The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-11-10


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AS soon as William left the city, Mrs.
Curtis ordered her carriage and drove to
aunt Rachel's cottage. Mary met her with
surprise, but seeing smile on her face,
forgot her wrongs in momeut, and well
coined her with kiss. After few min
utes' conversation with the family, she
took Mary aside and told her of Williams s
promotion--that he had called to see her
the day before-that the subject of their
attachment came up-that she had given
her cheerful consent, and that William de-
sired her to call and bid her goodbye for
him, as he had started that morning on a
business tour which would occupy him
several months.
Mary, too, was deceived and in her Joy
clasped her aunt in her arms, while her
tears fell like the autumn rain. Dear Mary!
that fountain of thine must be deep, or it
would have been wept dry ere this !
William was soon at his journeys end
and absorbed with. the cares connected
with the opening of his new business
Mary was still busy with her needle-her
heart relieved of great load of sorrow, and
her expanding hope tinging with new
beauty every object around her-a most
delicious illusion
Weeks passed away, and those two low
ing and wronged hearts began to wonder
at each others silence; but each remem-
bered the mutual vow--to be faithful under
all crcumstances-and trusted.
" Affection knows no change of cline,
And true love knows no waning;
Though 1t is sunshine all the time,
Or all the time be raining"
While they wait and wonder, let us wit
ness another turn in the coiling of the SER
pent in their paradise.
On apleasant summer morning, the ed
itor of the Universal Advertiser'' stood
in his private Office writing at his desk.
He heard sharp knocking at his door, and
opened it to well dressed lady, who en-
tered with business air, not unmixed with
a show of haughtiness.
GA fee ~ said the editor, to himself,
whose sheet was always at the service of
anybody that would pay well.
Is this Mr.. Quill, the editor of the Ad-
vertiser?" asked the lady.
cit is, madam; eau I do anything for
you this mornings"
81 wish you to insert in your morning
paper two paragraphs. They must be
printed in separate papers, and only one
copy of each struck off. They are not for
the public, but for my private use. What
must pay?"
Let me see the paragraphs, if you
please" said Mr.. Quill, holding out his
hand for scrap of paper which the lady
held between her fingers. Looking at the
writing moment and then glancing at the
lady's rich silks and costly jewels, he
answered,
some hundred dollars, madam"
She Immediately handed him the money,
and rose to depart.
"Call at this hour tomorrow morning, "
said Mr.. Quill, "and they will be ready for
you"
The lady retired, and the editor turned
to his desk to finish a severe article he had
commenced writing, on the corruptions of
the city government.
A week after this scene, William Belts
was sitting in his counting-room after the
business of the day was over, waiting the
return of his clerk, who had gone to the
post-ofiice for his daily budget of letters
and papers. He was thinking of Mary, and
hoping-how many times had disappoint-
ment overtaken the same hope !-hoping
that this mail would bring some tidings
from the object Of his love. The budget
was soon before him. Snatching up the
letters, he glanced rapidly at each, and
threw them down with an expression of
sorrow--for they all bore business stamp.
He then took up "The Daily Advertiser, -
paper he seldom saw, and eagerly sought
the obituary corner with a kind of pre-
sentiment that the paper had come to him
on some mournful mission. The first
record that met his eye was as follows:
"In B., on the Goth, very suddenly, at
the residence II her aunt, Mary Curtis, daugh-
ter Of the late Joseph Curtis, Of this city, aged
eighteen"
The cruel shock--the almost distracting
grief-the many days of comfortless desc
lation that followed this announcement,
May be readily conceived.
A few days before this, Mrs. Curtis, on
her daily ride, stopped her carriage before
aunt Rachel's door, and without alighting,
called for Mary, and with sad counte-
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