The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-04-08
NV Brown MerinO.
BY BIRDIE BELL.

Goorgie looked at it rather obviously. |
while anxiousy waited her decision.
"H'm-I don't know, Rose. l wish
you would take my black alpaca. The
merino will be good enough for me here at
home"
=" Indeed I'll do no such thing ~ 1 ex-
claimed, Indignantly. "Have all the pleas
ure of going away, and take your dresses in
the bargain, leaving you to stay at home
and wear my old clothes can't be quite
that selfish, Georgia"
George laughed melodiously. She al
ways had such pleasant, ripping laugh
it sounded warm and sunny, just like her
own sweet temper.
"Now that's what call straining at a
gnat," said George, with her ripe, red lips
trying to pout, but quivering with smiles
instead. "But here comes mamma. She
shall settle the point"
Poor dear mamma turned her head, first
to one impetuous daughter, then to the
other, sighing gently all the while. But to
my great glee, the decision was in my
favor.
81 wish you could have another new
dress, Idear Rose" said mamma, in her
kindest tones "but don't see how we
can manage it."
All this dispute may seem very trivial to
the unconcerned, but to us, the interested
parties, it was of the greatest Importance
was going on a journey-actually going
to leave my home, and travel alone for the
first time in my life. We, that is mamma,
George and /, lived on grandfather's farm,
in New Hampshire. Mamma had friend
named Mrs. Wharton, who had been living
in Boston for many years, and she had
written to mamma, begging that one of her
daughters might pay her long visit.
Great was the debating as to which should
accept the invitation. George insisted
that it was my prerogative, as was Mrs
| Wharton's namesake. l rather think our
new minister had something to do in max
ing Georgia SO persstently refuse to go; /;
for good and kind as George was she had
and Dorcas, until young Mr.. Partridge
beamed upon us, with bright, black eyes.
However, it won't do to tell hr secret
without special permission.
Mamma had given me a new gray poplin
for Sundays and visiting, had also white
muslin for evenings in case / should go to
any parties. These, with my two morning
wrappers, were considered very good out
fit. George had generously insisted on
my taking her new sash along with my
own and as l said at the beginning of my
story, wanted me also to have her new
black alpaca, her own best dress, and leave
my brown merino- my last winters gar
ment-- for her to wear on Sundays. But
George was the soul generosity, and would
beggar herself to do one a kindness.
After much twisting and turning, and
discussion as to trimmings, my wardrobe
was considered finished and presentable,
and embarked on my journey. The ride
was one long delight, for my passionate
love of travelling had hitherto been very
little gratified.
AS ! stood in the depot, at my journeys
end, and looked helplessly around me, a
tall gentleman, with a handsome brown
moustache, approached me, and bowing
with that easy and polished grace which
only long contact with best society can
give, said, in an inquiring tone:
Miss Rose, presumed"
bowed in response, inwardly wondering
if polite society required gentlemen to ad-
dress ladies, on first acquaintance, by
their christian names.
"My aunt, Mrs. Wharton, has been un-
expectedly called away from home for a
few hours, and has given me the honor and
pleasure Of escorting you to her house"
My second reply was another bow. Again
was wondering who this nephew was.
The gentleman looked at me rather curl
ously. Evidently he was beginning to
think me dumb, so found voice to say
How is Mrs. Wharton?"
every well, indeed, 1 thank you, and
looked eagerly for your arrival"
After we were seated in the carriage,
which was far handsomer than my country
experience had thought possible, the gen.
tleman proceeded in his efforts for my
entertainment.
3 "Do you wonder how knew you, Miss
Y Rose ?"
every much" / replied-not, however,
without qualms of conscience, as hac
really not given it a thought.
h " recognized you by your dress" hC
triumphantly responded.