The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-07-09

spray be seated. You have an idea of
moving out of ?"
eyes, for three months only will
drive out this afternoon and see your house,
and if l like it, and the terms are not too
high, think we can manage to make an
agreement"
"What family have you, sirP" asked
Bellenden, with the air of practiced land
lord. ss<a 4AA AtfV8 La VII
"only my wife, daughter and SELF" re-
piled the old gentleman.
"And you have no objection to taking me
to board? I'm not much trouble in house."
said Bellenden.
None whatever. Pray what are your
terms ?" y,dl..Ia. ...U Hiip ,ll IuI
One hundred and fifty dollars for the
season--that is three months. will allow
you five dollars week for my board-that
takes off sixty" ulI.h u.
"Balance ninety" replied the old gentle
man, rising. every well, sir, if like the
house will call tomorrow, and pay you in
advance" Ia.l... ..a.aI
GAS you please, sir.' a.. lln
"My name," said the old gentleman, as
he took leave, sis Greyling, Godfrey Grey
ling g. Co., India wharf. Good morning,
SIR" .U l.I.. ......
Greyling One daughter p cried Bel
lenden, as he paced his room. "What if
he should be the father of the glorious crea-
ture met at Gloucester last summer. The
idea of being under the same roof with her
almost drives me mad, and atonesfor much
that l have suffered, and am still suffering.
Greyling Greyling ~ ........l. l......
His conjectures were correct. Greyling
called next day, paid the rent, and receiv-
ed the key, and the evening after when he
went out to the villa, he discovered, to his
delight, that Julia Greyling was no other
than very charming girl whom he had
casually encountered at Cape Ann the pre-
vious season. She was then visiting the
place with her aunt, and whether she was
conscious of nascent penchant for our hero,
or for some other reason, she had forborne
mentioning to her mother having met a
young gentleman by the seaside, with such
dear corsair expression, and such sweet
moustache!
OF course Bellenden did not come into
town any more. Why should he /? He had
no client there---and suit here which must
not be suffered to go by default. What
duets by the piano what strolls in the gar
den what walks by moonlight what rides
at sunset! 1t was fairy existence But in
the sweetest cup Of pleasure, are bitter
dregs-and coiling at the bottom of his
beaker of bliss lay serpent, the thought
that all this fairy scene would soon vanish
like a summer day dream. With the birds
and flowers the Greyling would be gone
he had three months of enjoyment before
him. Three months he had not four and
twenty hours. .Hg H.. aHasiUav.
The next forenoon, Bellenden was stroll
ing in the garden, waiting for Miss Greyling
to join him, when the omnibus stopped at
the door, and out of that omnibus-a Wis
ion of dread-alighted Mr.. Bellenden,
senior. l IaaH
" You here, sir p' exclaimed the young
man. iI H.H". t,h
"You here, sir % exclaimed the father.
elbow came you to think of opening the
house Did you get word that was COM
ing?"
b. 81" No, sir, but thought you wouldn't dis
like it," n'. Dry 1"i I.a I'Hu'
I" Not at all. You saved me deal of
trouble. Servants here?" "H''.a'
"Yes, sir" ''" +"''Hr'j j""''ti
"Well, veil, let's get out of the sum-"
replied Mr.. Bellenden, impatiently.
"One moment, sir. have some friends
staying with me-very respectable people,
1 assure you, sir--the Greylings-do you
know them ?" he added, anxiously.
" No, but I've heard the name"
"I've kept you waiting" cried Miss Grey.
ling, running down the steps Of the piazza
in charming walking dress, "but | an
quite ready now" She stopped suddenly
and blushed on perceiving a stranger.
"M My father, Miss Greyling."
81 am very happy to see you, sir. Won
you walk in ?"
"Very hospitable." muttered Bellenden
"seeing that it's my house."
"Miss Greyling," said young Bellenden
nervously, 81 am very sorry that must de
/ ny myself the pleasure of walking with you
but my father--I-pray excuse mo-"
40, certainly, certainly Don't max
4 any apologies. / couldn't think of goin
now. Pray, walk in, sir. You'll dine wit
; us, hope, sir?"