The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-04-17

vague hope as to the effect which might
be thereby produced upon his undutiful
son. That self wilIed young man
lounged near, conversing with lady,
while Lena Cameron, very pale and
qulet, was bending over a Bit of EN-
broidery with fingers that trembIed
little, and eyes that were rarely up
lifted.
Suddenly the sharp notes of the bugle
pierced the ears of the assembled com
company.
"That is Joel" said Mrs. Page. ''I
am glad that she Is come, as now we
can have dinner.r
"Joe Y" doubtfully inquired one of the
lady guests.
The Squire looked from the window
as invited, and beheld figure in mans
hat and coat, as he thought, and
woman's skirt, dashing full speed up
the avenue toward the house, with half
a dozen dogs accompanying. Sprlnging
from the horse unasslsted, she proceeded
to unloosen the saddle and throw 1t
upon the ground, then walked several
times around the horse, evidently ex-
amlning into his condition, and dis
cussing the same with the groom, who
had now appeared on the grounds.
If Squire Chester regarded this un-
expected appearance of his sons chosen
wife with any emotions of surprise or
disappointment, he at least did not ex-
press it, On the contrary, he bowed
and shook hands with true old-style
gallantry and courtesy, as that young
lady presently entered the room, follow
ed by two of the dogs aforesaid, to
whom she whistled an encouragement
to enter.
'Oh, my dear, the dogs" remon-
strated Mrs. Page, piteously; tive are
not accustomed to having them in the
drawing room"
"Dear me not have dawgs in the
drawing room! Why have mine with
me everywhere, and all over the house.
Couldn't do without them, declare.
Like dawgs, sir ?" she inquired, with a
pretty drawl, of her future father-in-
law.
Every much-in their proper place" :"
the old gentleman felt constrained to
say.
To which Miss Dashwood replied by a
just perceptible shrug of her graceful
shoulders and then they went into
dinner.
''No turkey, thank you," she said, 81
never take fowl-it's only fit forinvalids
and babies so insipid. Ill take some
roast beef-rare, if you please-though L
prefer stake and onions"
And besprinkling the CORY slice with
an abundance of cayenne sauce, Miss
Eastwood commenced her repast, while
the Squire turned away his eyes, meet
ing those of Lena Cameron, his wife's
niece, who had been regarding these
proceedings of the "dashing" young
lady with an expression akin to horror.
Poor child, she wasn't in the secret.
But the Squire thought, as he looked
at her, how very delicate and refined
and lady y-like she appeared.
Miss Eastwood declined sherry, but
accepted little port instead, though ex.
pressing preference for French brandy
and water 1t was quite the "style'
now, she asserted, for ladies to prefer
brandy. INDEED, some even professed Q
partiality for Bourbon, though she her
self considered it inferior to brandy in
point of taste and refreshmeut; ant
Squire Chester felt provoked at the asst
duty with which his son refilled th,
young lady's glass and listened admir-
ingly to all she said.
"Give us some music, Joe," said Mrs
Page, when they were again in the draw
ing-room. And the Squire, who wa
devoted to music, looked up and bright
ened. 1t was one of his anticipations
that of his sons wife playing to hin
and soothing him in his after-dlnne
hours with the melodies he loved.
"Now, Lena, one of your favorit
songs,' said her aunt, quietly; and tn
girl sat down, and in sweet, low ant
somewhat plaintive voice, sang "Bon
ME Doom" and "Annie Laurie"
"That is the kind of music that
like" remarked Squire Chester to hi
hostess, soto uoce. Those charming ol,
songs are worth all the modern fal-de-ral
that have ever been written" and h
looked thoughtfully at Miss Dashwoo
and then at Miss Cameron. Likewis
he hearkened to the discourse that wa
going on between the former and hi