The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-10-15

over the playground wall were very pleas
ant, and, at length, during one of them, he
ventured thus to "come to the point -
"My dearest Lalla the time has come
to prove thy affection. Fly with me to
other and happier landsP"
"0h Mr.. Jones, you quite agitate me !
When-how-where could we fy?''
Anywhere. To Italy, or Spain, or the
Isles of Greece" responded the poetic
youth. "But should prefer above all
other places, the beautious Vale Cashmere,
where in the rosy bowers of Bendemeer or
the diamond turrets Of AmbelaLad we
could live in Oriental splendor and luxuryl"
"But where's the money to come from?"
asked the more practical Laura.
"Well have-ahem Ia certain sum
saved up. You could doubtless get some
from your relations. Besides, friend of
mine commands one of the channel steam
ers, and would take us passage free. Oh !
say thou wilt consentP'
81 scarcely see my way clearly object
Laura.
"Clear as the day." he replied. "Say
that tomorrow night we agree to meet in
the front garden. will station myself be-
meath your window punctually at the
witching hour of twelve with rope ladder,
or, as don't know where to buy one of
those, suppose I provide you coil of
strong rope, by means of which you can let
yourself down out of your window into my
arms"
"What next?" exclaimed Laura
| "Next? Why; we can then catch the
mail train to Dover, whence, having been
solemnly united by special license, we will
embark on board the channel steamer.
The world will then, as the poet beautifully
observers, "be all before us where to
choose p
Laura seemed much struck by this bril-
liant scheme, and pondered over it long
while, but at length said:
81 am thine, and consent freely"
"Then am indeed blessed p' lie ex-
claimed, rapturously. "When is it to beP''
"Say Tuesday night, provid ed it isn't
bright moonlight, for in that case somebody
would prevent our escape"
All will go we'll feel confident of it,"
said the sanguine Byron Jones. "Tuesday
night, then, at twelve; but first meet me
here at the same time as this tomorrow,
and will bring the rope; you can conceal it
in your room, and'
81 hear Miss Starchley coming ~ inter
rupted Laura.
"Adeu, then, dearest - he said, and
she disappeared from the wall just as he
turned the street corner.
No sooner was he invisible than Miss
Laura burst out laughing, which action in
duces us to believe that she was cruelty
playing with the enslaved heart of JONES'.
"Oh, Netty, it's such fun p she said to
her confident; she proposed to elope, and
he is going to bring a rope, and I've agreed
to it all, and I've thought of such spen-
did idea"-the rest was spoken in much
lower tone. 0H
They conversed together for some time,
like persons Matching plot, which, in
truth, was exactly what they were doing.
The next day Jones again met Laura,
and brought the rope. She promised to
follow all his directions, and everything
being thus arranged, our poet looked upon
his bliss as certain.
The all-important hour at length arrived.
A quarter of twelve on Tuesday night, the
weather being very propitious, and the sky
was conveniently cloudy, saw Byron Jones
stationed beneath his beloved ones lattice.
All was still Minerva House seemed
wrapped in profound repose. Even the
nightingale was silent Zone reason being
that there was no such bird anywhere
near. n A. 'il a
The adjacent church clock struck twelve,
and Jones heart beat like hammer.
"She comes, my beautiful, my ownp
he murmured, as, from out the window
whereon his eye was fixed, there emerged
a female form, dinily visible in the dark
ness. 9l Hp
How gracefully she descends gliding
like seraph about to alight upon the
earth. Keep the rope steady, dearest" he
cried, in aloud whisper, and she got down
to the level of the first story window. j.i
More slowly and with somewhat sway
could now preceiye that SIC was attired in
the striped dress he had often so much ad-
mired, and that over her head was thrown
black shawl, arranged after 1.-The manner
Of Spanish mantilla.
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