The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-12-22

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to tell you that--that he--loves me-"
"He loves you r repeated the father
passionately, seizing his now blushing
daughter by the arm. &c How dared he to
dream even of loving you; and how have
you dared to encourage his presumptionP
He loves you The audacious beggar And
you were afraid that would not consent
that might forbid your meeting him
again. Your fears were prophetic. l
would rather see you in your coffin than
consent to your marriage with beggarly
teacher. And mark my words, if ever
know you to speak to that fellow again,
will discard you forever Do youhear meP"
Poor Ella could scarcely be said to hear.
Grief and terror had almost paralyzed her
but every word smote keenly on her heart.
Satisfied with the effect of his angry
words, and perhaps half regretting that he
had been so harsh, for he was not naturally
hard hearted man, Mr.. Stanwood closed
the interview by desiring his daughter to
retire to her apartment, and there remain
till his farther wishes in regard to her
should be made known. And the unhappy
girl obeyed with alacrity, glad to be allowed
to indulge her grief in the welcome solitude
of her chamber.
"Well, Mrs. Stanwood have decided
how to act in regard to that troublesome
Ella. She shall be freed from her impris-
onment soon," Hs s.a
laI 10 ho
child looks wretohedly. Every day she
grows more pale and languid, and her eyes
are dull and heavy with continual weeping"
"Change of scene, and country air will
soon restore the light to her eye and the
roses to her cheeks"
"Change of soene-country air. Mr..
Stanwood ?'
eyes, have concluded to take her off
to my sister Amela's."
"Away off in New England ?" said the
wife, dolefully. .
"Only two days journey, my dear; and
then she will be in no danger of meeting
Mr.. Frank Ardley--confound himl Though
if he has spark of feeling he will never
seek to renew the acquaintance after the
language l addressed to him the other day."
How long lie Bna to be absentP' asked
Mrs. Stanwood, after silence of some mo-
ments.
"Until autumn. She will enjoy herself
very much at her aunts, and the entire
novelty of her surroundings will soon OBJ
literate the remembrance of this silly,
schoolgirl attachment"
Mr. Stanwood's decisions, as he was wont
to boast, were always Gas fixed as the laws
of the Medes ahd Persians," therefore Mrs.
Stanwood made no opposition to his pro-
ject, though she much regretted the
threatened separation from her only living
child.
Elias ample wardrobe was soon put in
order, and on the next morning she started
on her journey. On reaching Boston, Mr..
Stanwood, greatly 10 his satisfaction, met
with some friends who would pass by the
town near which dwelt his sister, and
placing Ella under their care, with many
kind words and caEesses, (for his violent
anger had entirely died away,) he parted
from his daughter, and returned home.
The home Of Mrs. Rand, Elias aunt, was
situated near one of New England's pref
tiest villages. A narrow path, thickly sot
with naples, led up to the house, which
wasa quaint Old-fashioned building, with
mossy caves projecting over long, narrow
windows that were almost concealed by,
climbing roses and wOOdbine. The long
sweeping branches of two ancient elms
completely shaded the front of the house
and to Ella the whole place had a gloomy
forlorn aspect quite repelling.
Mrs Rand received her young relative,'
whom she now saw for the first time, with
great cordiality; but Ella, low-spirited and
weary, was in no mood to appreciate her
friendliness, and was glad to avail herself
Of the old lady's suggestion that she should
retire to her room and refresh herself with
nap before tea-time. IL was luxury to
find herself alone in the neat, oOleIamber,
perfumed with the odors of the roses that
peeped in through the snowy curtains No
way inclined to take the prescribed nap, she
lay vacantly looking out on the broad ex-
panse Of hni and vale while her thoughts
returning to the home from which she was
now so far distant, dwelt sadly on the
change the past two weeks had wrought
on the clouds that had SO suddenly arisen
in her hitherto unelouded sky.
Her meditations we're poorly calculated |
to raise her spirits. and Mrs. Rand was