The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-06-03

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Gshall I wait upon you to Mrs. Miller'sq'
asked Martin, simply.
"If you please"
And the pair walked down the yard
Mrs. Pell saw with kind of dismay that
Matilda's bonnet was just above Martins
flat cap. "I wish, father he had on his
tall hat, she said. Old Martin pounded
his knee with his fist, and broke his pipe.
Lord, used to smash pipes in. New
London. But it's no use, Amy, we amt
high enough up in the world for them
Northwoods. Martin must have blowed
out his wits with that darned offclide he
has gone from one big thing to another,
and now if he amt trying to reach up to
that six-foot gall" .lUtl
"Pll tell you what he's got to. He put
that gal over our fence when he thought
she was in danger, when that Edgar Willis
jumped over, and left her behind him."
Old Martins cup was full. He could say
nothing, but stared at the fire till Amy
began to be alarmed. Then she said,
solemnly, "Suppose go there.''
"Where upon arth, father?"
" To New London, to tell 'em his GER
cumstances, you know. There was man
there who used to advise me ON just such
pints."
Amy put old Martin to bed at once,
with spoonful of picra and gin, and he
was himself next day.
Matilda shook hands with young Martin
at the Millers' door, and saying the simplest
thing she could conjure up, told him that
but for his impulse that night she might
have been much farther off-and showed
him the skirt of her dress; there was rent
in it which turned him cold to look at
Yes" he replied, al thought the horse
was bearing down on you when / caught
you. oh, heavens ~ and he clapped his
hands with passion 81 am all gratitude.
But you mustn't thank me. Yes, you may,
but l only did what ought to have done
for my helpless person"
"And Edgar Willis?"
He is not a blacksmith, and is to be
excused. This was Martins first sarcasm.
"Well, good night'-and Matilda put
out her hand again she only felt the tips
of his fingers, and could not decide whether
his hand was rougher than her fathers.
She was silent on the way home her
brother entertained her with an account of
the circus trouble and upset. He had seen
Edgar Willis with the man that had been
turned out of his buggy, and he could not
tell who looked the most scared.
The world went on the same afterward.
Martin drove work like the very old chepi,
old Martin remarked to Amy but he fell
Off on his musical evenings, appearing rest
less of nights, and went about more One
night he brought home bran new suit of
Clothes with blue neck-tie, and told his
his mother he had joined the Cotillion
party. Every week there was to be one,
and he had engaged to play in the band
alternate weeks; the other nights he should
go on the floor.
Now who was that plaguy chap in New
London" said old Martin, musingly-
''who used to cut such tremenjis pigeons
wings ?'
MARTINI" said his mother, sadly, 81
almost wish father and had stayed in his
New London it might have forraded your
plans, and you been the better for it. /
feel as if we were your drawbacks-and
how could we help being poor ignorant
creatures? And oh, Martin, see how YOU
are eddicating yourself; we did not think
of doing so, and don't know how to make
things out"
you see," interpolated old Martin.
"he has got stammini, and status, and
sinking fund of character, which we
haven't"
" Never you mind, old man--got bacca,
haven't you? Smoke it. Mother, list 90
right on helping me. It's all right, I tell
you. Where's my billed shirt ?"
Unfortunately, at the first party Martin
played, perched upon the little platform
behind one fiddle, clarionet, and flute,
he looked very small and his dreadful in
strument very large. 1t was remarked
how very mild young Martin played that
night. Somebody told Matilda Northwood
that he was staring his head off at her.
N.Y." exclaimed another, elf the mu-
sicians are going in for staring, Tilly will
have conniptions."
" BY no means" calmly replied Matilda,
turning her full regards upon Martin, who
did not happen to be playing at that mo
ment. His quiet fair face was flushed,
and his fair hair, brushed off his forehead,