The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-08-27
does this mean, and who have you there P''
asked Mrs. Carpenter, in one breath.

asked Mrs. Carpenter in one breath.
" Blessed i'll know" began George;
"we thought it was Sam, so we CON
cluded to give him douce in the snow, for
getting into the best bed and trying to
euchre us. Quick believe she has faint
ed.
/" just like you !" scolded Hannah, as
she assisted in depositing Eva once more
upon the bed from which, she had been so
unceremoniously taken "beginning your
tricks upon each other before you fairly get
into the house. Clear out, now p'
Long before she had got through with
her TRADE her discounted brothers had
betaken themselves down stairs, where
they almost went into Mysteries over the
joke.
ga pretty kettle of fish ~ said George,
rolling over the floor and letting off peal
after peal of laughter. ..,... ....
81 should think it was" replied John,
holding his sides. "Oh my. But what
the dickens is to be done about it, and who
do you suppose she is, George?" I'D.
"Some guest of Hannah's, of course, and
young and pretty at that | don't know how
it is with you, but feel particularly small
and extremely cheap-would sell myself at
| a very low price"
"Cheap p?' roared John. "Cheap? l
would actually give myself away this bless
ed minute, and th row something in to boot.
What we are to do / can't say; but be-
lieve shall dig out of this place and get
back to the city before morning. l haven't
got the courage to face the music, so I'll
get up and get"
He began hastily putting on his boots,
and would have put his threats into execu-
tion but for the appearance of Hannah
who at once asserted her authority.
You are not going single STEP" said
she; but | don't wonder you feel ashamed
of yourselves. What on earth possessed
you is more than l can tell"
"That's right, Hannah, pitch in, scold
away. I'll take my amount just now, for
I'm as meek as lamb. But who is it we
have played such a trick on?" replied
George.
"Trick should think it was. Why, it
is Eva Stanley, just as nice young lady
as ever lived. She is our school teacher
and this is her week to board here; and
knew well enough you boys would be
sluabbling over the room as usual, so
put her in there, little thinking you would
come home in this tealthy manner"
Eva Stanley? Whew A pretty school
teacher" and repeating his sisters words,
he gave lugubrious groan.
Has she recovered?" questioned John,
vainly endeavoring to restrain his laughid
at the wry faces his brother was making.
" Yes, soon brought her to- but don't
believe the poor girl will ever get over her
fright She said the first thing she knew
she was being lifted up and carried
out, and she was so much alarmed that she
couldn't utter sound, but the moment the
cold air struck her, she realized that she
was being abducted or something of the
kind, and had time to utter a scream when
she tainted. 1t is too bad, declare, boys
| shouldn't wonder If she had taken her
death being dragged out of warm bed
this time Of night and dropped into snow
drift in that fashion. No wonder that she
cried, poor thing
"Cried, did she? repeated George, with
a groan.
~ should think she did. ! just took
har In, II 1oI L., H.,
out, while explained to her how she hap
pened to be mistaken for Sam, and SO be-
came the victim of your mad pranks."
"That was neat of you, Han. I'm awful
glad you hugged the poor little thing.
Wish you had given her brotherly
squeeze for me--'pon my honor l do. Oh
dear am in sackcloth and ashes from
this time henceforward and forever" re-
piled George, with another dismal groan.
"And how on earth do you expect us to
stay and take the consequences ?" asked
John, beginning to look serious. 81 had
rather face mask battery than this pretty
teacher, after making such fools of our
selves" .ll.uf
81 don't care ifyou had," answered his
sister, Indignantly. "The only way to do
is to brave it out, both of you, and apol-
gize for your rudeness. She is not bit
stupid, but pleasant and merry, and no
doubt you viii have jolly laugh over the
affair" i.s ~
"But Sam How the deuce are we 20 get
along with him. You know well enough,