The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-10-27

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Mr. Flutes, who was short, dark gen.
tleman, with spectacles, surveying his
charges with the air of man who was try
ing to make a good joke of doleful neces-
sity, and failed of success, then stammered
forth something about feeling honorod.
The feelings of the Miss Boggles were
here somewhat relieved by the appearance
of the Miss McNutts, with three masculine
appendages In their train. One, tall,
thin gentleman, with faint, frouzy at
tempt Mt mustache adorning his face,
just such man as ladies we're wont to call
Interesting looking" and who was tri-
umphantly introduced to the company by
Miss Medera McNutts, as Mr. Conrad
Corkery. OF the remaining two, one was
fat, rosy ysaged, and seemed involved in
continual struggle with bis vest, which
persisted in turning up continually, as is
sometimes apt to be the case with fleshy
gentlemen. The third was black-bearded,
with mischievous eyes, and was introduced
as Mr. Wagstaff.
The Miss Boggles looked in vain for
their escort, who was to meet them at the
ferry, and who had also promised to bring
his clarionet, with which to favor the COM
pany. AS time passed on without his APP
pearance, Mr.. Flutes was dispatched in
search of him, while the rest proceeded on
their way. Upon reaching the dock on
the other side, the Miss Boggles espied Mr..
Flutes standing in a melancholy attitude
upon the plank laid between the boat and
the wharf.
"Wouldn't he come ?" simultaneously
called out the party, referring to the youth
of the clarionet.
Z" No, couldn't find him, and got myself
into a profuse perspiratiOn all for nothin',"
rejoined Mr.. Flutes, shortly, at the same
time surveying his damp wristbands, and
savagely grasping his dropping shirt collar.
At length, the boat getting under way, and
the party being comfortably settled on
deck, they prepared to enjoy themselves.
Well, do think, only four gentlemen
to escort all this party of ladies p' exolaim-
ed Miss Medera McNutts, who delighted
in being surrounded by any number of in.
dividuals of the opposite sex, upon whom
she could play off her various airs and
graces. The young lady's observations
were here interrupted, and the whole party
startled by the sudden cry of alarm and
wrath and Mr.. Carlyle Flutes was seen
rushing hatless toward one end of the
boat, the rest simultaneously followed
him.
whats the matter ~ cried all.
Mr.. Flutes, with an anguished express
sion of countenance, pointed to white OBJ
ject floating upon the waves, "My best
Panama, gave five dollars and half for it
this very morning"
But nothing could be done, the hat had
now floated out of sight, and its unfortu-
nate owner returned disconsolate and crest
fallen to his seat. Various measures were
proposed, and at length, Mr.. Flutes, fear
full of catching cold, the air being damp
and chilly, consented to have large red
and dorange-colored handkerchief tied over
his head, which office was performed for
him by the fair hands of Miss Matte Bog
giles, for whom he was supposed to enter
tain an especial prepossession.
After sail of about an hour and a half,
Fort Panspatch, the place of destination,
was reached. AS the party landed, the
singular appearance presented by Mr..
Flutes attracted the unanimous attention
of certain ragged urchins congregated
about the landing, and he was assailed
with the cries Of "Say, Spectacles, where's
your at ?" "0w much did you give for
that bandanna, Mister P'' And one mall
icious little rascal sang out, Ceres the
last new style of bonnet, fresh from Par
ese y Poor Mr.. Flutes contented himself
with glaring angrily upon the offenders,
while Miss Matte Boggles declared 1t was
a "perfect shame" and became exceeding
ly offended with the Miss McNutts who
persisted in keeping up a suppressed gig
Cling. .-
The party now set cut for glove which
invited them from the distance but had
not gone far before the rosy-faced, tleshy
Bohueulah pieNiVuSiy sPOhoh oi3 mr.
Timothy Chubbs by name, came to dead
stop, and solemnly declared it was raining,
" Nonsense, was the universal cry, "it's
doing nothing of the kind" Mr.. Chubbs
resolutely ayerred he had felt the drops on
his nose Some one suggested it might
have been perspiration. This Mr.. Chubbs
emphaticaIly denied, and presently his first
assertion was reluctantly confirmed by sew