The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-03-18

DASS the cigars, Jack, and tell me what
Il you will tell the tailor tomorrow.
"Tell the tailor, Phil? Why, patronize
him well, and order another suit. What
concerns me most is how we are to get din
ners next week. suppose your governor
wont come down with any cash just yet?''
"Not sou. He told me in his last let
te: he made me regular allowance, and
must calculate my expenditure accordingly.
No, there's no money to be got there"
"We must make another call upon Abra-
ham, Moses and Co., Phil"
"My dear Jack, Abraham, Moses and
Co. have got to the end Of their philanthro-
pic tether-their fountain of generosity is
dry. Nothing can be done in that quarter
How about your aunt in Cornwall, and the
pretty cousins?''
ga good thought, Phil. would go
down and marry one of the girls if it wasn't
for my confounded shyness."
"That's quality of yours, Jack, l con-
fess can't understand. You are confident
enough with women of another class; in
fact, you put me in mind of young Marlow
in Goldsmith's comedy"
"Ah, that's it Phil Ladies floor me
completely, Think they are the most for
midable creatures in the world, and can't
for the life of me find anything to say to
them"
"Are your cousins pretty girls ?"
81 should say they are. have not seen
them since they were children. will tell
you what it is, Phil, said Jack, giving the
fire poke; "you shall go down and make
love to one Of them for me-"
"Well, don't consider myself a modest
man, Jack but think that would want
more confounded impudence than even
possess"
"Why not? We are much of height
Not that matters, for my aunt has not seer
me since was a curly boy about
as high as the table, and now should say
six feet is the figure. You shall do it, Phi
and turn me into married man as soon al
you like"
Thinking it would be change for me
with little pleasant excitement, though
I would humor Jack in his hair-brained
idea, trusting to my ready wit to pull mt
through all difficulties. And now nigh
as well inform the reader who Jack and
were.
Jack, or more correctly, John Westhall'i
father, was retired admiral of the navy
on halfpay, living up in the north, an,
whose dearest wish some years ago haG
been to make Jack a midshipman, will
the hope of his following in his own foot
steps; for he was one of the old school, VIII
thought the service was going to the dog
now so many Of the lower classes, as h
termed tradesmen's sons, were coming int
it. But Jack had too great a liking 70
London life to think of going to sea, ant
his refusal greatly offended his father, AM
they now but rarely corresponded.
However, the old admiral got Jack a
appointment in the Treasury, where h
managed to dawdle away his time and ru
awfully into debt, which his father resc
lutely refused to pay.
am member Of the Inner Temple, b
name Philip Fermor, son of Sir Philip Fel
NOR Blankshire, waiting patiently 70
''briefs,' which never come, and liyin
upon an allowance from my father, whic
/ contriye, without any trouble, TO exceed
and hitherto eked out by visits to Ii
jews. ia e8
The ardent friendship, however, betwee
Jack and me and the whole tribe has bee
of late rndeIy interrupted, and we ha,