The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-03-18

bilI' was not taken up. But TO return 10
our dialogue.
"How can go down there" said l, elf
don't know themP Wait till the pony
runs away with the pony-chaise, and run
forward like true knight-errant and stop
it? Or when the heiress is going for ride
bribe the groom to put piece of holly un-
der the saddle, and when the horse is gal
Looping madly towards precipice, rush for
ward and catch her from the saddle-eh?"
"No, my boy. Change your name from
Philip Fermor to John Westhall, and go
down to see your dear aunt in Cornwall.
You have not seen her since you were
child will tell you all about them /
can. Go down tomorrow and write me
by return-'I came, saw, l conquer
ed.'"
So, after sundry more cigars and another
bottle, we parted for the night, I pretty
we'll primed with information as to Jacks
aunt and dear cousins, not forgetting the
amount of cash possessed by each.
was up early next morning, portman-
teau packed and labelled Mr.. John West
hall. Taking leave of Jack Bumped into
cab, and was soon snugly ensconced in
first-class carriage bound for Sea-view,
Penrhyddell, Cornwall.
The weather was delightful, and ar
rived at my destination in excellent spirits,
fully equal to the enterprise had under
taken. After a ride of an hour got to
Sea-view Lodge. A pretty servant-maid
opened the door.
"Mrs. Winslow at home ?" said l.
Yes sir. What name shall l say,
sir?"
/ was just about giving her my card,
when my name on it struck my eye, and
the thought that was Jack Westhall at
present struck me.
"Mr. Westhall," said l.
was soon ushered into the presence of
Mrs. Winslow, a pretty woman of uncertain
age, who Immediately came forward, ex-
claiming:
"My dear John, am delighted to see
you. Give me kiss. Why, what great
whiskered fellow you have grown. Come
and see the girls"
Now was in for it, took it all very
coolly, and wondered whether the girls
would serve me in the same way. Dismissed
the thought as improbable.
"My dear nephew, John Westhall-
girls. Ada Winslow, Julia Winslow--
John"
We were soon chatting pleasantly to-
gether, and, while successfully exerting
myself to please, had time to observe
and lay down the plan of the campaign.
Ada Winslow, lovely blonde, with the
most bewitching of blue eyes, was evidently
the heiress Jack spoke about as being his
playmate when boy, and as Jack told
me-
81 remember my aunt saying to friend,
1t is the dearest wish of my heart to have
our families united, for Admiral Westhall
is such "a dear FRIEND, So" said he, "you
will find the running easy"
Julia, the other cousin, was nice girl,
tall and Juno-Iike.
edo you remember jumping into the
lake after your little playmante, John ?''
said my aunt.
so yes" said I, on thorns for Jack
never said anything about it. What a
cold she got, poor little dear"
81 don't remember her taking cold after
it, said my aunt "but your memory il
better than mine, l dare say, John"
every likely" said /, though thought
l would not have such good memory in
the future, in case it got me into trouble.
Soon afterwards Captain Penwall call
ed, and walk in the grounds was pro
posed. I led the way with Ada, and fouuc
her most charming companion. Sh'
asked me about the opera and other sub
jects, and drew me out in a surprising man
ner. felt II was the happiest afternoon
had seen in my life. A lovely voice, wei
cultivated mind, with sympathies in
right direction, Joined to handsome form
/ will always have an ennobling effect on
, man; and began to feel very small in M
own estimation, when thought of Jacl
and my mission, and was almost determin
ed to tell Mrs. Winslow, who / was, AM
return to town at once. The thought q
treachery to Jack was the only thing tina
prevented me, and felt bound to th
! wheel.
! "What charming grounds, aunt" said
when we returned.
. Yes, john" said she but you hay
not seen the beauty Of the place yet. Th
. girls must take you TO Merlin's cave"
"Why not have picnic, aunty, dear