The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-03-11

"Hello p' said farmer Brown, drawing
up, "Sellin' out hey?'
Wouldn't put up this'ere if wan'n't,"
answered the smith who was gruff fellow.
"Wal, now and your doin' the best
blacksmith business in the hull country ~
said the old man in tone of disappoint-
ment.
"Mebbe can do better STILL" an
swered he, coolly.
"You don't say? Whereabouts, now?"
"In California. Dicks maxim lost O.
money over thar, and he's writ to me to
come out the first minute l can, and jine
him in business he's about to undertake."
"To be sure and you'll go soon's the
place is sold ?"
eyes the lot, and the smithy, and the
house over thar" nodding his head toward
nice little white cottage with its portico
embowered in multihora roses, which stood
little apart from the shop. "Going to
let it off cheap, as in this case times of
more value to me than money. Five hun
dred the whole lot p
"Wal, now, that is a low figure ~
"Must be paid, though, before the first
of September, as I'm bound to be off by
that time. Wouldn't let it go off so easy
if warn't pressed for time, and obliged to
give such short notice."
The smith finished mailing on the board
as he spoke, and returned to his shop,
whilst farmer Brown drove on
81 say, Rosey, that'd be first-rate
chance for Bob Ward" said the old man,
turning to her with look of interest
"Better speak to him about it, my girl
He's fine steady fellow, and you both de-
serve to do we'll"
81 don't think he has the money" said
the girl, blushing, but with a wistful look
back at the smithy and the cottage, with
its garden, its field, and "cow-lot."
"Wal," said the farmer, thoughtfullp,
~ might possibly help him along little.
He's sure to succeed at the Five Corners,
the best place for smithy in the country
round, and though amt much to spare,
wouldn't see him at loss for want of few
dollars or So"
All that day Rose Luttrers thoughts
were running less upon her work than on
the pretty cottage at the Five Corners; and
when Robert Ward came in, late in the
evening for the usual half-hour's talk with
her, she told him of it.
81 can't do it, Rose" he said, regret
fully. GIVE but $500 in the, world, and you
know how much there is to do with that.
And yet it's such a capital place for bust.
ness ~
"And such pretty cottage-already
built, you know"
81 wish l could afford to get it," he
said, looking at the bright, eager face be.
fore him.
"Couldn't you try, Robert? Farmer
Brown will help you, you know"
Robert came in next evening, looking
rather excited. Farmer Brown had prom
ised to loan him $100, call the ready mon
ey he could scrape together" This, will
his own, would make $400.
"Only 500 morev' exclaimed Rose
joyously clasping her hands.
"But there is the difficulty, Rose. Only
81 wanting would spoil the whole, and how
on earth am to get this 500? did try
two or three people, whom 1 thought best
able or willing to make the loan but they
either haven't the money, OF don't want t.
part with it,"
"There is your cousin, William" said
Rose, hesitatingly. "He has plenty"
"I spoke to him, first" said Robert
with shadow coming into his clear blu,
eyes" offering interest ON the loan bu
he hadn't the money, he said. think
Rose, he hasn't any over-good will toward
me now, dear"
She understood him.
"Let him have good on i'll will," sh'
said, with little defiant toss of her head
at doesn't matter. We can do withou
him.
But it was with rather sad heart tina
Rose, on the last day of August, set ou
to Mount Joy, carrying home the compile
, ted dresses that would be wanted next da!
at the great fair at Lexington. She walk
ed the whole way this time, as far as th'
} Five Corners, and there stopped to rest il
the shade of the fruit trees in front of th,
smiths cottage. The notice was still con
, spicuously nailed in the front of the shop.
"You haven't yet had an offer for you
, place. Mr.. Simpson," she asked of th'
, smith, who passed her, appearing ver'
r busy.
4 PLENTY offers-money amt paid down
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