The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-04-07

retired to her own room. Tom Trip re-
mained.
"What the deuce am to doP" asked
Jerry. "I never can live upon twelve
hundred dollars year"
"But do" said Tom, "Aud 1 don't
know how to sympathize with man that
can't. I'll tell you what to do, jerry
Marry Lalage-she loves YOU"
"What, and undertake to support two
upon an income which have just said was
insufficient for myself aloneP I'll tell you
what, I'll marry an heiress l swear it by
the great horn spoon ~
"And leave Lalage to die of broken
heart?"
"Pshaw, Toni women don't do that
sort of things nowadays. Besides, thered
be better chance for you if was mar
ried, that is, if as you say, she does care
something for me-"
He blushed, for he aOas jealous of jerry,
though he had striven not to show it.
While Jerry was wealthy, he had felt that
there was no hope for him but now he
considered himself greater "catch" than
Jerry, for he could earn a living, and he
was working himself up in the world slow
ly but surely, while Jerry-why, he didn't
work at all, but let things slide at very
rapid downward pace.
But just at this moment the bell rang,
and Jerry and Tom went down to tea.
Jerry sat opposite Miss Mcknight,
maiden lady of thirty-fve. She was very
ugly looking and very sarcastic, and she
was in the habit of shooting her sharp
pointed arrows at poor Jerry since the
death of Julinah, she had so little respect
quently about his aunt's will. But to-
night she was in better mood, and greet
ed our hero with smile. Jerry was good
natured too, and they slipped their tea, and
chatted in the most sociable manner. Lal-
age noticed it and wondered and Tom saw
it, and laughed inwardly, for he thought,
swell, why shouldn't he be sociable with
her? He just told me that he was bound
Knight with plenty of money, and all in
her own hands. To be sure, she isn't
handsome, and She's rather aged, but of
course he must expect to take the bitter
with the sweet"
That evening Jerry spent in Miss Nc
Knights parlor, or room, which he had
never entered before, and how they passed
the time together is more than know, but
at ten o'clock, when Tom Tripp passed the
door, he heard Miss Mcknight reading
"Maud Muller" and thought he heard
Jerry snore. ,r.
Tom chuckled to himself as he passed on,
but had he known that another pair of ears
than his were listening, and another pair
of eyes were watching for Jerry, perhaps
he wouldn't have gone to bed in such ex-
traordinarily good with himself and
everybody else. He might have wondered
at a certain woman's infatuation, but he
would have known why she had not been
down in the public parlor where he had
waited and wished for her the entire eve-
ming.
The next morning Jerry was going down
to breakfast. 1t was late. The rest of the
gentlemen had been gone down town an
hour at least "I'll just take peep at
Lalage," said he, tapping at her door. "I
feel rather dry and husky after passing a
whole evening with Miss Mcknight, and a
,oao,, ot aloc,o Mill rafrasl, mn d;d haya
pleasant nap, though, while she was
reading poetry to me. Egad if she hadn't
been so deaf she must have heard me
snore, for 1 know that it was my own
trumpet that awakened me-"
He knocked three times, but there was
no answer. Just then little Miss Smith
came tripping down stairs
Lalage has gone Mr., Bilzmith."
"Gone where" And Jerry's coun-
tenance fell. so
"To Bramleigh She had telegram
this morning, and she had to go right
away. Somebody's sick, believe or dy-
ing" 500 5000
"And she didn't stop to bid fellow
good-by," muttered Jerry, turning away.
"Why, you were fast asleep, Mr.. BilS-
mith but as you feel so bad about good
by, let me inform you that there's some
body in the breakfast-room, slipping her
coffee and waiting to bid you good-morn-
ing p" aa
f"Confound her" muttered Jerry.
nHs- O. 49, n 4
SPY George believe they're all laugh
ing at me, and no wonder. But won't
sec the Mcknight any more. She's had