The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-01-21

not tell which was the whitest.
"The eggs are simply perfect Mrs.
George" was my reply and | never tasted
better bread.
al always have my eyes on Betty when
she is making bread, Mr.. Haynes. So
much depends upon these humble culinary
efforts. Alas r'-and she sighed softly
"we live in degenerated days, sir, when
women seek their pleasure outside of the
sacred portals of home. have never al
lowed myself, sir, to be distracted from my
legitimate pursuits"
81 do believe you, Mrs. George, said ],
warmly, and diamond solitaire glittered
before my mental vision, or perhaps
should say sentimental vision; but how
was man to hold out long against the
charms of so nobly planned a woman, with
taper fingers and gentle, downcast eyes,
and such blessed notions Of the beauty of
domestic life?"
"I trust your breakfast pleased you,
sir"
"Upon my word, Mrs. George" l said,
her bewildering eyes smiling into mine.
" was never so charmed in my life.
She blushed. What had l said to bring
that exquisite dye upon her cheeks? I
grew frightened, and backed away from
the table, pulling on my gloves.
"How soon do you go, sir?" she asked,
raising her slender fingers playing with
little chain that relieved the dead black of
her dress.
81 leave in just twenty minutes, Mrs.
George"
"And as you are to be gone all day-am
correct, Mr.. Haynes P''
| nodded.
GAS you are to be gone all day, and in
variably see to such things myself, would
you leave the key of the safe with me?-
The silver has long been in need of scour-
ing, and you really should not be SO ex-
travagant as to send it to silversmith's
for that purpose, as most gentlemen do.-
have wonderful powder-my dear old
mother gave me the receipt; for indeed
sir'-a plaintive tenderness gliding into
her pathetic tones-"we have had silver in
our family my mother was Hancock.
She paused. My glance, I trust, was
full of sympathy.
eyes, sir, Hancock. But reverses, sir,
and reverses swept everything away'-with
a stately wave of her white hand. "The
powder is invaluable. | might, could
condescend, make my fortune with it,
Do you think you had better leave the key,
Or" drawing her fine figure up, twill you
take the silver
"Mrs. George, beg-Here are the keys,
Mrs. George"
There were ten thousand dollars in that
safe, and detached the key of the money
drawer.
"Thank you you will hardly know your
plate tomorrow, she said, with pretty
laughing lips. "Pray, pray wrap up well;
it is such wind ~
Thump went my heart.
"You will be home-when? l always
prefer to have an explicit understanding,
SO that everything may be in readiness"
"To-norrow at twelve, Mrs. George" :"
was my reply, wondering how it would
seem to kiss a pair of lips just as dewy
and pouting as hers, and then tore myself
from the temptation, shook hands with
Mrs. George, and left the house.
"Straws show which way the wind
blows" says the old adage. 1t is my
opinion that hats occasionally do that little
favor for mankind. At least mine took the
liberty so do SO that morning.
had now ten minutes in which to reach
the B--station. The depot was only a
few squares distant, and l was walking as
comfortably as could, bracing myself
against the wind, when sweeping gust
came around the corner. Something was
lifted from my head; it was my hat.
My first impulse was to look around to
see if anybody was laughing-I always
laugh myself at flying hat-and then
betook myself to sport. The hat only am
) bled was sure to catch it. 1t lodged
against gas-post; my hand was almost
on it, when the twin to that other gust
came racing along, and off went my hat
1t was very early, and there were but few
people abroad
/ heard now and then faint laugh {
scurvey little urchin sang out, "Go Il
! boots p Hibernian maid carrying large
parcel in small paper, cried, "Shure thu
} hats leading that man chase p but on
: went, breathless, chagrined, and mad. III
Oak street, down Green, across Maple, ant
through Cherry that confounded hat hat