many
friends if she lives for she will be an heir
ess."
There was something cold and disagreea-
BILE in her tone--a certain grating cynicism,
implied in her manner more than in the
words. Mrs. Dunraven felt inclined to
shrink from her
"She looks fine, healthy little girl"
she said in order to say something.
"Healthy ! Oh no the other replied,
coldly "far from healthy should say
she had the seeds of consumption in her.
Her father and mother both died very
young.
The little boy and girl were playing ON
the deck at some distance while the elders
were thus talking. Mrs. Dunraven looked
with wonder and greatly increasing dislike
at the woman who thus so coldly cast the
horoscope Of this loving and lovely child,
and sought to find for her the house of
death.
Poor Desiree came in for misfortune that
day. She and little Eustace were missing
for a long time. Two hours and more
passed away without their making their ap-
pearance. At last they came running up
immense triumph and excitement, to
where the elder ladies were sitting.
"Look here, mamma - the boy exclaim-
ed half out of breath, "See what we have
been doing Desree is to be my wife, you
know, when we grow.big and so that we
may be sure to know each other again,
have done my name-the letters of ton
her arm, and hers on mine. Tom, the
stewards boy, got us the gun powder, and
it didn't hurt bit--at least not much, you
know. / liked it, and Desree stood it
like brick See there it is Il. d. on
her arm, for Eustace Dunraven, because
she belongs to me and D. on my arm for
Desiree--only d. because Desiree doesn't
quite remember her other name, and /
don't know it. But 3D. will do well
enough won't it mammal"
And the boy pulled up first Desiree's
sleeve, and then his own, and showed the
work of his hand in triumph. He actually
had tattooed the identifying mark in his
rude little letters on their arms. He had
seen and been immensely delighted with
the tattooing performances of the sailors,
and he thought the finest thing in the world
was to employ the process as love mark
for Desiree and himself.
"Desiree's "mamma" positively famed
with fierce, sudden and unintelligible an
ger. She loaded the poor little girl with
harsh and bitter words, and struck her two
or three sharp blows on the face. Little
Eustace's eyes burned with anger and his
fat round fist clenched. Desiree never
cried, nor even WINGED. The punishment
over, her guardian rose from the seat with
out word TO Mrs. Dunraven, and despite
her invalid condition, hurried down stairs.
The parting of little Desiree from Eus-
taco was dismal piece of business
poor children clasped each other and cried.
Mrs. Dunraven found her own eyes wet as
she looked at them. She made an effort to
obtain the address Of the little girls so.
called "mamma y and when the "mam.
ma" herself appeared on deck for the last
time, the steamer being actually in the
dock, Mrs Dunraven went over to her,
made an effort to be warm and friendly, ex
pressed hope that they should meet
again, and rendered her card. The Other
lady was cold and constrained. She said
"We are going South we seldom come
North the climate does not suit me or my
husband and children--nor Desiree." But
she gave card which bore the name Of
"Mrs. Angelo Ryland, New Orleans"
: A hurry ashore, rush for luggage, 9
J carriage, a final dash Of Dosirees sad eyes
} and the parting was over.
Mrs. Dunraven and her boy went t.
Canada She was 10 keep house for hel