The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-12-29

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father"
"And you may add," said the old man,
with grim smile, "the Wycherly home
stead to her portion, also." .
The Wycherly homestead Pr repeated
Mr.. Hunt. 81 cannot say that I ever
heard of it before"
La, ha ~ roared Capt. Wycherly, who
relished his joke now and then. 81 dare
say you never did-ha, ha Ten acres in
all, and the most barren, unproductive soil
onceivable-covered with rocks and water
ed by the blackest, dirtiest stream that
ever ran, with few gnarled and moss
grown apple trees, shading a log hut in
their midst-such is the birthplace of all
the dead and gone Wycherlys for genera
tions pasta magnificent place--ha, ha =
Or stay instead of putting it in the will,
suppose you make out deed of the place,
and present it to Mrs. Josephine Marty as
wedding gift from her affectionate father,
on condition that she and her husband
spend the honeymoon there. I've heard
that my gentleman was something of an
amateur artist, and he cannot fail to adj
mire the scenery"
And with this parting joke the Captain
went his way.
SO that evening Mrs. Josie Marty, sitting
by her husbands side, in their boarding.
house apartments, was surprised with a
| packet of paper from the Office of Hunt &
Ketchum, setting forth the above condi-
tions, and endorsing the deed to the Wy
cherly homestead.
"We will go ; won't we, Duke ?" whis-
pered Josie, and her red lips quivering, and
tear or two glittering on the silken brown
lashes that shaded her sweet, blue eyes,
81 think we'd better go, dear not for the
land, which, it appears, is worthless
enough, but it is papa's request, and, per-
haps-it's the last-he ever will make p'-
and here she broke down in tempest of
sobs and tears.
For although she had wilfully disobeyed
him, yet, next to her husband, Josie loved
the stern, tyrannical old man whom she
called father.
Captain Wyoherly was i'll. Servants
went to and fro through the elegant rooms,
trying in vain to satisfy the capricious
whims of the childish old man, who, now
that his fit Of passion was over, longed
daily and hourly for the presence Of his
child-his darling Josie. But his stubborn
pride was not yet humbled enough to allow
him to seek her, and so the weary days
went by, and he heard no tidings of his
daughter, whose face he had not seen since
the morning of her wedding day.
At last, when golden dandelions and
delicate anemones began to write their
sweet promises of spring all over field and
wood, and infused a warmer tint into the
the golden sunshine, Captain Wycherly
could sit at his chamber window and look
out upon familiar scenes
"What house is that ?" he asked of
John, the servant, pointing to an elegant
brown stone mansion, of palatial dimen-
sions, which occupied the place formerly
dedicated to row of tenements.
"That, sir" said garrulous John, "Why
that's the new house built by q foreign
gentleman, who took fancy to the place,
strand paid a good round sum for it, too.
Why, they say there's no end to his mon
ey; and he has title besides-lord or
duke something, sir, whatever it may be.
Perhaps you've seen 'em, sirP'
And John, who regarded his master
as sort of travelled paragon, to whom
nothing foreign would be at all unfamiliar,
from royal duke to Bengal tiger, looked
up for reply.
"Yes, John, I've seen 'em and can't
say they look much different from other
people, except a triae uglier, perhaps"
ooh, sir, not any better than other peo-
pie and she-the 'dukess' mean--send-
ing you all that nice wine when you were
i'll Yes, and the bouquets, and"
"Stop John--What do you meanP''
"Why, sir when they first came the
lady heard that you were ILL., and she sent
over a bottle of rare wine, with her COM
pliments and every day since then she has
sent a servant to make inquiries about you,
sir and always a bouquet of choice flowers
for your sick-room--not that you ever
noticed 'em, sir, more than II they had
been chips, sir" said John, with some
disgust "and so ] told tho man who
brought them, but they came every day
just the same"
"And Why" said his gruff master,
touched more than he would have chosen