The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-09-29
A Lucky Loan.

that delightful dolce far ntente state which
generally accompanies post prandial di-
gestion, he chewing his scrubby mustache
fiercely, and glaring around for some OBJ
ject to vent his wrath npon.
Samuel is general delivery clerk in the
post-of1ice of our town. He is single gen.
tleman, aged about thirty, as honest and
good a soul as ever breathed ;has a dry way
about him that is quite amusing, and is
very fond of grumbling-a habit which the
vexatious duties of his position have quite
naturally made him fall into. His par
ticular forte in this line in his chronic i'll
luck, which, by the by, do consider
wholly imaginary.
Glancing casually out Of the window, l
beheld our mutual friend, Jack O'Bandel,
saun tering leisurely by, with his charming
intended, Miss May Moonshine, hanging
tenderly to his arm.
"Sam '' said l, medtatively.
"What is it, GeorgeP" inquired the
epistoary apostle.
"Just see who is passing by"
Sam jerked himself forward and looked.
He started. A scowl black as midnight
gathered upon his intellectual brow, and
in tone of unmstakable sincerity he
ejaculated,-
"ConCound It'll
"Sam - / exclaimed, in tone of mild
that remark before"
"Just to think" Sam rambled on in a
savage soliloquy, that the Insignificant
secretary of an insurance company, with
nothing to recommend him but his impu-
dence, pair of bristly red side-whiskers
and fifteen hundred a year, should swoop
up the only daughter of a equity old fool
worth quarter of million-and all my
fault, too -
"Your fault? What do you mean2
What the deuce have you got to do with
Jacks love AFFAIR.""
"The scoundrel owes his good fortune
solely and entirely to e,and now he walks
by without even deigning to bestow a
glance upon his benefactor. This ingrati-
tude truly is black-diabolical ~
"Look, here, Sam, you have the night
mare--you haven't got over the effects of
your dinner. Or, if such is not the case,
then explain"
"My usual luck !" groaned Sam.
"Sam," said l, with great awakening
ire, 81 command thee, elucidate Whence
this mystery9"
"Listen, George" said Sam, heaving
deep sigh. "Tis now but three months
since, when o'Bandel and /, after having
dined and played game of dominoes at
this very table, which /, of course, lost,
strolled over into the post-of1ice, / to re-
sumo my duties, and he to purchase a
quantity of stamped envelopes. / stepped
around into my Office, Jack waiting at the
delivery window. was just on the point
of handing him his envelopes, when up
stepped rather pretty young lady, of sew
enteen or eighteen summers, and Jack,
with the most unblushing politeness, stood
aside and made way for her.
"The little bread-and butter miss inquir-
ed for a registered letter, with fifty dollars
enclosed, for Miss May Moonshine. l
found the letter at once, and she made an
eager grab for it.
mot so fast" said !, keeping the letter
safe beyond her reach. "You must first
prove identity"
Identify she repeated, pretending
not 70 understand, and assuming an air of
CONSERVATION.
"Of course ~ l exclaimed, with the
sharp accent of the official on duty. "You
must prove that you are in reality the
person for whom the letter is intended"
"Indeed, sir, really didn't know that, :"
she protested in plaintive tone. ~ am
in the city on visit, aud don't know any
one but the McFlimseys, with whom am
stopping, and they have all gone into the
country to-day. have just received word
that my father is dangerously III, and this
money is to defray my expenses homo. Do
please let me have it, sir 70
"Can't do Il |" said, emphatically,
locking the letter up again. It's against
the rules, which ! must stick to-"
snow she began to whimper, but ! re-
NAMED infexible, for was convinced that
she was sly little swindler.
"Now what do behold to my horror I!
o,Bandel is endeavoring to console her, and
while he gives me yenomouS look, he
hauls out his pocket-book, and offers her
his cash. sa
"Here, my dear young lady," he Gays,
81 am happy to be able to offer you succor.
Go to your sick father at once. Here