The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-08-12

to find yourself angry for nothing indica-
ted pulsatilla, and that even for unrequited
love there was medicine. 1
For two months or more Mr.. Patterson
boarded with Mrs. Muntle, and happier
months he had never went through. Then
he went back to the city for few weeks,
returned in urgent need of more pellets
from the medicine chest, and stayed until
the last pink chrysanthemum was bloom
ing on it's wilted branches.
He had grown SO fond of his little room
with its white curtains and fresh grass
bleached linen, of the country good things,
and of the cosy nursing of Mrs. Muntle,
that he could scarcely bear theFhought of
parting with them altogether.
After all, why could he not buy nice
house, and try to get Mrs. Muntle to keep
| it for him? Perhaps she would. He
would offer her high salary, and she
would have plenty of servants. Then,
indeed, he might have friends dine with
him and be as happy as possible.
If only he could approach his hostess ;
showing her as he did SO that he con-
sidered her his equal and lady, and all
that, as she certainly was, little counrtri-
fed, of course, but clergyman's daughter
and the widow of doctor.
After much consideration he finally
mustered up courage for the effort, and
walking into the parlor, sent small SER
want to ask Mrs. Muntle to stop there for
moment, if she pleased.
Gracious" thought Mrs. Muntle,
"what can he want ?"
| Then she blushed brightly, settled her
necktie, took off her apron and walked in.
"Be seated MAMA" said Mr.. Patter-
son. Please sit here. Allow me to sit
near you. / have something to say which
may require some consideration"
sob, dear, what is coming?'' thought
Mrs. Muntle. t
"I suppose you know Pm man of some
little means, ma ma," said the old bachelor,
cable to buy nice house, furnish it well
and live in it comfortable
$50 I've understood, Mr. Patterson, "
SAID the WIDOW.
"And of course it is pleasanter to live
that way than in bachelor lodgings, or at
hotel" said Mr.. Patterson.
81 should judge it might be, said Mrs.
Muntle, cautiously. r
"You judge rightly" said Mr.. Patter-
son, "but you know a bachelor must be
in the hands of servants if he keeps house.
A gentleman don't want that he wants a
lady to superintend things for him-some
one of taste and refinement. Common
people don't understand his feelings, and
mercenary servants are poor depend
ence.'
81 know that" said Mrs. Muntle.
"You are almost as much alone as /,
aren't you, Mrs. Muntle, ?" said Patterson.
"The doctor knew him. He is going to do
it, just as he said he would if he ever did, -
said the lady to herself. Aloud she an
swered: "Well, am pretty free, it il
true. All my children are married."
Il know money would be no object tc
you," said MIR. Patterson. "You have
enough. But if were to tell you that
hated boarding-houses and wanted home
think you would pity me. I'll buy {
beautiful house, and you shall have com
plete control of everything ; only to make
my strawberry short-cake for me all my
life."
He paused and looked at the lady.
"That was delicately put" he thought
"Nor will you hire out for housekeepel
in that, | fancy"
I" 1t amt romantic, though" said Mrs
Muntle; "but, ,still, we amt young neither
of us, and it gets to be just that with the
most sentimental after a while"
"Don't refuse me" pleaded Mr.. Patter
son.
swell, Mr.. Patterson, WON'T" sale
Mrs. Muntle. "I'm my own mistress, ant
though I've never thought of second
marriage, why think I'm warranted in
making one. And no doubt shall never
repent, for think you've fine disposition
and understand your ways and tastes"
Mr. Patterson listened. He saw what he
had done-proposed and was accepted
without having any idea what he was
about.
He looked at Mr. Muntle she was very
nice and fresh and comely, and ten years
his junior, at least, if she was forty. He
could not have done better thing, ant
he would be married without any troub,
lesome courting. So he put his arm arounG
Mrs. Muntle's waist, and said :
"Thank you, my dear, consider myself