The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-07-10
MY ONLY ROMANCE.
H HLLJESTERN train s gone, ma'am,"
w said Farmer Brown, coming

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w said Farmer Brown, coming
into the waiting-room of the little depot
"The train was to take 2" L said,
gasping.
Yes, ma'am. Too bad, but can't be
helped. Harness will give out some
times, you know" sympathizingly.
"When is the next Western train
due ?n
Not till six o'clock. You've five
hours to wait. BE dretful tiresome,
ma'am. There's nice family that lives
in t'other part o. the house - s'pose L
tote you!in thereY / know Mrs. Holly
will give you bite o. suthin' ter eat,
and she'll be proud to let you rest on
her spare bed. Fine woman, Mrs. Holly
isl know her. Won't you go in and
see her, ma'am ?"
No, thank you, sir. I dare say
that I'll be.quite comfortable here"
"Wall, just as you please. But now
1 must.be goin'. Hope that you'll get to
your turner's end safe, ma'am. Good
by"
And Farmer FBrown left the room,
mounted.his wagon, and soon disappear
ed down the dusty road.
1 had been visiting friend who lived
in a country settlement, some five or
six miles from, the solitary building dig
nified.by the name of depot, and when
the time came for me to return home
she placed me in with a neighboring
farmer who was going to distant vii
lage, and would pass the sation.
During our ride we met with an acci-
dent. Part of the harness gave way and
we were detained such length of time
that, as the reader knows, l was too late
for the train.
After,Farmer Brown left me 1 amused
myself by reading a newspaper which
some one had left lying on the seat.
Finishing this, studied the design of
the wallpaper, counted the panes of
glass in the little window, and wonder
ed at the tidiness of the whole apart
ment.
Country depots are generally such
vile, dirty places. Wonder why this is
an exception ?" 1 said to myself. Then a
thought struck me- ooh, probably the
place is.kept clean by the Mrs. Holly,
SO enthusiastic. Wonder if this same
worthy female would give me a glass of
water?"
And / tapped on the door communica-
ting with the other apartments.
Come in,' said CHEEKY voice, and
entering, I found myself in one of the
prettiest, coziest rooms had ever
seen.
The most delicate tint of bluff was on
the walls, cool mating covered the floor,
muslin curtains festooned with ivy hung
at the windows, and here and there were
books, brackets, pictures and flowers,
and all the dainty belongings that make
a room look so home-like and pleasant.
And most charming of all, there lay
in white-draped cradle rosy baby,
fast asleep, with rings of golden hair
falling over his white brow, and great
red velvety rose clasped in his dimple
hand
Over him bent woman of twenty
two or three years-a little mite of a
woman, with bright dark face, vivid
ly-colored, big black eyes, and wondrous
dark hair wound in heavy braids about
her stately head.
She arose with a smile when L enter.
ed.
Excuse me, but may 1 trouble you
for glass of water ?" 1 said.
No trouble at all, ma'am. Pray be
seated. Excuse me :" and she left the
room.
Presently she returned, bringing a
salver covered with a snow-white nap.
kin, and containing glass of water, q
glass of creamy milk, saucer of lus.
cious red strawberries and plate OF
sponge-cake, light as yellow foam.
Pardon me-" she said, smiling, " il
l take too great liberty but you see
Farmer Brown told me of your being
obliged to wait so long, and thought
you might be hungry"
Why, how very kind you are!"
exclaimed, in pleased surprise.
" Not at all. It's pleasure to me-
If you are hot and dusty, perhaps you'd
like to bathe your face. If so, just stel
in here"
And she led the way into little white
bedroom-the very heart of cleanliness
and purity.