The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-10-27
self, sobbing, into his arms, and in the
deep recesses Of her soul, implore Heaven

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deep recesses of her soul, implore Heaven
to spare,
p" SO good, so noble and so kind man."
John Thomas revulsion Of feeling was
nothing short of marvellous He patron
lied his quondam rival to an unheard of
extent-never made the slightest allusion
to White boys ribbon men or the halien
hact, " and desisted entirely from reading
aloud--as had been his custom and glory
all paragraphs headed " Another barbarous
murder in Hreland," and TRADES against
Daniel O'Connell
Con Sweeney was touched to the soul by
this very handsome conduct in what he
believed to be corpse on short leave of
absence. He nursed John Thomas with
the gentlest assiduity through long and
severe fit of the gout, and John Thomas
returned the compliment, if possible with
interest, when the vicious Chestnut jam
med Con against the park-wall and broke
his arm, as John Thomas believed merely
by way of practice to perform the same
operation on his neck.
If it was, and who doubts it a pleasant
sight to see the generous affection of Sir
Methusalah and deep and beautiful devo-
tion of my lady, it was no less delightful
to mark the honest and friendly exchange
of kindness between fat John Thomas and
daring Con Sweeney.
AS for Patty Pride, still plump and pro-
yokingly pretty as ever, thinking both her
beauX doomed to become occupants of
premises only suited for the reception Of
single gentlemen, she SO subdued her CO
quetry, and divided her attentions, that
they more added to the happiness than dis
quietude of her admirers.
Thus had matters stood for twelve
months ; each dreadiDg but fully expecting
the death OF the other. f
On the fatal anniversary all felt convin-
ced the prediction would be fulfilled, and
determined to show their respect for those
about to depart
"To another and better world"
Sir Methusalah appeared at the breakfast
table with white face, sable suit, and sad
heart.
Lady Rush was in the deepest widows
weeds. ul
They startled on seeing each others
costume ; they were speechless, but the
tears burst from my lady's eyes as she
thought, "this is confirming PRESENT.
ment." ,It ,.ot
Sir Methusalah was we'll nigh choked as
the same idea flashed across his mind.
"You are in black, Patty darlint r'
I" So are you, Mr.. Sweeney, and, bless
my heart, so is Mr.. Thomas"
" Who for?" inquired one of the other
servants.
"Ha hexcellent hindividooal," blubber-
ed out John Thomas ; "Pd give my right
and to save him." and as he spoke he
shook Con Sweeney's fist with degree of
vigor that could only be exceeded by the
vice-like grasp of the warm-hearted Irish
man, who sobbed out:
whatever may happen, long life to
you, John Thomas, darlint may the bles-
sed angel make your bed asy p! it's myself
that feels more mourning in my heart than
a kings funeral could put on my back %
Here pretty, plump but pale Patty Pride
dashed the fast falling tears from her swol-
len eyes, and taking q hand of each almost
whispered:
"Grief and truth are twins speak, in
the name of both, if have ever offended
you, and oh l know l have often and
often, do you both forgive me"
"From my sowl do by this" said Con
Sweeney, smacking her right cheek.
And by that, .gurgled John Thomas
after saluting her left.
" He kisses strong for a dying man" :"
thought the butler.
"Bless his ovid heart he's game to the
last soliloquized the groom.
"They ought neither of them to die for
twenty years at least" mentally sighed the
lady's maid.
But the time was fast drawing to
close fr
Sir Methusalah and Lady Rust sat in sad
silence, their hands firmly locked together,
and their hearts so rivetted that certain
death to both would have been happiness
to their dread of losing each other
Con Sweeney looked with a wondering
and watery eye at John Thomas, and blub-
bered " "ApOplexy %
John Thomas shook his head obviously
and despondingly as he gazed on Con Swee-
ney's apparently healthy countenance and
whispered with intense feeling, "It will be
sudden"
And pretty Patty, glancing from the one
to the other and thence for moment at the
looking-glass, sighed, Glove p'
n n
"Twelve and all alive ''
What can be the meaning of it?
"That's the truth, my own dear wife"
"Thank God my own loved husband it
was yourself"
"The Heavens look down wild smiles
upon you this blessed night, you fat old
angel 1t was meself in the flesh Give
me another hug, good luck to you % said
Con.
" An undred, my Ibernan friend, and
that's not all I'll give you-talSe Pattys
hand--no words Pm the holdest, and
ought to take the first warning, and John
Thomas can pay with his honest savings If
he is called upon as godfather.
Musha thinl-
But the stofy's done and a happier fami-
ly never breathed.
Is there not a slight moral in this light
nessp Would not the thought that tho day
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