The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-10-22

ped on a loose stone, and fell heavily among
the Jagged rocks, and laid there very still
and white, with the blood trickliDg down
from cut on her forehead.
For moment reason forsook her COM
panion, and then, with a wild shout, he
called for help. 1t came almost instantly,
in the presence of the beautiful girl he had
observed few seconds before, who run
ming up, leaned over the lady and lifted
her head, and sought to staunch the blood.
1t is only little cut, sir, and the lady
is stunned" +" said she. binding her handker
chief around the wound. "Please take her
in your arms for moment and will bring
some water"
The water, which the fair stranger
brought in her hat, had the desired effect !;
and after little Mrs. Yorke opened her
eyes and sat up.
"You are feeling much better, my dear"
every much. All l think have you
to thank for it," said Mrs. Yorke, looking
up at the sweet face above her.
I" BY no means. 1t was trihing service,
assure you. I am only too happy. Let
me remove the handkerchief and bring
some water"
Mrs Yorke's daughters had died before
they had even reached the dignity of young
girlhood; but, as the soft fingers touched
lightly her aching head, she thought what
attention might have been her own, had
God spared her dear children.
"Your mother is blessed, my dear" said
she, looking at the perfect face, "in having
such daughter as yourself"
"My mother is dead, madam"
Mrs. Yorke's chubby fingers sought the
slender ones of the young lady, and closed
over them in warm, sympathetic clasp.
"My daughters are dead, and my heart
and home are quite desolate p'' said the
good woman with dash of tears.
"Halloa %
The word came in CHEEKY cry across the
sands. Looking up, the trio espied a tall,
handsome fellow trotting toward them,
with face as bright as half dozen sum-
mer days.
Mt once Mrs. Yorke grew very nervous
and distressed; Mr.. Yorke grew very red
in the face, and thumped his cane energet-
ically on rock; and the pretty young
lady's eyes glowed, and a smile played a.
bout her dimpled mouth.
"Why father and mother ~ cried the
aforesaid young man. GLOW came you
hereP / am enjoyed to see you.''
81 shall not return the compliment,
grufiy replied Mr.. Yorke.
"Wby not?"
"'Because, sir, you are base migrate
How dare you marry without my leave ?"
"But, father, loved her, and knew that
you would when you came to know her."
"I shall never know her. You shall
never bring her into our family. If you
have disgraced our honorable name you
may suffer the disgrace alone"
The young man dug up the sand with
his cane for moment, and the young lady
twirled her parasol. Then he looked up.
"Well, Lucille, we had better come a.
way" he said, and the young lady stepped
over to him, and put her hand on his arm.
"What Who is this?" cried Mr.. Yorke,
"My wife, father"
"Well, why didn't you say so before ?"
clustered the irate old fellow. |" Elizabeth,
Pm afraid we have sold ourselves very
cheap"
"Are you really Justin's wife?" said
Mrs. Yorke, smiling in spite of herself at
the fair girl.
Yes, madam"
Here Justin Why are you standing
there Don't you see that your mother has
met with an accident? Give her your arm
and take her up to the hotel. Lucille, my
daughter, take mine"
Justin would have laughed, but under
the circumstances he thought better of it,
and the quartette walked up to the hotel.
The Newport visit came to an abrupt
termination, for the Yorke party left in the
first train on the following day and when
they reached home, Mr.. Yorke said
"If we hadn't been pair of old fools, we
would have stayed at home, and saved our
money, time and exertions. We might
have known that oar son would not err in
selecting a WIFE"
Mrs. Yorke passed her hand lightly over
her wounded forehead, and concluded, as
did long ago, that love and marriage are
matters beyond the control of humanity.
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