The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-07-08
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the whitest of dropping lids "But what's
the use of my talking about it to YOU
you can't understand" f.5s
"0ne can imagine" 1 replied, modestly.
" You must find wife as soon as pos
sible," said the widow, looking intently at
the hem of her handkerchief "You're
only living half life, now. All you can
not think how much happier you would be
with some gentle, clinging being at your
side-some copgenial soul to mirror your
own"
Instinctively laid my hand on my
heart.
"Do not fancy that shall lose an in
slant in the search" l said. "I have al
ready pictured to myself the pleasures of
new existence"
"Eave you2" The brown eyes shot an
arch, challenging sparkle. "Tell me all
about her."
edo you really wish to know P''
"Of course do.'
I congratulated myself mentally on the
fine progress was making, considering the
small practice in love-making that / had
had. Bob Carter himself, with all his
ready tongue and good-looking face, could
not have carried ON Irritation more neat
ly.
els she fair or dark ~ questioned the
widow, with the prettiest of interest.
"Neither--about your complexion
"Oh |" laughed my interlocutor, with a
charming pink suffusion over her dimples,
"Is she young?" 1f ln gadi
ID" Yes, about your age" i1 n1f
Pretty )i80a H FoE
"More than pretty--beautiful." 7d
The widow archediher perfectly -penciled
eyebrows. What devoted husband
you will make and when are you to be
married?n .. sro,s -. t-s,.- ..t,l
"Are You acquainted with Mr.. Carter
Mrs. Alyerp's brother?'' asked the widow.
presently. ,- d r. ..t srr. o
/" Yes,' | answered with alittle grimace.
GA self-conceted, .disagreeable puppy" e
"Do yon think SOP" asked the widow,
doubtfully. d.
"Of course, as everybody else. So will
you, when you meet him. m
"Shall l ?" rd r-...~,
"A man who thinks because he's got a
handsome face and a smooth tongue, that
nobody else has any business in creation"
Dear, dear p twittered my companion;
"that's very bad, indeed"
"Of course, he will pay good deal of
attention to you, if you are to be his sis
ter's guest" pursued; "but it won't do
to encourage him."
"Now rhi it q
"By no means. He's professional
firt."
sis it possible ?'' lisped the widow.
And mentally shook hands with my
self for having thus deftly put spoke in
Bob's wheel.
First impressions are everything, and
certainly had been beforehand with the
pretty widow. Neither had / any COM
Functions of conscience, for hadn't Bob
been playing practical jokes of all styles
entered the bar side by side?
Stupid Tom,' had been his pet name
for me, always but this wasn't so very
stupid" a game, after all. 1
While / was thus metaphorically hugging
myself, the conductor bawled out, "Glen-
dale" and sprang up to assist my lovely
companion out of the car, cheerfully bur-
dening myself with bags, baskets, parasols,
and bulky wraps. h'
AS we stepped upon the platform, /
nearly tumbled into the arms of-Bob
Carter. 'nH
"Hallo, Tom |" was his inelegant
greeting. "You don't grow any lighter
as you grow older"
l was about to retort bitterly, when
sudden change came over his face, as he
beheld the little widow behind me.
Gertie '' he exclaimed clasping both
her hands in his.
Eyes, Robert" she answered, with
sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks. "That
gentleman has got my parcels he has been
very kind to me-"
"oh, has he, thought well, we won't
trouble him any further. am much
obliged to you, Tom, and wen send you
cards to the wedding"
"To what weddingP" gasped.
Didn't you tell him, Gertiep Why to
oar wedding, the tenth of next month, to be
sure. A~ reoOiri Tom, be careful of your
self for my sake"
And that was the last ever saw of my
daisy-faced widow. For if you think was