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


NNHE room was exceedingly bright and
Il comfortable, with the morning sun
creeping through the rich curtains and
beaming mildly on the breakfast table, with
its burden of white china, silver hot muff-
ms, fragrant coffee and delicately broiled
birds, but the pair who sat over the little
feast looked anything but bright and COM
Portable We
There was an open letter beside the plate
of the lady, and glancing over her shoulder
you might have read the following:
DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER Il hardly
know how to get around my subject, so
I'll come directly to it. l am married.
love Lucille very dearly, and she was too
poor to gain your admiration, so | married
her without asking leave. AS my wife, l
know you will receive her. At all events /
am going to bring her straight to you, and
i will trust to your natural goodness of
heart. Your dutiful son.
JUSTIN YoRKE.
"Your dutiful son p said Mrs. Yorke,
holding bit of chicken at the end of her
silver fork, and eyeing it as though it was
the son in question. ~ cannot see where
he finds the shadow of an excuse for daring
to style himself thus-Justin is not duti-
full son Mr.. Yorke."
"You are correct, Elizabeth; he is a
most undutiful son, to thus repay the years
of care we have bestowed upon him." said
Mr.. Yorke.
"What shall we do? Lucille, indeed |
1t has the sound of an actress or some out
of the way sort of person. Probably she
is some frivolous, ignorant creature, with a
pretty face and an empty head, who will
surely bring disgrace upon us and ruin
him. Oh, James, reasoned against al
lowing him to remain in the store after we
had come to the country. What can we do?
clock up the house at once, this very day,
and go to Newport Then if he brings his
wife, he can take her back the way they
came. I'll teach him lesson that he will
not soon forget"
So, in their wrath, the old couple pack
ed their trunks, locked the summer cot
tage, and, with their t wo servants, depart
ed for Newport.
Justin was the last of large family of
boys and girls. One by one they had pass
ed away, until only the one handsome boy
was left. AS a sequence he was idolized,
and grew up an odd mixture of good ma
ture and waywardness.
The Yorkes were highly respectable, and
gloried in the fact There was not a
member of the family far or near, that had
disgrace attached, and each member was
extremely sensitive upon this particular
point.
To be justly considered respectable was
the ambition of the race.
Now, what had this wretched represen-
tative done Married pauper without the
customary wedding festival, and the talk,
the envy, the hustle, the carriages, the
church, the cake, the cards, the lace, the
satin, the fol-de-rol which had attended
the marriage of every Yorke from the be-
ginning
Mrs. James Yorke shivered at the
thought, as they rode on towards Newport,
even though the thermometer was up
among the nineties, and the dust almost
thick enough to be cut with knife.
AS good luck would have it they obtain
ed rooms without inconvenience, and in
two hours after their arrival, Mr.. Yorl1e
was arrayed in a suit of snowy linen, and
airing himself at one of the chamber win
dows, in state of quietude quite pleasant
to contemplate after his recent trouble :.
Hadn't we better walk down to the
beach, Elizabeth? There is a fine breeze
blowing"
"Isn't the sun little too hot" sugges-
ted the lady.
"Not at all. / will take an umbrella
along"
So Mrs. Yorke donned her bonnet and a
lace shawl, and the portly pair slowly
transported themselves down to the beach.
1t was quite too early for the fashionable
crowd to collect, and there were only here
and there's gentleman, nurse with chill
dren, or some invalid, who preferred this
hour to that used by flirters and batheIs;
so the old couple had the broad sand beach
pretty much to themselves, and they saun-
tered away, enjoying the cool breeze and
the musical murmur of the sea as much as
people 50 afflicted are expected to.
AS they passed along, Mr.. Yorke said,
nodding his head in certain direction to
where lady sat in cool dress, of pale
blue muslin:
MThare,s a nrettu creatnre z,