The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-01-16
HOW SHE GOT HER FURS.


likewise nothing new. So he retired be-
hind the newspaper, and devoured his eggs
and toasts without vouchsafing any reply
to the remarks of the fresh looking little
lady opposite, to wit Mrs. Edge. But she
was gathering together her forces for the
final onslaught, and when at length Mr..
Edge had got down to the last paragraph
it came.
"Dear, didn't you say you were going to
have hundred dollars for my new furs,
to-day 9''
"What furs?" (rather shortly was this
.spolSen.) "Oh, pshaw What is the use of
being so extravagant? have no money to
lay out in useless follies. The old ones are
good enough for any sensible woman to
wear"
Mrs. Edge, good, meek little soul that
she was, relapsed into obedient silence.
She only sighed soft inward sigh, and
presently began a new attack.
"Hcnry, will you go with me to aunt's,
to-nightP"
"Can't you go alone?"
hlOu6, uOW WOulu IL lOOh lIb II y
temper-for she had one, though it did not
often parade itself--was aroused. "You
are so neglectful of those little attentions
you used to pay me once you never walk
with me, nor pick up my handkerchief nor
notice my dress as you once did,"
"Well, fellow can't be forever waiting
on women, can he?' growled Mr.. Edge.
"You could be polite enough to Mrs.
Waters last night, when you never thought
to ask whether wanted anything, though
you know perfectly well that / had head
ache-I don't believe you care as much for
me as you used to-" And Mrs. Edge look
ed extremely pretty with the tears in her
blue eyes and a quiver on the round, rosy
lips.
"Pshaw," said the husband peevishly
"Now don't be silly, Maria"
"And in the stage yesterday you never
asked me if was warm enough, or put my
shawl around me while Mr.. Brown was so
affectionate to his wife. 1t was mortifying
enough, Henry indeed it was"
"I didn't know women were such FOOLS, )"
said Mr.. Edge, as he drew on his overcoat,
to escape the tempest which was fast ap-
preaching. " Am | the sort of man to
make ninny of myself doing the polite to
any sort of female creature? Did you
ever know me to be conscious whether a
woman had on a shawl or swallow-tailed
coat?"
Maria eclipsed the blue eyes behind a
little pocket handkerchief, and Henry, the
savage, banged the door loud enough to
give Betty in the kitchen start.
"Raining again / do believe we are
going to have second edition of adeluge,"
said Mr.. Edge to himself, that evening, as
he ensconced six feet of iniquity into the
southwest corner of the car at city hall.
Go ahead, conductor, can't you see we
are full, and it is dark already?"
In one minute, SIR" said the conduc-
tor, as he helped little woman, with
little, if you please"
Mr.. Edge was exceedingly comfortable
and did not want TO move, but the light of
lamp falling on the pearly forehead and
shining golden hair of the conner. he altered
his mind and moved rr
"What lovely eyes" quoth he, mentally
as he bestowed single acknowledging
smile. :" Real violet, the very color l must
admire BLESS me what business have
old men to be thinking about eyes. There,
oba ha q draxyn n confoundad ,,a;I o,,o- I,a,
faoe, and the light is as dim as a talow dip |;
but those were pretty eyes ~ ..4a
The fair possessor of those blue eyes shiv-
cred slightly and drew her mantilla close
around her shoulders.
"Are you cool, Miss Pray honor me by
wearing my shawl, do not need it my
self"
She did not reiuse-she murmured some
faint apology for troubling him, but it was
not refusal.
NO trouble--not bit" said he, with
alacrity, arranging it on hertapeiing shoul-
ders, and then as the young lady handed
her fare to the conductor, he said to him
self, "what a slender little hand IL there
is anything admire in woman it is q
pretty hand, Wonder what kind of a
mouth she has got it must be a delightful
one if it corresponds with the hair and eyes.
plague take the veil"
But plague whoever that mystical pow
er may be, did not take the possession of
that veil, so Mr. Els curiosity about tho
blue-eyed damsel remained unsatsfed