The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-20

"Ths must be an heirloom, L am
sure. 1t would cost fortune now-a-
days"
1t was my mothers wedding cloak.
Give it to me now. You nave made me
cry, and hindered my work, and yet L
am going to forgive you"
drew a cricket near her, and looked
up into her now smiling eyes.
I" You don't cry often now," 1 said
"You keep your tears in your heart and
that is what makes your face so pathetic
sometimes"
Little sorcerer! How do you knowY
" 1t would be much better to cry and
have it over" pursued.
{" L can't" she answered. cit makes
my headache and my eyes red, SO L
don't care to be seen, and wastes my
time. 1 can't afford to cry. But l asked
you in here TO sing to me-"
"Did you? I'll sing to you every day
| if you let me come in" l said, Gag er-
| ly.
viii you? 1t is compact then
now sing"
did sing. searched among the dear
homely ballads that knew for songs to
| please her; sung gay carols and sunny
| glees; l hummed sweet opera airs - L
tried to recall to her those exquisite songs
without words, in which delighted and
at last, 1 gave her sweet hymns and
stately anthems, and tender touching
prayers that had flowed out from some
pure soul in music. And she listened,
her hands crossed in her lap, and her
face like one rapt in holy dreams. / stop
ped, at last, for l saw her heart was full.
"Thank you" drawing long
sigh.
rose.
"Now 1 am going down stairs so you
can finish your work. But will you
come down an hour before dinner ?''
"If can, but must finish this first.
Don't you wish things were immortal 2"
she said, playfully.
"Not quite-for then I should have to
wear my cloak that L hate so to the end
of time. But if had store of velvets
and silks, l don't know
And so l left her. l met Helen De
Ruyter on the stairs, just come out in u
new toilet-a maze of sheeny silks and
misty lace.
"Where have you been ?" she asked
I" In Miss Vascour's room.'
She curled her lip.
What kind of n nlace is IL pr
"One that suits her" said, quietly.
Two hours after the parlor door open
ed and Miss Vascour appeared in the
velvet basque.
o, come in," / cried " Miss De
Ruyter has gone out with one of her
beauX, and we shall be very cosy.n
She smoothed down her sleeves, ca
ressingly.
How do you like it All the shabbi-
ness hidden, is it not, and good for an
other four years, at least?"
Charming" l said, making the grace
full figure revolve for my pleasure
"Now sit down, and tell me more about
Isabel We can have such q nice talk
alone"
Alas to the fallacy of human eXpecta-
tions The bell rang, there was rustic
of silks in the hall, and fled. 1t was
the mother and aunt of the day gov
erness' pupils, called to patronize the
young lady. L forgot my chagrin in a
book, heard the bell ring again, dreamily,
and at last finished by book, and went
down stairs fifteen minutes before din
ner. There were voices in the parlor, as
l paused on the Threshold not DR..
Morrison oily tones ,noryet Mr.. Deane s
clear incisive emphasis.
Mrs. Forsyth came through the hall.
WHO is here, Mrs. Forsyth 2"
Only Captain Ellingwood!"
The landlady was radiant.
90, haven't heard of him before ?''
6 dare say-he is Miss De Ruyter's
special ambition"
" Ali L remember. Captain Elling-
wood, when he was not at sea in the
Arabia, honored Mrs. Forsyth's house
with his presence. A fastidious, unim.
pressionable man, L was told, true as
J steel and as gold, hero of the nine
teenth century-and bachelor. Miss
De Ruyter had aimed her graces in vain
Captain Ellingwood had known heI
} three years, and was still bachelor
What wonder that Miss De Ruyter was
indignant. opened the door, curious
! to see this impersonatlon' of modern