The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-10-27
For the Bloomfield Times.
THE, ,PHANTOMS OF ST. MARK.
A Story with an Excellent Moral.


A HUSBAND and wife were having a
IN violent quarrel and as you passed the
door you would have heard the lady's voice
in angry tones, saying:
"Do you hear me, Sir"
No answer.
=" have been talking to you for the last
half-hour, sir"
"Bless, me, thought it was much long
erp' was the reply.
"I understand your sneer, sir, perfectly /;
you are getting tired Of me. am properly
served l had no business to marry you
twelve months agoI was my own mis-
tress."
az know it, my lady, and now you want
to be mine" t-rs.f'H .l'Fr
"Upon my word, Sir Methusalah, you
improve !" f.
"I wish the virtue was infectious 1
should be delighted to see my whole family
inoculated with the same disposition"
"Sir Methusalah, your inuendos are un-
pardonable since our wedding-day you
have become miserably altered man p'
"Couldn't you favor me with an II be-
fore the altered?"
81 could indeed if you had your deserts.
1 am your wife, sir y 1
"If that's one of them willingly dis
pense with the rest"
"Sir Methusalahi In one word-do you
intend to pass the season in London or
not?'
"Not p'
"What do you mean by replying in that
abrupt and extraordinary manner, sir?"
"You wished an answer in one word :
gave it to oblige, but there's no pleasing
you"
every good Very good indeed, sir /
know what you are aiming at you want to
make me lose my temper p
"I wish you could, and let my worst
enemy find it. I'd ask no more terrible re-
vengev'
edo you suppose married you for this,
sir?' fsf-
"No."
For what then?"
"To convince me that money could not
ensure happiness, and that ten thousand a
year very frequently buys ten thousand
times more plaques than pleasures. Good
morning my LADY, Holt
"Good morning, my torment"
The conversation recorded above passed
between gentleman on the shady side of
fifty, but still possessed of hale person
and distinguished bearing, and, spite Of a
taste of the vixen in her kindling eye, and
rather moro than taste of it in her nimble
tongue, remarkably pretty woman OF
about five and twenty.
Lady Methusalah Rust exchanged her
maiden for her present name more at the
instigation of her friends than from the
warm propptipgs of her ewn heart.
The6isparity of years between the par
ties waslin her prudent mothers opinion
amply compensated by the very handsome
fortune possessed by Sir Methusalah. If he
was old, SO was his baronetcy SO were the
title deeds of his estate, the timber upon it,
and even the very wine in his cellars.
He had it in his power to dover wife
eligibly and provide for scampish younger
sons and cousins to the tenth generation.
Besides all this, Sir Methnsalah was EN-.
phatically " scholar and gentleman -
possessing the esteem of his equals and the
love and respect of his tenants and de.
pendants.
His establishment was an extensive one,
kept up after the manner of the "Fine old
English gentleman. His domestics like Q
good landlord, were ga host in themselves, .
but those whose interests are connected
with the present sketch were only three
viz John Thomas, the butler Con Swee
ny, the groom and pretty plump Patty
Pride, My lady's own ladies' maid.
John Thomas was thorough Eng
ishman and most unadnlterated cockney
London with John Thomas was the world
those born within the sound of "Bowbells'
the selected-silver spoon-mouth portions o.
society those denied that privilege pitiabl'
persons indeed. John Thomas was very
sausage of prejudices small portions o.