The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-12-30

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Der, If nothing more.
Then read my own letter, and it was
my way of escape.
Aunt Rachael wrote to say that "she
was at deaths door with neuralgia, and
would come to help her with the chill
dren ?" She saw that door so often in her
own account of her sufferings, that famil-
iarity with it had rather hardened my
heart toward Aunt Rachael, and now
was ready to lay all the stress on her letter
which it would bear.
What will Mr.. Deane say to your
going awayP" said my grandmother, when
had impressed on her mind my duty to
Aunt Rachael. on
81 don't care what he says"
"Lorr' said my grandmother with a
look which implied two hours speech at
least.
"That letter was from his wife," l said,
looking anywhere but at her.
She never answered word, but just
kissed me on both cheeks and stroked my
hair tenderly for a minute or two. Then
we parted for the night, and l went away
in the morning before Mr.. Deane was up.
Aunt Rachael was out Of sight of "death's
door" long before had reached her, as
had confidently supposed she would be,
but she welcomed me heartily, and the
kisses of the children soothed somewhat
the sore spot in my heart.
To, tha ,axt throo dayc ba oof;vitu nf
the busy bee," long impaled on poetical
pin, was not to be compared with mine.
If there were any gifts of healing in mere
work, was determined to have them out
of it but the image of Mr.. Deane was
ever in my minds eye, and as people say
who have not been to the Normal" got
no better fast.
! Last of all went huckleberrying with
the children, and picked as for my life.
"There's strange man coming across
the field," said one of them.
looked up after a minute, and took Mr..
Deane's offered hand.
"If you teach school as you pick berries
your fortune will soon be made" he said,
the glad look in his eyes which seemed to
Danish that dreadful wife of his to the
} uttermost parts of the earth.
How did you find me?"
, "By my wits, chiefly" Your grand
mother was as mysterious over your de-
} parture as If you had gone into convent (;
but when told her had good news for
! you, she relented and gave me the clue of
your hiding-place."
"Aunt Rachael directed you here"
Precisely"
What is your good news ?"
81 have heard Of school that you can
have for the asking"
, "I am extremely obliged to you"
at is private school, and very small
but it has the reputation of being difficult
to manage; and from all that know of
you, have concluded that you will be the
right person. Will you undertake it?"
eyes, if you are sure of my fitness"
"I haven't a doubt Of it. 1 said the
; school is small-it has, in fact, one scholar
aged thirty-two, and his name is John
Jacob Deane."
If said anything or committed myself
! in any way for some minutes after this
astounding speech, have entirely forgot
I ten it.
"And that letter''-l found myself say
ing after while.
Was from my sister TO her husband,
: who had deserted her. 1t was to look
after him and bring him to reason that
was riding post-haste to Meri6en that wild
/ night. She Enclosed it in letter to me.
, forgot to mention,'' he said, after pause,
which was not without eloquence of its
own, "that my school begins about the
first of September.
Not if am to teach it." said /. 81
shall spend that month and others after 1t
in turning all my fortunes into the pretty
things that have always louged for"
When Miss Rebeca Verjuice, my former
room mate at the Normal" heard the
: story Of my engagement, she intimated
darkly that mine would bc one Of the
Z mate hes founded on gratitude.
|, "John Jacob" said solemnly when
saw him again, "if You are to marry me
out of gratitude, tell me at once, that
may be of to my Aunt Rachael while
there is yet time"
= s'My dear little school mistress" he re-
= piled, "If had been moved only by graft
tude, / should have proposed to youi
+, grandmother.
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