The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-08-13

red, hot flush. His whole frame trembled
evidently, though whether with passion or
emotion, Captain Burrill could not for q mo-
ment decide. AS the old mans words found
utterance, however, the captains doubts
were quickly put at rest.
Chariot p' cried Jacob Marshall. "You
have no claim upon our pity or credulity.
Leave the house ~
Stay where you are, shouted the cap
tain, springing to his feet. " Jacob Mar
shall whatever this girl may be, and what
ever hei life has been, she has called you
by the sacred name OF father Remem-
bering this, and remembering that this
night she has saved your property and per-
haps your life, can you turn her from your
doors without one word of comfort or of
pityPn @ rfitE ..a.r ss.rasa
"Who asked you to interfere?' blurted
the old man, bursting with rage. "D--n
me Can't 1 manage affairs under my own
roof?' $780,. ..... .. ...t I'D. rtr,
"You are not what thought you,p said
Captain John, forgetting, in the earnestness
of his kindly heart, that by boarding Jacob
Marshall, he was risking forever his future
prospects. "Surely you, Marion, will not
see your sister turned heartlessly into the
street ~
"Since you know the girl SO well, sir, and
manifest such anxiety in her behalf" said
Marion, scarcely less furious than her father
''you would do well to provide for her your
self. Marion Marshall can never forget an
insult"
81 had no intention of insulting any
body" replied the captain; 'but this poor
child has been under my own protection for
a long time, and l should consider myself
false to my trust, and false to my word to
her, did stand quietly by and see her
turned from her fathers doors into the
street. How she came here tonight,
know not, nor do l care. have never yet
found cause to distrust her and believe in
her now"
Poor Blanche had risen to her feet dur
ing this fiery controversy, and now stood in
the middle of the room neivously wiring
ing her hands and repeating, as if to her
self, "why didn't he let me die? Why did
ever meet him?" Jacob Marshall, look
ing from one to the other, and purple with
apoplectic fury, stamped violently upon the
floor.
"This is all an internal plot, ~ he scream
the house, sir. Never again cross my
threshold, sir, or ever command another
ship of mine. wash my hands of you.
Marion, command you never to speak to
this man again. Do you hear? never
speak to him."
"Your command is unnecessary, father"
she said. sour relations are at an end"
She turned haughtily away, and with the
queenly step which Captain Burrill had
once admired as the very embodiment of
grace, sought her own apartment.
Without word, the captain took down
his hat and coat and slowly put them on.
When this operation was finished, he turn
ed to Blanche, who stood watching him
in kind of speechless bewilderment.
awe are both in for it," = he said, smil-
ing cheerfully to reassure her. "Come.
shall want you to take care of me now. :"
He threw heavy blanket shawl across her
shoulders and, taking her by the hand, led
her past her father down the stairs.
"Send the rest of my luggage to Love
joys he shouted, to the servants as he pass
ed them. Then, unlocking the street door,
he led his trembling charge out into the
storm, and, with spiteful bang, closed
the Marshall mansion behind him forever.
And so he brought Blanche Marshall
back to the old place in Frankfort street
and once more placed her in Tom Saddler's
care. Shall it be told that before many
months had passed, this rubicund visaged
guardian resigned his trust into filter and
more sympathetic hands? Perhaps the
reader has not guessed that during all this
time poor Blanche had been warming Cap
tain Burrill's heart for him. For his battle
in her behalf, he asked her for his pay at
last, and she gave him her hand and heart,
and the love and trust of true wife.
"That's Man."
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