The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-12-03


eyes, and he's returned, and, if mis-
take not, is making love to your daughter
and, If l remember, Mr.. Magog, you prom
ised her to me.'' ia aHiN9' tfam
Ha making love to my daughters Is
he rich p'' fn' @eq 'ihs ip '3sa'fl
John Loveland laughed. 7o'an' 'd' i'
erich Why, he brought home few
thousand dollars, which he is spending as
fast as he can" 'afnh af'
"Of course he is. What could you ex-
pect of a McGonagle9 And he's making
love to my daughters Strange haven't
seen him. but then, I'm not at home
great deal, and suppose he steps in when
/ step out However, I'll look after him
now, and, John, you shall have my daugh-
ter"
"But she's refused me-"
"What the dew refused you y exclaim-
ed Mr.. Magog
eyes, she says I'm too old"
"Well, egad you are rather old-a year
or two my senior, think but what of
that? Didn't you tell her that it was ny
wish?''
eyes,
"And that had no effect ?'
"None."
"Then, by George I'll tell her myself"
And without another word, Mr.. Magog
turned on his heel and started for home.
Now the above conversation took place
on that beautiful evening in the month of
July, which undertook to describe at the
opening of of my story. And you remem-
Der we left Miss Magog sitting in the draw
ing-room of the handsome brick mansion
on Congress Avenue, enjoying the beautiful
evening aforesaid. Yes, she was enjoying
it, but not alone. Hugh McGonagle sat be-
side her. and he was enjoying the evening,
too.
"Delia, do you know what I'm thinking
OFF, Hugh asked, placing his arm on the
back Of his chair, and beginning to play
with the trio of curls that dangled from
the back of her chignon.
"Why, Hugh, what question ! How
should /? cannot read your thoughts"
80 no. of course not. Well, was won
dering to myself how you would like to be
called Mrs. McGonagle."
"Well, Hugh ~ And it is my duty, as
q faithful historian, to inform the reader
that the dear girl blushed and looked down,
and--edged little nearer to her lover and
as he edged little nearer, too, why, there
wasn't much room left for fellow to crowd
in between them.
"Well, Della, do you think you love me
well enough to become my wife ?"
so Hugh how can you ask You
know do love you"
And then two pairs of lips puckered, and
something smacked, and continued to
smack for nearly five minutes and Della
had her head pillowed on Hugh's shoulder
all the time.
81 suppose" began Hugh, after they had
become more resigned to their fate, "I
suppose your father, will have no serious
objections, my dear?"
"My fatherp Great heavens l had
forgotten him." cried Della.
"And had forgotten mine, too" said
Hugh.
Yes, my father will object. He has al
ready chosen husband for me, friend of
his, and an old bachelor but he is very
wealthy, and father has determined that I
shall marry him."
"And his name is John Loveland, " said
Hugh. "I've heard of him. A dry old
chip with no more heart than saw-horse.
But he's rich, and am poor"
go Hugh, what shall we do?" sobbed
Della.
''That's just what 1 should like to know"
yelled Mr.. Magog, bursting into the room
and confronting his daughter, whom he had
the satisfaction to find sitting on Hugh
McGonagle's knee, with her beautiful arms
wound around his neck.
80! OIL or screamed Miss Magog,
throwing herself into an armchair, and
covering her face with her hands.
Mr.. Magog glared at Mr.. McGonagle, and
the latter gentleman glared at the former
gentleman, and the former gentleman was
very red In the face, while the latter was
uncommonly pale; but he was as cool as if
he had been "iced.v
Wilt thou reach stars because they
shine on thee?" cried Mr.. Magog, quoting
Shakespeare without knowing IT,
Mr.. McGonagle arose, walked to the win
dow, and looking up at the stars, said he
didn't think he would.
"No, Mr.. Magog, I'd rather not if it's