The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-02-27
A pLUCKY GIRL.

N the winter of IS42, n gentleman and
il his daughter, "a young lady, while trav
cling through Canada, arrived about
nightfall atan old-fashioned tavern. The
gentleman concluded to stop there, in
stead of going on to the village of S.,
which was ten miles distant, and which
they had thought to reach. The daugh-
ter-Carrie-e her willingness,
as the tavern presented comfortablea ap-
pearance, and they alighted, when it
was plainly to be seen that the gentle
man was quite lame, so much SO that he
was Obliged to use cane.
The landlord came out, and calling a
boy to take the horses and sleigh to the
barn, he ushered Mr.. Spencer and his
daughter into o pleasant sitting-room,
where bright fire was burning on the
hearth, which proved very acceptable to
our travellers, who had been in the sleigh
since morning.
"Your room will be ready by supper
time, sir" said the landlord, as he left
the room and went into the barroom.
Supper was shortly announced, and
after refreshing themselves, Mr.. Spencer
and Carrie returned to the cozy sitting
room, where they talked and chatted un-
til half-past eight. They were then
shown to their room, which was on the
second story, in wing somewhat dis
tinct from the main portion.
The room was very long, with high
ceiling. On one side was window, and
on the other side door. just above the
door was a bust of King George III. The
room was plainly furnished, containing
two beds, washstand, and few chairs.
Carrie took in the whole room at a
glance, and it must be confessed, had
there not been cheerful fire burning,
she would have felt nervous about sleep
ing there. AS it was, the warm glow lit
up the room into comparative cheerful
ness.
While she and her father sat by the
fire, her eyes wandered to the bust above
the door, when she noticed that the eye
balls had evidently been knocked out,
leaving two empty spaces.
swell, Carrie" said Mr.. Spencer,
presently, Z" think you had better lock
the door. am going to count my
money"
After Carrie had done so, he drew out
a money-belt, heavy with bills, and pro-
ceeded to count them. While doing so,
Carries eyes involuntarily wandered
again to the bust, when, to her horror
and astonishment, in place Of the empty
spaces were two glittering eyes, greedily
watching every movement of her father.
The young girl could scarcely repress
scream; but controlling herself, she
looked toward the fire, while her father
went on counting large roll of bills.
must have been mistaken, - thought
the fair girl. What could make me
have such strange fancy, though ?"
she continued, glarcing again at the
bust.
The eyes were still there-two burn
ing, savage eyes, that frightened as Mr..
Spencer went OH counting.
"Good Heavens ~ thought Carrie,
"What shall we do! We are evidently
in den of thieves, and will be murder
ed for my poor fathers money"
How to communicate their danger to
her father without these terrible eyes no
ticing it, Carrie could not think. Sud-
denly bright idea came to her.
Father,n she said, aloud, let me
take card and pencil. wish to make
q memorandum of some items want to
purchase in the village"
Her father handed them to her, after
slowing away his belt. Carrie wrote
tremblingly, in q fine hand
Father, do not be frightened; we are
in trap. Go in the opposite corner of
the room, where your face will be in the
dark, and look at the bust over the door,
Init you will see two glittering eyes that
have watched you count your money!
Read il" she said, aloud, handing
the card to her father. Il want you to
see if you think am too eXtraragant
Her father betrayed no emotion while
he read, but said
g You are pretty extravagant, Carrie.
j suppose you think your father is made
of money" and he arose and went to
the washstand, which was dark corner.
Once there, he glanced toward the bust
and that glance confirmed his daugh-
ter's extraordinary statement. When
he came back to his seat, Carrie saw that
the eyes were gone. Then, leaning to-
ward her father, she said in low tone:
You see IL il as said have thought