The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-11-11

uidu' IlSCOueCbliB, uOWeVeT, J1dU III was
my duty to make her comfortable, and that
l could scarcely deceive more than had
already done, proffered the usual civilty.
She slightly blushed, but thanked me, and
accepted it by leaning her head lightly
against my shoulder, and looking up to my
eyes with smile, said GAS you are my
cousin" Soon after her eyes closed, and
she slept sweetly and calmly as if resting
in security and peace.
looked down at the beautiful face,
slightly paled with fatigue, that rested
against mine, and felt like villain; 1
dared not touch her with my arm, although
the reboundng of the cars jostled her very
much. sat remorseless until the sleeper
settled the matter by slipping forward and
awakening. She opened her eyes instant
ly, and smiled.
"It's no use for me to try to sleep with
my bonnet on" she said " for it is very
much in the way for me; am sure it
troubles you.
SO she removed it, giving me the pretty
little toy, with its graceful ribbons and it's
flowers, to put it on the rack above us. l
preferred to hold it, telling her it would be
safer with me, and after few objections
she resigned it, being in truth too sleepy
to contest the point; then, tying the blue
silk veil over her glossy hair, she leaned
against my shoulder and slept once more.
This time, when the motion began to be
shaky and annoy her, stifed the reproach-
es of my conscience, and passing my arm
lightly around her slender waist, drew her
head upon my breast, where it lay all
night. 5g Itu aau,l .a.u
She slept the sleep of innocence, serene
and peaceful, and it is needless to say that
could not close my eyes and ease my con-
science. / could only gaze down on the
beautiful, still face, and imagine how it
would confront me il she knew what 1
was, and how l had deceived her or, dream
ing more wildly still, reproduced it in
hundred scenes, which had never before
paused to imagine, as the face of my wife.
had never loved, unless the butterfly
loves of Saratoga and Newport might be so
dignifed,s = and still less had l dreamed or
thought of marrying, even as a possibility
and far contingency. Never before, SOL
emnly aver, had seen the woman whom /
wished to make my wlfe--never before had
1 so longed to call anything my own as I
did that lovely face lying on my heart.
No, it was impossible for me to sleep.
In the morning we reached Buffalo, and
spent the day at Niagara. If 1 had
thought her lovely while sleeping, what
was she while the light of feeling and
expression played over her face, as she
eloquently admired the scene before us, or
was even more eloquently still. don't
think that looked at the cataract as much
as looked at her, or thought the one cre-
alton more beautiful than the other.
She was now quite familiar with me in
her innocent way, calling me "cousin
Frank" and seemed to take pleasure in
my society and protection. 1t was delight
full to be greeted so gladly by her when
entered the hotel parlor-to have her come
forward from the lonely seat where she had
been waiting, not unobserved or unnoticed,
to receive me-to have her hang on my
arm-look up in my face-tell me all her
little adventures alone (how very long 1t
seemed to me), while every word and look
and smile seemed doubly dear to me, be.
cause knew the precarious tenure by
which held my right to them. She busted
herself, too. while was gone out, with
our joint baggage, and rumaging all over
our trunks to find box which had ex-
pressed desire TO see. She mended my
gloves, sewed the band ON my travelling
cap, found my cigar case whenever had
lost it, which was about twenty times a
day, while she scolded me for my care
lessness which she declared almost equaled
her own. NA ii i,N -"if
Long ago she had given into my pos
session her elegant little portmannaie,
"with ali the money in it, which she was
sure she would lose, as she could never
keep anything; !" and as she had ordered
me to take out what she wanted for her
travelling expenses. i opened it with
trembling hands when was alone, and
examined the contents. There were, be.
sides all the bank bills with which she had
probably been furnished for her journey,
and which with pious care she had packed
into the smallest possible compass, as much
gold as her tiny toy could carry, tiny
pearl ring, too small for my finger, but not
for her's--which lam afraid kissed
a card with my name on 1t, and memo