The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-03-06

thinking that child might converse
easier, but Miss Jerusha answered, with
such evident alarm and disrelish, For
that she drew back, offended. Mrs. Fen
ton looked annoyed but Miss Jerusha,
unabashed, began TO complain of the
awful drought up in their place, while
an awful silence fell on the rest
A quick, light ring made the girls
start and fervently hope that 1t was not
Mr.. Vanderpool-I am sure for the first
timei in their lives. To have Mr.. Van
derpool, of all beings in the world, to
see this dreadful relative-Mr. Wander
pool, whose father belonged to the oldest
of Knickerbocker families, whose moth
er was an +. +. ", who was SO fastidi-
Gus and refined himselfl 1t took only
few seconds for this to rush through
their brains, when in Mr.. Vanderpool
walked. He was greeted in rather
embarrassed manner by them all, and
inveigled into seat as far as possible
from Miss Jerusha, on pretence of its
being cooler by the window.
But Miss Jerusha didn't mean to be
left in the back-ground-she gotup from
her chair and stalked over to the group
Who's this young man "she bland.
ly inquired, indicating Mr.. Vanderpool,
with her cotton forefinger
Mabel, with very red face, introduc-
ed Miss Hevington," mentally CRATE
fnl that the name wasn't Mulkins or
Snooks.
Mr.. Vanderpool made an astonished
bow, but Miss Jerusha held out her hand
and gave his an upmerciful grip, eX-
claiming heartily, I'm real glad to see
yer, mister. But see here, sis''--to Ma
bel" amt ashamed o. bein' your
cousin-yer might have introduced me
as sich'
Then ordering Mr.. Vanderpool " to
set down on the sofy," she took her place
beside him when he had obeyed.
"Wa'al, now,I didn't spect to see sich
a fine young feller the fust night come
"a beau o. yourn, spose ?' she said to
Mabel, in loud voice.
Mabel wished that the earth would
open and swallow some one Of the
party.
'Wa'al yer needn't get SO all-fired
red; yer amt got no call to be ashamed
o. him; he seems nice nuf kind O
young man."
Mabel felt the cold shivers run up and
down her back, and thought she knew
the meaning of purgatory now.
Miss Jerusha, quite blissful, turned TO
Mr.. Vanderpool, and put some searching
questions with regard to his "trade."
Mr.. Vanderpool politely answered that
he was studying for the bar.
"Hum bartender l shouldn't hev
thought it - was Miss Jerusha's COM
ment.
The girls sat shuddering, and wonder
ing what was coming next. Mr.. and
Mrs. Fenton were holding council of
war in the back parlor.
Miss Jerusha was silent for the space
of three minutes, gazing upon Mr.. Van
derpool with such ardent admiration
that he began to feel nervous.
YOU'RE awful like Linus Swine
field!" she exclaimed at length" the
fust beau 1 ever he'd. / knowed him
when we went to the deestrict school,
They useter call him Piggy then, and
none o. the girls could bear the sight o.
him, and when he growed up, was the
only one who'd go to prayer-meetin'
with him. My stars but he was pow
erful, like you. He'd jest the same
| kinder tow-colored hair, and kinder
whity-blue eyes. was awful fond o.
him. She sighed, and edged little
nearer to the now thoroughly uncom-
Portable Mr.. Vanderpool; then she sigh
ed again, and edged still nearer. "You're
dreadful like him." she said, and buried
her face in big red handkerchief, and
groaning, moved nearer still; another
groan, another sigh, made the girls rise
in fright. Was the woman crazy !?
Still another sigh and groan wedged Mr..
Vanderpool against a sharp corner of the
sofa. He, somewhat alarmed, tried to
get up, when Miss Jerusha, with spas
modic witches all over her face, threw
her arms around his neck, exclaiming,
convulsively, My dear, dear boy ~
Mr.. Vanderpool Indignantly struggled
to release himself, but the clinging arms
refused to be unlocked. Mabel and
Florence stood wringing their hands in
despair. Mr.. and Mrs. Fenton rushed
to the rescue, and in the scuffle that en-