The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-12-04
DOLLY'S MISTAKE.
ct SUPPOSE l must call. Eleven


some here, and somebody said the Law
lor girls were the bellies of the place..
Who was II told me that Julia Lawlor
was the belle of Rushtown, and that
Dolly was the incest little thing In the
worldY I'll go down and prove the
assertion"
All this in soliloquy, as Mr.. Thomas
Bardell donned his daintiest walking
dress, drew on his lavender kids, put on
his glossiest silk hat over his crop of
curling hair, and surveying his hand
some, faultlessly-attired self in the long
mirror, sailed forth.
Rushtown was a collection of county
seats, a mile from populous borough,
and the Bardell Place was one of the
most stately of the many superb houses
of which it was composed. Thos. Bar
dell, my hero, was the nephew of the
late owner of the Bardell Place, and on
the death of that gentleman had inher-
tied his entire property, greatly to his
own amazement, Mr.. Julius Bardell, de-
ceased, having quarreled with every re-
lation he had in the world, and an
nounced his intention of leaving every
dollar to charity.
That he did not, but relenting made
will in his nephew's favor, brought Mr..
Thomas BaIdell from college in Ger
many, where he was finishing his edu-
cation, to Rushtown.
He was twenty-four, an orphan, hand
some and talented, and had some pri-
vate fortune before his uncle's DEATH
That he was unspoiled, modest, and one
who held all women as little lower than
the angels, may be attributed to the fact
that he had mother who was true
Christian lady, who loved him, and
whose death, when he had just attained
manhood, was the heaviest sorrow of his
life.
Rushtown was an uneXplored country
to my hero, but DR.. Lawlor being the
only physician in the place, his resi-
dence was easily found.
The hall door stood open, the parlor
door was also stretched invitingly wide,
and after vainly waiting for the ring to
be answered, Mr.. Bardell stepped inside
the vestibule.
A voice high above his head, and in
the parlor, called:
Tom, is that you ?''
The speaker, Dolly Lawlor, whose
name, be it here recorded, was Mabel,
but who had been called Dolly from her
cradle, being at the top OF high step
ladder, scrubbing the paint over
French window, heard q voice say
cit is Tom, certainly"
Hand me my soap, that's a good fel-
low" said Dolly, from the lofty perch
where she was seated, facing the back
window; "you know l am afraid to
look down or turn around on the ladder,
am so sure to get giddy."
Where is the soap ?" came in voice
mutlled by laughing.
"Close down by the ladder, where it
has just dropped. Don't dare to laugh
at me, sir, for | am in the depths of af-
fiction. Papa has invited the heir to
that splendid Bardell Place to drop in
without ceremony. Did you ever, and
we just in the middle of spring clean
ing? So 1 left Jane to finish up stairs,
and came down myself to make the
parlor decent. There goes my brush =
Hand it up; that's dear"
The brush was handed up, Dolly not
daring to take her eyes from a level, al
ready feeling her head spinning with
giddiness.
We can't be grand, of course, and
the house will look mean enough after
Bardell Place, but we can be clean" she
continued, scrubbing vigorously at the
paint. "And you know, Tom, he is
sure to fall in love with Julia, and it is
such splendid chance for her, poor
dear. She does so hate oureconomies.
She has gone over now to Mrs. Simp-
sons to finish her new muslin, and she
can't help clean, because it will spoil
her hands, and they are so pretty. Julia
is lovely in blue, because her skin is so
fair, if her hair and eyes are dark. She
will just be perfect when she is rich.
Tom. hope she will have him, and
papa and can jog along forever. We
don't mind cheap things as poor Julia
does. There! That paint can't be
whittier. I'm coming down, and you can
move the ladder over to the other win
dow for me- Tom"
But, cautiously descending the ladder,
Dolly only caught feeting glimpse ofa
tall figure ont at the garden gate