The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-02-06

brekfus, shur. Hot brick warmec tum-
max"
"Did you give him q hot brick ?" said
Mr.. Goodenough.
eyes, massa," said blackey with grin,
"and guess he don't gree wild EN-"
There was laugh at the cooks expert
ment, and turning to speak to Bob, found
he had left my side.
"Where's BobP" | asked.
"Don't know. saw him here n minute
ago"
went around to the other side of the
boat. lie was not there. We called him
and searched for him, but he was not to be
found. Then it seemed sure enough that
poor Bob's misgiving had been verified, and
mourned his loss, thinking of my own
melancholy mission into New Hampshire
to inform his weeping friends of the loss.
1t in fact cast gloom over all the vessel,
and we could never understand how he dis
appeared SO suddenly, supposing, however,
that his mind, becoming morbid, had lost
its balance, and he had leaped overheard
while we were absorbed by the cooks ad-
venture with the shark.
The vessel arrived in about eight days
and after had got clear of her, set about
the performance of the duty that had been
charged upon me by Bob. Ihad embarked
for New Hampshire, having slowed Bob's
chest in the baggage car, and thought all
ba tS, l,a
friends 1t was something that was not
accustomed to- and went on the voyage
with much misgiving.
stopped at the pretty little station of
Spruceburg, among the hills, at which
coach was waiting to carry passengers 20
Rimmer, town some four miles distant
which was the place of my destination.
Upon this coach Bob's chest was hoisted,
but when attempted to enter found it
full, and the drivers seat was also occupied
by two besides himself. / therefore look
ed for some other means Of conveyance
The depot master proved my friend and
after few moments informed me that
young lady from Rimmer was in town with
a wagon, and would return alone in a short
time, and that she would be happy to ac-
commodate him with seat. So gave
directions that the chest should be left at
the hotel, as was informed that there was
one, in order that Bob's friends might not
see it, and waited for my fair companion.
The wagon was pointed out to me, and
the young lady soon came along, to whom
introduced myself, and helping her in,
sat beside her; she insisted upon driving,
of which was very glad, as was more
familiar with hawser than horse. She
was exceedingly pretty, about seventeen
years old, and was in all respects interesting
being one of those bright and sparkling
little fairies that are continual surprises to
those who are predsposed to believe that
all country productions Of the kind are awk-
ward and disagreeable; one of which,
however, was not. found her chatty
and pleasant, full of piquant remarks, in
which sho did not spare me, and was per-
fectly delighted with her. The converse
tion at last turned on Rimmer.
"Do you reside there ?" asked.
eyes"
"Then of course, you are acquainted with
all the people there. Do you know family
by the name of SmallP"
"Oh yes, very we'll"
"Is the name of one Of its members
Myrap'
eyes, Myra Small and myself are very
intimate we sing in the choir"
"She had brother?
"Yes; Bob Small. He was wild fellow
and went to sea, year ago."
"Have they mourned him? ?'
"No, not much; he locked his father in
cellar when he went away, and this rather
set him against him."
"Well, have sad news for them.
have just returned from voyage with him,
and he was lost at sea-"
"Bad news indeed that will be. But he
will never shut the old man down in the
cellar again; nor torment poor Myra, will
he ?"
"No, but he thought of her at the last,
poor fellow, and have a parting gift for
her, from him."
Inquired / about the old folks, and about
Myra, and the conversation lasted until we
arrived at the hotel, where she was to put
me down, which chose rather than to 90
to the house of Bob at once. Iwaited until
evening before ! went on my melancholy
errand. 1t was fair day in September,
the air was beginning to grow a little chilly