The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-10-13
Gbe 0inrcs, Nep BLOOMFIELD, 91a.


health, as / feared this would lead to the
Medusa herself being summoned to pay her
respects to me, but went straight to the
cause of my visit, dreading lest Smith
should forestall me. Drawing my chair
closer and closer to hers, we rang the
usual changes upon the topic of the wealth
er and then with the exhaustion of the
subject came an interval of silence--a hush
Of nature as it were. Still nearer to her
approached then taking her willing hand
in mine, murmured, Dearest"
She had evidently been expecting the
avowal Of my love, for, without drawing
back her hand, she whispered, Uri dear,
go on, do so like to hear you talk
Thus encouraged, proceeded ".Sweet-
est, you bid me talk. All, love, had ten
thousand tongues they could lisp no name
so treasured as your own. Dearest, love
you-you know it. Long has my heart been
yours. Why have my visits here been so
frequent? Because, dearest, you were the
magnet that attracted me. Tell me, may
not call you mine ?"
"Oh Uri dear, this is so sudden, so un-
expected-give me time to consider"
"Not an hour, not a moment" 1 OK
claimed, in the mad enthusiasm of my
love. "I would have my answer at once
this anxiety cannot brook"
"Then, Uri dear, will be yours, and
yonrs alone"
In moment 1 had clasped her waist, and
imprinted kiss upon her cheek. "That
ratifies our compact. Now tell me, dear
est, how long is it since you knew loved
you?"
"Oh, a long time, Uri, dear-a very long
time, almost as long as l have known you.
But you have not yet told me how we are
to live, Uri. You know have small
income but it is not sufficient for us
both"
Three hundred pounds per annum a
small income Twas thus slightly she
spoke of her wealth. Oh how loved the
girl 1 felt the inferiority Of my position
at once, but summoned courage and told
her of my income and prospects.
/
"Oh, Uri, DEAR" she murmured, her
head resting upon my shoulder and her face
upturned to mine, am more than salts
fed. Oh how have longed for, yet fear
ed, the arrival of this moment"
"Then, my betrothed, you confess to
having loved me ere my avowal
Never shall forget the ecstasy that
filed my soul as she replied, hesitatingly,
Yes Uri, almost from the commence
ment of our acquaintance.
Darling girl "And what, dearest" l
continued in my delirious joy; "What
trait in my character charmed you most,
what led to my winning your heart? Was
it my poetic genius?' ?'
"Oh, no, twas your resemblance to
Algy."
"Algy? do you mean your stepfatherF'
"No, my second husband"
Great Powers had proposed to the
Gorgon of mother. In the horribly poetic
twilight had mistaken Mrs. johnson for
her daughter. The fatal resemblance of
voice and height proved my betrayal, and
sank back in my chair dumb-founded.
Next Wednesday, what some people call
an interesting ceremony, is to be gone
through at the Church of st. Magnus-cum-
Little Benjamin. If l survive till then,
am to be dragged to the hymeneal altar by
Mrs. johnson; and Immediately after she
has legally become Mrs. Quick, the detest-
able Smith is to wed the lovely Araminta
and her $500 per annum. For me there is
nought but genteel poverty and petticoat
government. feel it is coming. Should
my spouse be again widowed (as is more
than likely, may tho earth lie light upon
my blighted corpse