The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-09-15

| weatners and all hours; and SO one night
some ruffian, who did not know how empty
his wallet was, attacked him in a lonely
place, and left him for dead.
A farmer going homeward early, carried
him in his cart, and he was cared for as
well as might be but broken leg and
dislocated shoulder are no light matters
and Dolly hardly knew what to do Or
where to turn. She was only sure of one
thing, her love for Richard, which grew
greater with every trial.
For the sake of this she put her pride
down, and leaving the servant with her
husband one day, trudged over to her
uncle's house. AS she drew near, she re-
flected on the fact that she was actually
in need of charity. 1t was a bitter
thought
She paused within sight of the house,
hardly daring to go on and as she did SO,
she saw that all tho blinds were down.
Some one was dead.
Faint with terror, Dolly hurried on. In
the hall, her sisters, who had seen her
coming, fastened to meet her. Uncle
Gillet was dead. He had expired suddenly
at the dinner table, and the ladies were
overcome with grief and excitement. But
they put their arms about Dolly, and prom
sed her to do all they could.
"Just now it isn't much said Georgina.
"But we shall be rich women and will
help you constantly"
H.,
on" said Milly. "Poor dear man He
shall see that we can be friends and if you
like, we'll take two of the children"
"Never that" said poor Dolly. "Thank
you, but they are our jewels"
Georgina smiled. .
"Uncle meant kindly" she said, "but
it is hard. We're lonely sometimes, Dolly;
Milly only meant that"
Then Dolly's heart melted.
"They shall come to see you often, she
said.
She went into the dead mans chamber
and wept over the quiet figure lying there
and went home again with her bowl of
wine and jelly, and few sovereigns.
"We'll be able to do so much more"
said Milly, "when the will has been
read"
"You've paid dearly for yielding to me,
Dolly" said the suffering man, as she
ministered to him. "Don't you wish
you were still Miss Gillet and an heiress q''
But Dolly said "No," from her heart
Neither did she feel anything but tender
sorrow for the prejudiced old man, whom
she had been very fond of. "I chose"
she said to herself, "and chose WE'LL"
She went to the funeral, Georgina send
ing her the black dress. AS she sat in the
parlor afterwards, awaiting the reading of
the will, her thoughts wandered back into
the past; and the monotonous rendering
of the saids and aforesaids made no i'm
preston upon her, until her own name
caught her ear. Then she looked up. Mil
licent and Georgina were both staring hard
at her.
"What is it?" she asked timidly. "I
did not hear"
Millicent had covered her face with her
handkerchief, and was crying. Georgina
had flushed red as peony.
cit means that we've been slaves all
these years for nothing,' she said, "You
are the heiress. What have you been
thinking of that you have not heard.
What Georgina said was true. Eccen-
trio to the last Uncle Gillet had left all his
fortune to the niece who had married be-
cause as he stated, she had proved to him
that there was such thing as love in the
world and had left to his single nieces
who had crushed their hearts for moneys
sake, five hundred dollars year, lest some
fortune-hunter should marry them for their
money.
Yes, Dolly was the heiress and Rush
might take his own time in getting well,
and have no anxiety about money and for
this reason Dolly was glad; but she said
to her sisters that what was hers was theirs
and soothed them with tender, loving kind
ness for their great disappointment.
Georgina lives with her still, but Milli-
cent does not. Rufus King heard of what
had happened and came back to Atwater.
He had bald head, and her pink cheeks
were gone, but they both remembered the
apple orchard, and so there was another
wedding. And somebody told me, the
other day, that Oliver Robb, having lost
his first wife, had been heard to say that
Georgina Gillet was the flnest-looking lady
in Atwater, IL she was forty. So who
knows what may happen nextP
Social Honor.
Every person should cultivate nice
sense Of honor. In a hundred different