The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-07-08
A Ridiculous Mistake.
HOW did you know that she was
Ill widowp

sardines?
knew she was widow from the very
moment I took the corner seat in the car,
opposite to her little black bonnet with its
flutte-ing breath of Grape veil, and the
Astrakcan muff that held her two tiny,
black gloved hands.
How / envied that muff.
Don't tell me of your Venuses, your
Madonnas, and your Mary, Queen of Scots,
they couldn't have held candle to the de-
licious little widow
never did believe in grand beauties !
A woman has no business over-awing
and impressing you against your will.
And she was one of your dimpled, daisy
faced creatures, with soft, brown eyes,
long-lashed and limpid, and red mouth,
which looked as if it was just made to be
kissed.
And then there was tangle of golden
spirals of hair hanging over her forehead,
and braids upon braids pinned under her
bonnet, until a hairdresser would have
gone frantic at the sight. t
just as I was taking an inventory of
these things, in that sort of unobservant
way that flatter myself belongs to man
of the world, she dropped her muff, and,
of course, it rolled under the car seat
Wasn't ] down on my knees at once after
it rather think So .n..,
"Thank you sir" said the delicious
little widow.
Not at ALL" I replied "Can l do any
thing more for youP"
No, thank you-unless you could tell
what time we get into Glendale.
Glendale" cried. "Why I am GO
ing to Glendale" :"
OF course we were friends at once and
the daisy-faced enchantress made room
beside her, ''lest," as she said, "some
horrid, disagreeable creature should crowd
in and bore her to DEATH and stepped
right out of the musty, ill-ventilated world
of the railway carriage into an atmosphere
of Eden.
When bachelor of forty falls in love at
first sight-oh, aohat fall is there my
countrymen. No half measures, tell you.
Before we had been speeding through
the wintery landscape an hour, had al
ready built up several blocks of chateaur
a. d'Espa9ne, in my mind. g i rD
/ saw my bachelor rooms frightened
with her presence a1ll f
i fancied myself walking to church with
her hand on my arm. r
/ heard her dulcet voice saying, "My
dear Thomas, what would you like for
supper, to-night?" i beheld myself re-
spectacle member of society tho head of
a family.
What would Bob Carter say mow i
meant then? toI rog
Bob, who was always rallying me on my
state of hopeless old-bachelorhood who
supposed, forsooth, because he happened
to be trifle younger and better-loolxing
than myself, that had no chances what
ever. iut
I'd show Bob
"What did we talk about?"
The weather. of course, the scenery, the
prospects-all the available topics, one
after another and the more we talked, the
deeper grew my admiration.
She was sensible and so original, and SO
everything else that she ought to be
/ discovered that she preferred town
life to the seclusion of the country resi-
dence-so said I. Who would stagnate
when he could feel the worlds pulse as
they throbbed?
She loved the opera-so did I. She
thought this woman's suffrage all ridic-
ulous-with bewitching little lisp on the
last syllable-I agreed with her.
She thought woman's true sphere was
home !; my feeling urged up too strongly
for utterance, and merely bowed my as
sent.
Here was delicious unanimity of soul
a mute concord of sympathy.
What would Bob Carter say when be
saw this beautiful little robin lured into
my cage. How would lord it over him.
How would invite him to "happen in any
time.v How l would-hguratively of
course-hOld up Mrs. Thomas Smith over
his enyying eyes. uttered an audible
chuckle as thought of these things, which
/ had some difficulty in changing into a
cough.
you've got a cold" said the widow,
sympatheticaly. "Do, please, have one
of my troches; they are soothing to the
throat"
took the troche, but didn't swallow
| it. would as soon have eaten a price