The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-07-15

VelouS WhlteneSS, ncapeu-up uOuBnnuts,
ample slices of brown bread and white dit
to, q" slap jacks" of size and tenderness, and
the inevitable Yankee soda biscuits" hot
light, and yellow. How good it tasted
only those can know, who, like ourselves,
have travelled far and long, climbing for
hours straight up hill after hill, to reach at
last table-land, where the air is SO pure, so
clear, SO bracing that we rise body and
soul on tiptoe. Then we slept the sleep
of the just and the undyspeptic, on husk
mattresses that were neither thin or knob
by, lulled by the tinkling spring into pleas
ant dreams.
Cherrywood life for visitors was exhilara-
ting with fun, fishing, mountain climbing,
and mountain drives, too, for those who
had the temerity to struggle into the high
wagons fearless of the steep up and down
road, and confident in the strength of the
harness. Gradually we came to know and
like many of the people, being taken in
their homes and interests with free heart
edness which we fear will cease il Cherry
wood ever gets a name as a nice summer
resort" and learns the give-little-and- take
much system of most places so yclept.
Our hostess, dear motherly woman, was
stout walking encyclopedia of information
regarding every neighbor, great and small,
splicing each tale or anecdote with shrewd
comments and keen perception of character
and softening all by honest, unpretending
charity. i3i
"Take notice who's in the store, won't
you? I'm particular to know If Reuben
ellison has got back"
She called thus after us one pleasant after
nocn, as we we're going for the papers
left by the mail stage at the store, which
was also the postofice for Cherrywood, and
we assented, wondering inwardly if Reuben
ellison went about labeled, that we were
expected to know him at once. A glance
suffced to tell us that all the occupants of
the store and porch were known to us, but
as we turned from the building a tall,
blithe figure passed us, with ringing tread
and courteous gesture of salute that did
not SAVIOR of Cherrywood manners, which,
though kindly, were mostly unpublished.
We had a glimpse of dark, keen eyes, and
plain, sensible features, and presently re-
ported our observation to Widow Blatch-
ford, who came to meet us through the
cleaning, greeting us few yards from
the door.
Certainly, that was Reuben" was her
interested assent, d" l declare, should like
to see Della Bligh now"
Bligh9 Surely we remembered seeing
her. 1t was our first Sunday in the white
Westinghouse, when, with all the congre-
CATION we faced the choir for the singing of
the last hymn. A sweet, apple blossom
face with its delicate tints and baby blue
eyes, redeemed from mere insipid pretti-
ness by the decided character of the square
little chin and the firm curve of the lips in
repose.
"a wild rose among mullens stalks" "
the doctor had called her, with mans
eyes to the cheeks and dimples only, win
ming by his remark pleased smile from
our hostess.
But what had pretty Della Bligh to do
with Reuben Gilson's Homecoming? AS
all women from fourteen to four score are
alive to any hint of love story, we pro-
ceeded to importune our hostess for infor-
nation, and she, kind soul, soon gratified
us. i
: Pretty Della Bligh and Reuben ellison
J had "lSept company from childhood, and
had been engaged; but after Reuben went
into business at Grafton Mills and Della
taught school at Cranberry Corners, cool.
ness arose between them, ending in the
breaking of the engagement.
T "Reuben is fayoaite with me, and sc
is Della, for that NATTER said Mrs. Blateh'
ford "Girls are high strung; mostly they
have more pride than wisdom when they're
I young. Delia's no exception, but she IL
, good material don't want to see hei
| spoiled,
"What began the coolnessP" we quer
/ led.
! Reuben lives at Mrs. Frye's when he il
! here she Is his aunt. IgueSs that had al
{ much to do with 1t as anything, said oul
hostess, with shrewd laugh. "Idon'r
speak against her. Iknow no harm o
her, except being Josephine's stepmother
and that's more her misfortune, poo
: thing"
Q We knew Mrs, Blatchford's opinion 0
the thin Tipped Josephine" having heard
: It aforetime when we also heard the stor,
: Of Dorema Fietcher's brave struggles