The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-02-06

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Mrs. Bently really felt distressed to
know how to fulfill her contract, and was
thankful for the prospect of assistance,
but she could hardly reconcile herself to
the idea that her niece, the beauty and
heiress of whom she was proud, should
perform the role of market girl.
Lutie's arguments, however, prevailed,
and she went to her room to prepare for
her expedition. Borrowing q short
dress from the help" she donned it
and then folded shawl in the shape of
mantle across her shoulders, and with
her rich tresses hanging over her shoul-
ders, she looked like lovely country
girl. Placing a dainty hat upon her
head, she tripped down to the kitchen
for her aunt's inspection.
"Well, do declare ~ exclaimed that
worthy lady, "whoever would know
you? Why, Lutte, if l had met you face
to face should never have guessed it
was you if hadn't known"
/ am glad to hear you say so auntie,
for L don't propose to be recognized by
any one. Oh, twill be rare fun" and
with gay laugh she waltzed out of the
room. care the things all ready ?" she
asked, stopping to take breath.
Yes, but the old horse must be har-
messed; can you do it? ?"
"I don't know, auntie, think so; at
least can try"
She skipped away to the stable, and
after an hours patient toll she led old
Billy up to the door, all harnessed and
attached to the wagon. In short time
the said wagon was filled with the i'm
portant articles for somebody's Thanks
giving, and Lutte climbed to the high
seat took the reins and whip with -four
ish which would have done credit to n
coachman.
Have you got some warm gloves ?"
asked Mrs. Bently.
Nothing but kid, but they will be
warm enough" :"
{" No indeed, they won't wait mo-
ment." She fastened into the house
and brought out pair of woolen nit
tens. Here, put these on, Lutte, you
will need them, for it is very cold"
Lutte obeyed, and the plump little
hands looked exceedingly funny" as
the young lady expressed it. In few
moments more, having received her in
structions, Lutte drove away.
"Don't forget to deliver those four
largest turkeys at Colonel Ormsby's,"
called out her aunt.
"Oh, no; but you haven't told me
where he lives,'' said Lutte, stopping and
waiting for the information.
" l declare, l don't know, but you can
find out at the market where you are to
deliver the rest"
&C think / can find it," replied Lutte,
and drove off.
In due time she arrived at the market.
Explaining the cause of her coming, she
delivered the articles that were to go
there, and then inquired for the residence
of Colonel Ormsby.
Il cannot tell you, miss replied the
| proprietor; a" but If you'll step into that
little restaurant on the corner, 1 think
you will find out"
Lutte hesitated; should she allow her.
self to enter third-class saloon where
she would be likely to come in contact
with low fellows who make such places
their daily resort? In moment she
decided TO go.
Lightly she tripped across the street,
and Of the slovenly looking girl behind
the counter she made her inquiry.
g don't know, myself, miss, but if
you will wait few minutes III go into
the kitchen and ask one of the girls who
used to live there"
Again Lutte hesitated. She disliked
the idea of remaining here even for q few
minutes. What if some of her acquaint-
ances should chance to pass,and, looking
in, recognize hei Seeing she hesitated
the girl said:
If you don 'tlike to wait here you can
step into the sitting room.
Lutte confessed she would rathergo in,
so the girl threw open the door of the
sitting room and Lutte entered but start
ed back and almost tainted, for there,
seated at table, with bottle of some
kind of liquor before him, and half
emptied glass in his hand, she beheld
Leon Lancaster, her afiianced husband
" Hol ho! my pretty one,' he cried
rising and coming toward her with q
drunken leer upon his face which made
him actually loathsome. "What do you