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

everything was CONNIE il fault
Dove colored, tool What will Capt.
Ellingwood say y2n
"What ?"
Run down stairs now, and don't
disturb me. I'll call for you when I'm
ready"
She went down, singing hymn.
| heard the low music, MS / proceeded
with my toilet. Suddenly loud shrek
broke upon the Sabbath stiffness of the
house-another and another. l rushed
out trembling. Miss Nascour ran down
stairs before me, with the speed of the
wind Another shrek. 1t was from
the basement. i fled thither, and stumbled
over the housemaid in the doorway.
For PHYS sake, Ellen, what is the
matter Yn
" Och, screamed the girl, wringing
her hands, cts Patrick that's fell into
the hogshead, and | can't get him out,
he'll be drounded intirely and his moth
er left him in my care, the day. Och.
wilma, wilma :"
Tran past her to the Kitchen, but
Miss Nascour was there before me. The
hogshead was sunk in the ground, near
ly TO its top, and poor Patrick IS little
white face was disappearing under the
cold dark water for the last time. Before
l could speak, Miss Vascour had gath
cred her flowing drapery around her, put
her small hands upon the edge of the
hogshead, and gently and easily lower
ed herself into it. She stopped to find
the child, the water ripping around her
neck, and saturating her braids. In
moment she had lifted him out, and
took him from her hands, ghastly, cold
and stark, his reddish curls dripping
with water, and all the light gone out of
his pretty blue eyes. Ellen caught him
from my arms.
"Och my darlint, will his mother
ever be after forgiving me for letting the
swate child go and get Grounded Och,
woes me, woes me, woes me. Holy
Mother have pity!'' cried the poor
girl.
: He isn't drowned cried Miss Vas
cour, from her hogshead. Don't you
see he can't be? o Mrs. Forsyth !"
That lady had rushed TO the rescue, and
was circumnavigating the hogshead in
the utmost perplexity and CONSERVATION.
so Mrs. Forsyth, take the child, and
let Ellen run quickly for the the Doctor
There's not n moment TO be lost"
Everybody seemed to appreciate that
fact, and hurried away in different di-
rections. l turned to Miss Vascour.
How am ever to get out ?" she said,
dOlefully.
The cold water was around her shoul-
ders, and her teeth were chatterng.
eff you could put something in here
that could step upon,'' she said, half
crying, as the excitement died away.
ran into the house, encounrtering
Captain Ellingwood in the passage, com
ing in with grave inquiring looks, that
seemed to ask what all this hubbub was
about. With true feminine instct,
cried:
60 Captain Ellingwood, come and
take her OUT"
1 led the way back, swiftly, and the
captain followed, only understanding
that his services were needed. The situ-
alton was ludicrous. 1t wouldbe quite i'm
possible to do justice to the astonishment
in Capt Ellingwood's face. I laughed,
merrily.
"Don't laugh" cried Miss Vascour,
piteously, and with shiver. I" I know
/ look absurd, but l I'M so cold"
Little Patrick fell in and she took
him out. He would have been drowned
1 said to the captain.
He stopped "a little hand was laid
upon each of his shoulders, and he lifted
her out tenderly, setting her down upon
the ground, looking at her as she stood
there, pale and beautiful, and as wet as
an ocean nymph, with eyes that were
strangely soft, think he took her into
his heart at that moment.
" Poor little dove!" he said.
A flush crept slowly into her cheeks.
" Her plumage is sadly ruflled this
time" 1 said.
"Well There has been quite
scene," said Helen De Ruyter, entering
upon the stage. 4" But your dress is
ruined" she added surveying Miss Vas
cour.
''There might be a worse wreck, " said
the canfain. Helen looked at him sharp-