The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-10-29
A MATRIMONIAL ADVENTURE.


story ran, had willed her immense fortune,
of which, any day, she might become the
mistress. Quoted at nineteen, she looked
older; but such anachronisms are common
in feminine chronology. Her figure was
thinnish, her hair reddish, her eyes gray
ish and not quite parallel. If you don't
fancy the picture, we can only say you
would have passed for no judge at Swell
cove.
Among the visitors at the "Cove" that
season, was q nice young man from the
city. We needn't describe him more par
ticularly-to know one of these nice
young men is to know all. His name was
De Quincy Dothunter.
Mr.. Dothunter's business was genteel
idleness. By his own account, he was down
ON the right side of the books of rich
uncle, whom the life tables didn't give over
five years to run, to say nothing of the fam
lily gout, and hopeful contingency of ap-
oplexy.
How in the world a young lady of Miss
Wyshbone's cleverness could tolerate such
puppy as De Quincy Dothunter was the
oft expressed wonder of the crowd of en-
vious competitors to whom it was obvious
that the gentleman's attention was more
favorably received than their own.
But women are n law unto themselves.
The fact is--and we are content to state it,
letting the reason go--that Miss Wyshbone
exhibited so marked a preference for Mr..
Dothunter's society, that that gentleman
as good as had the field to himself.
Both were too discreet to be precipitate.
There was none of that headlong falling in
love, which is never found in polite society.
They had sat ON the sand, and padded in
the surf together, many times, before any
thing which might be called of a tender
nature passed between them. And when
Mr.. Dothunter did venture hint at the
state of his feelings, the lady at once cut
him short.
"That is a matter first to be discussed
between our relatives" she said
Certainly, but
"Come, CAN'T hear another word now.
My aunt will be down here tomorrow, and
if your uncle"
Mr.. Dothunter looked blank.
My uncle" he said, with some con-
fusion of voice and manner" the fact is,
my uncle is SO chained down to business
his nose SO kept to the mercantile grind
stone-you know how it is with these old
fellows-besides, he is confirmed invalid,
confined most of the time to his ROOM"
"Very well, SIR" replied the firm young
lady; "till he and my aunt have talked the
affair over can have nothing more to
say"
"Mr. Dothunter's face frightened at
length.
"What time could your aunt see my
uncle ?" he asked.
"Any time after to-morrow--say five
o'clock.
81 will return to the city this evening""
said Mr.. Dothunter "and make personal
appeal to my uncle"
Mr.. Dothunter took his leave on the next
train for the city. 0f
AT the time appointed Mr.. Dothunter's
uncle, sprucely attired elderly gentleman,
called at the principal Swellcove hotel, and
having sent up his card, was duly ushered
into the presence of genteel looking elder
ly lady. rpwl lae.i 81
Bows and compliments exchanged, the
business Of the meeting was at once pro-
ceeded to. aft f4
"My nephew, madam" the gentleman
began, "informs me that his happiness de-
pends ON the answer you shall give to the
demand, which he has deputed me to make,
of your niece's hand.
"This is too grave matter to be decided
hastily" she said. "Arabella, you see, is
so very young-and then the fortune she
will, at no distant day, inherit" A hack
ing cough interrupted the sentence. ~
"And my nephew's prospects," warmly
broke in the old gentleman, "most people
would call inconsiderable. The house Of
Trett d Co., of which have the honor to
be the head, is not, believe, unknown in
commercial circles. My nephew will come
in for all have and very soon, too, l fear"
Mr.. Trett added, making a not very sue
cessful effort TO look frail
"The importance of such union makes
deliberation all the more necessary re-
piled the lady. 81 would suggest at least
, years delay" gs ~ 9m ..ef
"a yearp' Mr.. Trett fairly bounded in
his chair. Had he been himself the lover.