The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-09-22
For the Bloomfield Times
Mr.. Rivers Disappointment.

"Yes, SIR"
In few moments sweet voice was
heard singing lively little air--there was
light tap at the door, followed by the en-
trance of his ward.
"Sit down, my love-" said Mr.. Rivers,
with the sweetest smile, "I have some
thing to say to you of the greatest i'm
portance.
Jessie complied, and her guardian con-
tinued
" observation-disclosures how old are you,
Jessie?' promised Mr.. Rivers.
go am SO old" replied Jessie, pretend
ing to look very grave, "why only think,
dear gardy, tomorrow l shall be seven
teen p
"Seventeen-hem-very well. Jessie,
my love, how should you like to be mar
ried ?"
Married why, gardy-me married P'
&c Yes, my love-" with another sweet
smile chow would you like to have an
establishment of your own-to be your own
mistress-do as you pleased, and"
"And suppose should say yes, where
am to find husband ?"
"That is question / am happily pre-
pared to answer" replied Mr.. Rivers, with
honeyed voice and smile to match" but
cannot you guess, my dearP"
But Jessie could not-and so Mr.. Rivers
proceeded to the enlightenment of her dull
comprehension by promising
"You already know him, ard know
ing, trust already love him-for he has
ever been near you-he is one who"
go it is Claude p' cried Jessie, clapping
her little hands and blushing like rose.
" No, it is not Claude" land this time
there was no SMILE and sorry should be
to see you welded to that hair-brained,
wild nephew Of mine. :"
"But who is it then, dear gardy? (al-
though know / shall not like him p') she
added, in low voice.
Mr.. Rivers took her hand, pressed very
gently, and said:
"In me, dear Jessie, behold him Yes
l. Twill be that happy man-your hus-
band"
"You gardy, you ~ and then such a
laugh clear and musical as the notes of
the sky-lark it burst from her merry heart.
Why she should laugh Mr.. Rivers could
not imagine, so he patted her little head
and said:
"Be quiet, my dear, do, and hear what
have to say: In marrying me you at once
become your own mistress-my fortune
shall be at your disposal l-house-servants
-equipage, all are yours-and in me you
will possess husband ever but too happy
to anticipate your slightest wishes. Speak,
then, my dearest girl, and tell me you will
be mine."
But when Jessie looked up and met the
countenance of her guardian so done to
represent a sentimental lover, her mirth
again burst forth, until the patience of even
the imperturbable Mr.. Rivers was moved.
The result was, smiles were exchanged for
tears, and flying to her chamber poor
Jessie wept as if her little heart would
break. The native buoyancy of her dis
position, however, soon chased away the
tears as fit the clouds of an April day be-
fore the cheerful sun-so springing from
her seat she bathed her tell-tale eyes, ar
ranged her disordered toilet, and then be-
gan to contemplate seriously the prospects
before her. She had been accustomed to
consider the words of her guardian as laws
she must obey--his wishes ever to be re-
frar,Iad In Y,rafaranoa m har ouytn p,,t nox.,
alas it is no longer the guardian, the
father, who speaks-no, these wishes are
now revealed to her in the guise of lover
The tic which has so long bound him to
her filial affections he himself now rends,
that she may be his by nearer, dearer
bond
What am to do - thought Jessie,
"and what will Claude say Ah, right, l
will run and ask dear Claude all about it. {"
And the next moment she was tripping
through the shrubbery, and the next, arm
in arm with handsome young man in a
green hunting, jacket. Do you see now
how Claude stamps his foot--now hear her
merry laugh--he raves-she entreats.
SCI But what could do Claude? | could
not tell dear gardy he was too old, and too
foolish--no, nor could not tell him l did
not love him, for do love him dearly"
Indeed Miss Jessie,' pettishly inter
rupts Claude.
s. Yes, indeed Mr.. Claude--and so do
you too-but then do not want to marry
him, do I?'
mol nor you shall not o the old fox
marry my little Jessie-not he indeed /!