The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-11-20

whom was she thinking OfY Or was
IL only an idealY She was looking
towards the harbor full of ships at
anchor
"That is the Arabia, Captain Illling-
woods vessel !" j said
Her face lSindled, and her eager eyes
sought the place which Indicated
" Do you know he goes to sea in an
other month ="
"No Does he ?" the color vanishing
from her face.
Yes. He has lain long time in the
harbor, now-waiting for some repairs,
| think. ] have sister who goes to sea
with her husband How would you
like that ?" | said, gayly, as we started
homeward
Cola depend! she answered, blush
ing.
Upon the sailor, | suppose" ! re-
turned, laughing. But it would be
doleful life for me-"
81 don't know-I love the sea- and if
my love and my life were there, | should
prefer it to land" she said, softly.
"I'll tell Capt. Ellingwood that /
began, mischievously.
She turneda perfectly white frighten-
ed face on me.
All forgive mel' 1 cried in remorse.
4" How could you think | was i'm
earnestpn
l was punished by seeing her particu-
larly reserved with him for whole
week, and the captain, after looking at
me suspiciously, accepted his fate, and
spent his evenings teaching Miss De
Buyter chess.
That was her unlailng resource
Every gentleman who came to the house
had the honor Of teaching her that in
tricate game, but Notwithstanding her
numerous instructors, she never seemed
to make any progress.
At the end of that week came Easter
Sunday. Miss Nascour came down to
breakfast, looking. as Mrs. Forsyth
said, as if she had been dreaming of the
angels. Her morning face was always
beautiful, so full of peaceful sunshine-a
light, too still and pure to be called
brightness, looking out of the Iimpid
brown eyes, and lingering in the tender
dimples and curves of her sweet mouth.
"Will you go to church with me this
mornings" she said, in a low tone, as
we sat at breakfast. " 1t is Easter, you
know
C Yes, l will go. Have you an offering
for the altar?"
"I'm afraid only poor one"
Capt. Ellingwood's keen eyes were
upon us, and it was not favorable to
close confidence. He came beside us, as
we went out together.
"Will you let me go with you, this
morning? You ought to indemnify me
in some way for the past week, )" he said,
detaining us.
Miss Vascour threw the reply upon
me, and stood still, stroking little Pat
ricll's curls.
Patrick O'Mahoney was a little bios
som of boy, the pride and delight of
the cooks warm Irish heart. The little
fellow clung to Miss Vascour's dress and
laid his round face in its folds, quite in
awe Of the grave captain, who watched
him with smile, that was half surprise
half pleasure.
GO Is it because it is Easter that you
are so-what shall l call it, Miss Vas
cour-tolerant of that little specimen of
the canaille? 2" said the captain. 81
could never have thought of Miss Vas
cour and little Irish boy in the same
connection"
The white hand moved rather restless
ly among the reddish curls on the little
uneasy head, as she said
''I don't know what strange fancy
you may have about me, Capt. Filing
wood, but little Patrick and have al
ways been very good friends"
What would you think if you were
told that she washes his face mornings,
and tides him for breakfast ?" / said,
abruptly.
Captain Ellingwood lifted his eye
brows, playfully exaggerating his aston
ishment,and just then Mr.. Deane passed
through the hal, on his way out, closing
the door after him, with emphasis, and
so we parted.
An hour afterward Miss Vascour ran
up to my dormitory, on the floor above
her own, and tapped at the door. Her
hands were full of flowers, when l
opened it-violet, blue, and white, and
Oh hoI