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


The gypsy said that Emma should leave
the caravan. But Cissy would not have
that; SO a compromise was effected the
maid was blindfolded Then the gipsy
drew slides across the little windows on
either side, producing deep twilight.
Then the curtain at the further end slowly
parted, revealing wall of black cloth,
tightly stretched, in the centre of which
was fixed a circular mirror about two feet
in diameter, and this gradually became
luminous. Cissy's nervousness returned
with increased force, and she grasped the
hand of her blindfolded maid.
A table separated the girls from the
mirror; and whether it was owing to the
which it was placed, it did not reflect the
figures standing opposite it. Indeed, it
was more like ground glass than an ordi-
nary mirror-ground glass with feeble
light behind it. Presently the surface be-
came covered with ill-deflned, shifting
shadows, which gathered SO thickly as to
obscure the whole of it and then it grad
ually cleared, and head and shoulders
grew upon it. 1t cleared little more, and
revealed-the undaubed face of Charles
Wilson. Cissy stood aghast in awe-struck
terror before this supernatural imitation,
when suddenly, as she gazed, the face be-
fore her became convulsed with an express
sion of terrible agony. She uttered little
scream, and tainted.
Fresh air and cold water soon brought
her to. She paid the gypsy, and started
homeward.
You seed him, miss ?" inquired Emma.
Yes; and I'll never marry any one
else, if | die an old maid. But oh what
can that dreadful expression on his face
foretell? fear that some awful calamity
will happen some day."
A not improbable dread. There was one
consolation; fate and Cissys wish had hit
it nicely. Girls are queer things, and she
hardly knew that she preferred Charley
| Wilson as much as she did.
In due time he offered, and was accepted;
and they were married, and went for their
honey oon to the lake of Como.
One evening Charley Wilson rowed his
bride out in very clumsy tub.
How serious you are, Cissums r' lie
said, finding her less chatty than usual.
"Did that bravo-looking beggar frighten
you? Because his frowzy head shall be
punched if he did,"
"Oh no oh, don't offend him v' cried
the young wife. 81 am sure he has got
what the Indians call the Evil-eye."
elias he? Well, never mind the
Americans have invented potion which
counteracts the effect"
"Really."
4" Yes when we return / will get that
gentleman from New York stopping at the
hotel to concoct us an Eye-opener that will
make it all right"
"Oh no ~ cried Mrs. Wilson and her
husband padded on. 81 say, Cissums, :"
he said, presently, resting ON his oars,
"don't think that / am finding fault, be-
cause you have not got any faults SO that
would be absurd but are you not super
stitious ?'
"And if / am have right to be-
said she.
All any particular experience? ?" and
he wormed out of her the whole story.
81 am sorry told you," she cried,
when he burst out laughing. " You don't
believe it ! You had better call me a
story-teller at once.''
Believe it, my dear l am ready to
swear to it. You did not see my ghost
though; you were looking at me. was
in dreadfully confined position, and that
thief of gypsy was so long about her pre-
liminaries that got horrible cramp in
my right calf, and made face which
thought would betray me-"
The bride burst out crying.
" And you bribed my maid, and laid a
plot with common gypsy to deceive me
and nearly frightened me to death, and
were laughing at me all the time-oh'r'
she sobbed.
"Alls fair in love" said Wilson sheep
ishly.
at was unworthy of you !" she con.
tinued. "You have married me on false
pretenses. / shall never feel the same to,
wards you will never forgive you
neverp
What Ear-Wax is For.
Dr. Dio Lewis, in one of his lie ctures