The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-05-21

thing was call right" He said "all right"
with such an insinuating, deferential smile
that / could not comprehend what the fell
low meant.
When reached my bed room, in push
ing the door to accidentally blew out the
light, and found myself in the dark--so in
tensely dark that l could not see a step
before me. However, l concluded to un-
dress in the dark, so / sat down upon the
bed, and began to divest myself of my
clothing.
In moving my hand carelessly over the bed
it suddenly came in contact with solid
body, which felt most singularly like hu-
man being. In the next moment my hand
was grasped by two smooth, soft hands,
and then / felt the tips of my fingers press
ed the delicate, rapturous lips.
What did it all mean? Could it be ghost
in my bed or a burglar? Or was it a young
lady? When l thought of the latter pos
sibility, my limbs trembled in terror and
was about to light the lamp again. Before
! could do so, however, sweet voice spoke
to me.
Brown" said the voice, "why don't
you come to bed? ? Here have been wait
ing for you for the last half hour"
understood what was the matter now,
and determined to have some fun.
"Go to sleep my dear, and don't bother
me, - said 1; 81 will come to bed when
am ready"
In a moment there came piercing
scream from the bed, loud enough to have
raised the shingles from the roof. 1t had
the effect of bringing the landlord into my
room with all his boardcrs trooping at his
heels.
What was my dismay, when light was
brought, to discover beautiful lady sitting
bolt upright in bed, and attlred in snowy
white garment.
"What do you mean sir by entering my
bed chamber ?" asked the lady in severe
tone of voice.
eyes, and would like to know what
you mean, sir ?'' said stout gentleman of
my own age, who came tearing into the
room at that moment, like wild hyena,
fourishing thick cane in one hand, while
in the otherh he carried a carpet bag. "Who
the devil are you, sir?" asked this gen.
tleman, stalking up to me, and staring me
in the face.
81 am Mr.. Brown, sir, said assuming
most dignifed expression of countenance.
"And am Mr.. Brown" said the other,
scowlinG at me fearfully.
"That's a coincidence" said 1.
"What were you doing in my wife's
room ?" asked the man. "That's another
coincidence, heyP'
"You are mistaken, sir" said l. "Your
wife got, into my room. / engaged this
room early in the afternoon, as can prove
by the landlord"
AT this moment the young lady who had
claimed me as her father in the afternoon,
approached the lady in the bed, and in
quired
"Tell me mamma, which of these gentle
men is my papa?"
"Why, the good-looking one of course"
said the lady, "the gentleman with the
side whiskers."
She meant the other fellow.
"Oh, how have been deceived p cried
the young lady, her face sutfused with
| bushes.
eyes, and have been deceived" said
the landlord, 81 for | took this Mr.. Brown
to be the other Mr.. Brown, and | let him
have the best room, which intended for
the wealthy Mr.. Brown and his wife,
The horizon began to clear little, and l
saw the light. But / determined to get to
the bottom of this mystery, so | button
holed the landlord, and drew him into
corner, where put ga few leading ques-
tions, as the lawyers say.
| learned that the other Mr.. Brown was
a wealthy individual, who had been travel
ing in Europe for several years, and had
not seen his family for long time. Dur
ing his absence his wife died, and he took
another partner to his bosom, and wrote
home to his family that he would return
Immediately, and bring his bride with him.
His arrival was anxiously looked for and
his children residing at the hotel where
was putting up, that establishment was in
arms for the event. I
Brown had left his children when they
were so small that they could not remem-
Der him, and what was more strange, he
he never sent them a picture of himself-so
the only way they could identify him was
by his name. What more natural than for
them to suppose me their father, on my