The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-12-15

Congressman, wished to make Miss Wyett
mistress of the Baggs mansion and sharer
of the Baggs money, but his offer was re-
jected.
When at last the one unmarried minister
of Bowerton, who had been the desire Of
many hearts, manfully admitted that he
had proposed and been rejected, and that
Miss Wyett had informed him that she
was already engaged, all the Bowerton
girls declared that Helen Wyett was a
darling old thing, and that it was perfectly
shameful that she couldn't be let alone.
After thus proving that their own hearts
were in the right place, all the Bowerton
girls asked each other who the lucky man
could be.
OF course he couldn't be Bowerton
man, for Miss Wyett was seldom seen in
company with any gentleman. He must
be a Boston mamie was probably very
literary-Boston men always were.
Besides, if he was at all fit for her, he
must certainly be very handsome.
Suddenly Miss Wyett became the rage
among the Bowerton girls. Blushingly
and gushingly they told her of their own
loves, and they showed her their lovers, or
pictures of those gentlemen.
Miss Wyett listened, smiled and sympa-
thized, and when they sat silent expectant
of similar condolences, they were dis
appointed, and when they endeavored to
learn even the slightest particular of Helen
Wyett's love, she changed the subject of
conversation so quickly and decidedly
that they had not the courage to re-
new the attempt.
But while most Bowertonians despaired
of learning much more about the Wyetts,
and especially about Helen's lover, there
was one who had resolved not to know the
favored man, but to do him some frightful
injury, and that was little Guzzy.
Though Guzzy's frame was small, his
soul was immense, and Helen's failure to
comprehend Guzzy's greatness when he
laid it all at her feet had made Guzzy ex-
tremely bilious and gloomy.
Many night, when Guzzy's soul and
body should have been taking their rest,
they roamed in company up and down the
quiet street on which the Wyett's cottage
was located, and Guzzy's eyes, instead of
being fixed on the sweet pictures in dream
land, gazed vigilantly in the direction of
Mrs. Wyett's gate.
AT length there came time when most
men would have despaired.
Love is warm, but what warmth is proof
against the chilling blasts and pelting rains
of the equinoctial storm
But then it was that the fervor of little
Guzzy's soul showed itself; for wrapped
in the folds of a waterproof overcoat, he
paced his accustomed beat with the calm
ness Of faithful policeman.
And he had his reward.
AS one night he stood unseen against the
background of a high wall, opposite the
residence of Mrs. Wyett he heard the gate
her gate--creak on its hinges.
1t could be no ordinary visitor, for it was
after nine o'clock-it must be he.
Hah the lights were out He would be
disappointed, the villain Now was the
time, while his heart would be bleeding
with sorrow, to wither him with reproach-
es. To be sure he seemed large man, while
Guzzy was very small, but Guzzy believed
his own thin legs to be faithful in an emer-
gency.
The unknown man knocked softly at the
front door, then he seemed to tap at sever
al of the windows.
Suddenly he raised one of the windows,
and Guzzy, who had not until then sus-
pected that he had been watching house
BREAKER sped away like the wind and
alarmed the solitary constable of Bower
ton.
That functionary requested Guzzy to no
tify Squire Jones, justice of the peace, that
there was business ahead, and then hasten
ed away himself.
Guzzy labored industriously for some
moments, for Squire Jones was very old,
and very cautious and very stupid but he
was at last fully aroused, and then Guzzy
had an opportunity to reflect on the great
ness which would be his when Bowerton
knew of his meritorious action.
An instant later the constable entered,
followed by two smartlooking men, who
had between them third man, securely
handcufed.
Ihe prisoner was very handsome, intel
ligent-looking young man, except for
pair Of restless, overweight eyes.
There's a difference Of opinion bout
who the prisoner belongs to-" said the
constable, addressing the squire "and we