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

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you got there. An accident caused him
somesdelay, so you see my note was hand
ed to you by mistake. AS had never
seen Mr.. Thompson OF yourself, and more
over, was then leaving home and had no
opportunity to converse with you, the mis-
take was not apparent. The arrival of
Mr.. Thompson explains the whole pro-
ceeding. wish you good evening, Mr..
Thompson
Abashed and mort flied, left Mallory
Terrace in no very pleasant state of mind.
Neither Mrs Bristow or Sallie vouchsafed
me good bye.
Why should they? They didn't know
me. might have been the son of a scav-
niger what evidence had they of my re-
spectability, and if they did have, what
difference would it make?
l was glad when Uncle Bigh arrived. l
told him the story, but he only laughed and
said that it was thing that might any
time occur.
A couple of weeks later and was ready
to return home with Uncle Bigh and was
not sorry TO have a prospect of seeing my
quiet birthplace again, for was becoming
sick of city experiences.
The morning we were to start my Uncle
took me down town, intending to go to
bank and draw some money. We had
about an hour only to take the stage before
its starting. Just as we were near the
bank we met the merchant in whose employ
Uncle sailed.
"Capt. Lines" he said, "one moment,
if you please and took my Uncle by the
arm.
Here Bigh," said the latter "you run
into the bank there and get the money
while speak to Mr.. Coxton.'
took the check and went into the bank
without noticing an individual who was by
my side.
The check was cashed and was on the
point of emerging into the street when the
man who had entered the bank with me
came running after.
"The teller" he said, "would be glad
if you counted your money, he thinks he
has given you too little"
took the roll of notes from my pocket
and was about to count them when the
stranger said, Let me assist you,' and
before l could interpose he snatched the
money from my hands and commenced
counting it on his knee.
"It's all correct he said, "but you
shouldn't carry money that way" and he
forthwith slid it dexterously into an enve-
lope which he sealed and handed to me.
"I was only going to tal<ei it across the
street to my Uncle" replied.
"0h, is that all ?" he responded, "well,
there's no harm in having it safe even for
that short distance"
When reached Uncle Bigh's side he
was still talking to Mr.. Coxton. handed
him the envelope, which he opened and
then looked at me with an inquiring air.
"What does this mean p" he said, hold.
ing between his fingers roll of waste
paper.
Indeed don't know, SIR" replied,
and at once explained how the teller had
sent messenger requesting me to count
the money, and how he had assisted me
and sealed up the amount to prevent my
losing it. r
Mr.. COxton and my uncle exchanged
glances, while the latter merely calculated,
country ass, and then darted off to the po-
lice office.
Somebody had five hundred dollars that
didn't belong to him.
AS for myself, Uncle Abijah Lines, the
the following day, saw me seated in the
stage for my home
He had changed his mind and wouldn't
make the visit.
He placed in my hand an envelope con
tanning some ragged newspaper, Give that
to your mother, my nephew, and tell her il
represents Eve hundred dollars.
! M I'll pass over my reception at home
when the true state of things came 20 b'
explained, My mother thought il ] hat
read the g "Puntan's Breastplate" nigh
have been preserved from mishap. -.-
! never went TO Boston again on an invi
tation from Uncle Bigh.
oGB1A youthful stranger ati0maha fel
in love at first sight with a photograph ex
A hibited in an outside showcase, went VI
stairs and inquired the name of tho fai
original, procured an introduction, calle'
upon aud courted her, and now, cominI
Christmas, will marry her. s'eN