The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1871-06-06

deeds. That was on the Thursday, and he
did not get back till Saturday night and
as he lived at home, some fifteen miles out
of town, with observant relatives, he could
not get away on the Sunday without ex-
citing awkward curiosity; SO that it was
not till luncheon time on Monday that he
entered Dreary street with a throbbing
heart. The shutters were up at No. TO-
Poor Ned felt for a moment as if his heart
and lungs had struck work. Was she
deadP No, impossible. Her father per-
haps he had disappeared suddenly, and
might have committed suicide. The idea
of disturbing recent sorrow made him
drop the bell handle without ringing, and
look round for likely place for informa-
ton. There was brush shop immediate
ly opposite, and the portly dame who kept
it was standing in the doorway, cycling him
with certain curiosity. She had good
natured look about her, so he crossed the
road, and asked her if she knew what was
the matter.
"Lor ~ exclaimed the woman; "and
who thought you would perhaps tell me (;
sure you were friend or relative, or some
thing, thought, going there most days the
last month or more ~ And she seemed
quite injured.
81 only went as-a customer" said Ned,
"but have got to take a certain interest,
and so seeing the shop shut up"
81 see, l see you look quite pale come
in and sit down. Lor, I've been young
girl myself, and remember hearing how
Jim was took when he first heard had the
measles. No, it's nothing of that sort {;
she went away quite well, as far as I could
see, only crying"
"She has gone away, then ?''
"Bless you, yes didn't say so? A gen.
tleman, not her father, came in a cab at
twenty-five minutes past ten yesterday
morning, or perhaps it might be little bit
nearer the half hour l saw him because
my room looks out on the street, and was
before the glass putting on my bonnet for
church. My husband used to 60 to the
chapel, and I believe, prefers it now, only
I won't put up with nothing so vulgar
What gentle-folks do you see at chapel?
I say to him. Why, look at the carriage
company as goes to church, compared to"
"What aged gentleman?" interrupted
Ned.
"Well, middle-aged, or as he was got
up, youthful, perhaps we might say elder.
ly Well, he got out, and quickly went
into the house, leaving the cab waiting
and as l felt sort of interest in that
Miss Johnstone, poor thing, her father be-
ing such regular bad un, l waited too
and gave up my church for once not but
what hold that it brings luck to"
Exactly agree with you. And how
long did the gentleman stop?"
"Till ~ o'clock, keeping the cab wait
ing ; which would have been much cheaper
to have paid the first of, and taken anoth
er. And then he came out followed by
Miss Johnstone, who had box which thu
cabman took and put on the roof.
That was all the information Ned Whis
ton could get at the time but when he re
visited the spot later in the day, he founC
a weazened man with very sour expires
sion on his face coming out Of No. 10, anC
asked him if he knew what had happened
eyes" replied the man, "the father
drowned, and the daughters hooked il,
l am done out Of my rent-that's wha
has happened"
CHAPTER II.
When Mr. William Johnstone was
young man and a nominal barrister, it wa
considered that he bore some resemblance
in face and figure to the Prince Regent
and, since nature had nodded him afte
the fashion Of the first gentleman in Eu
rope, he considered it his duty to act ac
cordingly; so he dressed himself hideously
attended prize fights and cock-pits, III
trigued, played high, got frequently intox
icated, stuffed his head with a prodigiou
quantity of scented snuff, and initiated hi
royal prototype in every other way tina
his constitution and purse would allow
By the time he was 30, however, both be
gan to give out he SO wisely determines
/ TO retire into the country with rich wife
Dissolute men are very fond of falling bacl
upon this latter plan for retrieving thei
) broken fortunes, but women are not quit
so foolish as satirists make out, and do no
: always fall in with these prudent little al
! rangements. Mr., Johnstone, however, wa
D more fortunate; the royal resemblance tina
; had been his bane, now proved his remedy
= and, coupled with an insinuation that pei