The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-10-15

Beneath the pillows of the water-butt
Or else, perchance you'll find my lifeless
corpse"-
"Now, what will rhyme with corpse p''
asked Jones of himself, biting the end of
his pen, in perplexed manner.s
In vain he went through two dictionaries,
and spent over an hour in cudgelling his
brains; he was at last forced to the conclu-
sion that there was no word rhyming Ito
corpse) in the English language, and that
he must make slight alteration in the
word. So this was the effective termina-
ton
cor else, perchance, you'll find my lifeless
corse
Stabbed to the heart Then won't you feel
remorse2''
The next morning he sought an opportu-
nifty of sending this by means of Bob,
whom he was fortunate enough to pounce
upon just by the college.
Buttons looked uncomfortable and be-
ing driven to extremities, declared that
Miss Starchely was so sharp, that it was no
use trying to send billy-doOs that way, and
that he (Bob) didn't want no more whack-
ings.
Our hero, on learning the fate of his mis-
sive, was IN great perplexity.
The only resource-and that desperate
one-was the high wall at the back of the
school premises.
If he could climb to the top of that he
might spy Laura during her play-hours,
and drop the note down where she could
pick it up.
With this intention, he again went to the
college as soon as here turned from Messrs
Coddysill's. But the wall looked hope
less case-twelve feet high at least, and it
was impossible to scale it without ladder.
He listened, and heard the merry laugh
of the schoolgirls; they had just finished
their lessons. Desperation seized Jones,
and Jones seized a stone, and he wrapped
his epistle around it, and threw it up per-
pendicularly, so that it dropped just ON the
other side of the wall.
A terrific, piercing scream was the re-
suit.
"Oh-h-h-h p (the voice was that of Pol
ly Hopkins), "my head, my head it's all
bleeding. Somebody outside is throwing
stones, and big one has hit me right on
the forehead. Oh-h-h p
There was an uproar Immediately. All
the school gathered around the lucklcss
Polly.
Laura preceived the note, took it up and
read it, and thus discovered the cause of
this disaster
"Byron Jones again declare p she
cried.
At this moment Miss Starchley, hearing
the screams of Polly, came rushing out.
Laura contrived to conceal the letter, but
all agreed as to the fact of the stone.
" 1t must have been one Of those vaga-
bond boys out in the street r' exclaimed
Miss starchley. "Here, Robert, run for
policeman directly, and let him take them
into custody"
Jones heard these words, and boltod in
great trepidation.
How smoothly the course of his true
love seemed destin ed to rum
For two days he did not venture near
Mneva College; but to his joy, he receiv-
ed reply by post from Miss Laura, blam-
ing him for his late rash adventure, but
giving him hopes that his affection was re-
ciprocated.
Who 30 happy as our poetic friend?
He kissed the note rapturously, and his
eye rolled in finer frenzy than ever
For time fortune, indeed, favored him.
He contrived not only to see Laura, but
to speak to her alone in the front garden
one day when Miss starchley was out.
Fervently did he express his devotion
which Laura seemed TO appreciate, If not
return.
More than this, he had several sweet
stolen conversations with her over the high
playground wall
She managed it by ascending the garden
er's short ladder, which just allowed her
charming countenance to be visible to the
admiring Jones. t,....,
Better still, he sent her several more
poetic epistles, besides sundry little pre-
sents; and one night he serenaded her with
his guitar (which he had bought for rs.
3d., second-hand) until imperiously sum
moned to move on by the police.
The course Of bis true love seemed pros
periug beyond all his expectations. :
Alas fear that Laura was not quite so
sincere in her encouragement as no fondly