The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-08-06

He led her quickly around several corners,
and finally stopped before building at the
lower end of Frankfort street and knock
cd upon the door.
81 have friend here" he said, to the
trembling creature at his side. "He was
once an old shipmate of mine, and if he
wont be kind to you, nobody will"
In few moments there was heard the
approach of heavy footsteps, rather ram
bling rather discursively towards the door,
and directly the bolt was drawn back and
a rough-featured individual, with BEAM
ing red nose, presented himself for Captain
Burrll's inspection.
"Well, Saddler, how are youp" exclaim-
ed the captain.
"Tolable thank ye. What fetches you
down here in this weather?'
81 want lodging for this young woman,
Saddler. She's had notion of bunkin' in
the East River, and told her could find
her better place, don't stand there look
ing at us. Let us in and fix up room
and fire.
GAN right" quoth Saddler, slowly re-
volving a quid of tobacco in his cheek, call
right. The best in the house belongs to
Jack Burrill and Jack Burrill's friends.
He swung the door open and led the way
to little, dingy parlor at the end of the
hall, and then without another word disap-
peared up stairs, leaving the captain and
his charge alone.
"Now," said the captain, "my girl, l
want you to promise two things. Ishan't
ask you for your history, OF for the reasons
which led you to this attempt upon your
life, unless you choose to tell me. / am
going to provide you with comfortable
nights lodging, and tomorrow we will see
what ought to be done hereafter In the
meantime you will be well taken care of
here, but you must give me your word that
you will try no more to destroy yourself,
and that you will not venture away from
Tom Saddler's house until | see you again
tomorrow night. Win you promise me
that?n
The girl looked at him with her wide,
brown eyes for moment, and then, bury
ing her face in her hands, burst into tears.
81 will promise you anything she said.
81 know that you, at least are my friend.
If you knew what | have suffered, you
would know that / am too happy to find
any place of refuge, to leave tagainst your
will"
"Well," said the captain, "whatever
you are, or whatever You have done, you are
safe here until tomorrow, at all events
Here comes Saddler again, and he will tell
you what he will do with you"
The rubicund visage Of the individual re-
ferred to appeared at the head of the stairs
and beckoned to the visitors to ascend, but
the captain, shouting that it was so late
that he couldn't stop, and admonishing Tom
to take care of the girl, took leave of his
protege and passed out into the street.
With his hands in his great pockets once
more, Captain Burrill, as he wended his
way homeward, cogtated more deeply than
ever. AT first, he conceived the intention
of relating the whole of his singular adj
venture to Marion on the following morn
ing. Then the thought crossed his mind
that it would be well TO ascertain some
thing of the character Of his charge before
he made known any details of the affair."
and this with the condition that the girl
had evidently desired to keep her story a
secret, brought him to the determination to
say nothing at present about the matter
SO he dismissed the occurrence from his
thoughts, and, reaching the Marshall man.
sion near midnight, found his room without
disturbing the family, aud retired TO his ac
customed couch of feathers and down in q
most tranquil and undisturbed frame of
mind.
The next day was a long one to Captain
Burril. His interest in his acquaintance
of the previous evening and his curiosity to
know her story whateverit might be, effec-
tually occupied his mind TO the exclusion
of all else. The magnetism of her eyes
had taken possession of him, and he await
ed the end of his days business with all
the impatience of schoolboy At last the
evening closed in upon the city, and making
his excuses to Marion he left the house
and hastened again to the tenement in
Frankfort tsheet. 'sni
"What word, Tom ?" he inquired, of
that semi-nautical parsonage, as the door
swung open to give him entrance. ha
"Well, nothin' special, y replied Saddler
"The gals doin' pooty we'll She aint no
ordinary customer, she aint. There's been
some trouble there, and it's my private