The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-07-09

sister of Walters mother. They were not
too near related for purposes hereinafter to
be named. ..., ,,f.,.,.i
Poor Molly She would have cried her
eyes out on this occasion, had it not been
that Walters solemn phiz set her ideas of
the ridiculous in motion: she made merry
ten minutes as wind up Of their parting
scene.
Three days afterward Walter was in
New York, and just four months and
twenty days farther on in Times Almanac,
he was making out invoices acting as corre
spending clerk to "the firm" in Bombay.
shall not stop to relate how many times
he went to the exhibition of venomous look
ing cobra de capallos and biting Sepoys for
fun, and to show how innocent the beauties
were, and how easy their bite was cured
how often he visited the far famed Ele-
plants cave; how many times he dined
with good Sir Robert Grant, the governor of
Bombay and how he was with him, and
what he said the very morning of the day
the old scourge-the cholera-made the
Excellent Sir Robert his victim-all these
things i shall leave to another time, and a
more appropriate heading. skip over all
of these, and six years of time besides and
land Master Walter at Staten Island,
bring him up to the City in steamboat,
and leave him at respectable hotel, and
let him sleep all night and take good
"short rest" after tedious voyage of
four months and more.
The next morning we awaken him; make
him get up, pay his bill, take hack and
ride down to the New Haven steamboat,
and go on board. 1t was Z o'clock
A. NJ. And at 1 P. NJ. the boat has reach
ed the landing; his trunk and "traps" are
on the Litchfield stage; he has taken seat
inside; his destination is AN intermediate
village. He is alone in the stage; no not
alone-there is an old woman on the front
seat.-The stage is up in the city, and
slowly meandering about New Haven,
picking up passengers who have sent their
names to the stage Office, as is still custom
ary in that staid and sober city of minerol-
ogy, theology and 'ologies in general. The
stage Jehu pulls up at the door of a neat
little cottage in Chapel street to take up
passenger-a young lady of sweet seven
teen or thereabouts. Before she has fair
ly got out side, Walter notices her, and
she has noticed him, too. He gazes in
astonishment at the perfect vision of love-
liness before him; he hasn't seen anything
of the kind for years. There is not a par
tical of copper about her. She, on her
part, half laughing, has regarded him very
attentively-pushed back the golden ring
lets that almost shut in her face, and taken
another look, as if to be certain that she
has made no mistake.
Here is a seat Miss, beside me-" said
the gospel preacher
, "Thank you, sir, prefer setting ON the
back seat with that gentleman, If he will
, let me, said the most electrical voice that
, Walter had listened to for some time.
"Certainly, miss" said the delighted
l Bombayite; and when she seated herself by
| him, she gazed into his face with such
, delight and astonishment, that Walter
= actually took look down upon himself, to
, ascertain what there was about his person
! that appeared SO pleasing to the fair maiden;
7 but he discovered nothing unusual. The
/ stage rolled towards Derby, at its usual
. rapid rate of five miles an hour, and Wal
ter and the merry maid seemed as chatty
l and cosy together as though they had
known each other for years, instead Of
minutes.-The minister tried to engage
> the ringlets in conversation, but he soon
i found himself nowhere" She had neith-
er eyes nor ears for any person but Walter,
r and Bombay scenery, than he ever told
r anybody else before or since.
At last they came to Derby. There
horses had to be changed, and four fresh
skeletons were harnessed tackled on to the
old stage, Walter handed the gentle girl
back to her old seat as gracefully as he
could have done if he never lived in Bonn
) bay, but always stopped inNewY York. They
7 were alone now The minister and the old
lady had got out at Derby.
f; swell, we are off once more how far
are you going?" said Walter, as the stage
. went off:
"Not quite SO far as Litchheld. You
7 say that your friends reside at Pomperany.
, How glad they viii be to see YOU"
0 every probably, unless they have for
+ gotten me, which is likely, for ! suppose
d have altered some in seven years"
"Not particle I--."
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