The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-05-06

Fraziers the day after the next; and as Mr..
Simpson handed Mary into the cab, in
which Mr.. and Mrs. Frazier were already
seated, she whispered, "Oblige me by COM
ing on Sunday half an hour before the time
appointed; l have something of Importance
to say to you" Mr.. Simpson bowed, and
her hand to his lips. The carriage drove
off, and the worthy man was left in the
most perplexing state of dubiety and irreso-
luton imaginable. He began TO think he
had gone too far to recede with honor; and
what was very extraordinary, he felt scarce
ly sorry for it. At ali events he would not
act rashly. Sunday was not far off he
would defer his explanation till then.
Mr.. Simpson, punctual to his engage
ment found Miss Fortescue awaiting him
alone. He felt, on this occasion, none of
the violent emotions he experienced on the
previous Friday. His heart, instead Of
knocking and humping like a Gagged wild
thing beat TRANQUILITY in his bosom; yet it
was not without a calmly pleasurable emo
tion that he met the confiding, graceful
smile which beamed on his entrance, over
the lady's features. Seating himself beside
her, he with respectful gentleness, request
ed her to proceed with the matter she
wished to communicate. She blushingly
complied and speedily beguiled him, if not
of his fears, which am not quite sure about
of something under the circumstances, far
more valuable. Her family, not many
years before in affluent circumstances, had
been, by reverses in trade, suddenly cast
down in extreme poverty. The only sur
viving member oft, her mother and young
est sister, had been long principally de-
pendent on her exertions for support. The
assistance she had fortunately been able to
render had hitherto suflced for them; but,
of course, if she married, that source of in
come must fall and she never, till surprised
by his generous offer, contemplated mar
riage-but she was even now fully resolved
never to do -unless-Mary Fortescue
paused in her narrative, and her timid, in
quiring glance rested anxiously upon the
varying countenance of her auditor.
Mr.. Simpson was not made of adamant,
nor of iron, though he traded in the article,
and no wonder therefore, that the graceful
manner, the modest pleading earnestness,
the gentle tones the filial piety of his be-
! trothed should have vanquished, subdued
him. Her features plain as they undoubt-
edly were, by the lustre of beautiful soul,
kindled into absolute beauty At all events,
, Mr.. Simpson must have thought so or he
would not have caught joyfully the weeping
maiden in his arms and exc laimed, in an
, swer to her agitated appeal, "unless your
home may be theirs also? BE it SO; have
thank God, enough and to spare for ALL"
, This was oddly brought about, and finally
, determined in, one of the happiest of mar
| riages, if Mr.. Simpson himself is to be be-
lieved-and he ought to know-that the
church has ever blessed. Should he attain,
/ of which there is every reasonable prospect
5 the dignity of Lord Mayor, he will, I am
: quite sure, attribute, as he does all fortu-
: nate events, to his supreme luck in having
unwittingly fallen in love with another
S mans wife.