The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-03-19
A Lawyer Cheated,
Mr.. Fiel's Delicate Case.
VXTHEN MRS. FIEL was bride, all
w the spectators agreed that she was

A
w the spectators agreed that she was
a pretty and interesting girl, who would
make a fine woman when she came to fill
out. But she never did fill out; on the
contrary, Time, that stole her years away,
robbed her of plumpness too; and after
thirty anniversaries of that wedding-day,
she was considerably more slender than at
starting; but better wife you will scarcely
find in all England and that is infinitely
more important than comeiness and tasteful
attire, as you will own before you have
been married for quarter of a century.
Excellent at all times, Mrs. Fiel culmina-
ted at meals. Call no man happy till you
have seen him at breakfast; a natural irrita-
bility in Mr.. Fiels disposition had been al
most entirely cured by little soothing COM
forts and tit-bits. He was solicitor, with
an Office in London, and semi-detached
villa in the suburbs, who had to leave the
latter at nine to reach the former by ten
every morning. This necessitated break
fast at eight, but even at that early hour
Mrs. Fiel saw to every detail herself.
IT would have shaken very confirmed
bachelor to have seen her table one spring
morning a few years ago-the linen was so
white, and the tea SO black, the water
crosses and radshes so fresh, the MARINA
lade and apricot jam so daintily set ont, the
eggs so new-looking, the loaf SO brown and
crusty, the dry toast so crisp and thin.
And when she heard the tread of her hus-
bands foot on the staircase, and the flourish
on his nose which invariably heralded his
approach, she rang the bell for the appetis-
ing little covered dish, which matched and
fitted the slop- basin, TO be brought up.
This contained frizzled slices of ham or
bacon, delicate and curled, a sausage, a
kidney, or the savory thigh of chicken.
May such be your only domestic broils
A hale, neat man, with sharp, gray eyes,
and very good opinion of himself, entered
and looked at his letters, selecting and
opening one at once.
"Well, Martha" said he, "the Chipchow
has arrived at last"
"You don't say so Then Mr.. Lobyear
will be here presently. Will he come to
stay with us, do you thinkg"
al don't know. You had better have a
bed ready; though expecthe has not come
to England with the idea of shutting him
self up with an old man and woman four
miles from the Marble Arch. Still, as
everything will be strange to him at first,
he may accept my invitation for night or
two"
"This Mr.. Thomas Lobyear is rich-is
he not?'
"Wll be, suppose. At present, he
probably depends upon his father, who has
given me very liberal orders, absurdly liber-
al orders, about him. From living so long
among savages, the old man must have lost
all idea of the value Of money. However,
there is plenty of it accommodating, and il
does not matter to me-"
"Don't you Think" said Mrs. Fiel, "iI
might be we'll to have Sarah home?"
Sarah, the only child of the Fiels, was al
finishing school at Clifton, but she wa'
seventeen and woman.
"Ah, ah, ah !" laughed the lawyer
SAT your matchmaking, old ladyP From
what am advised, he is proof against your
attempts. Besides which, it would be
something like breach Of trust; old Lob
year has evidently got other views for his
son then marrying him at present--at any
rate to an English woman"
"Why, he would never go and mattel