The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-08-27

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door, and poor Amy Horton who among
ali the slights and snubs incident to re-
duced means, had never yet received
verbal castigation equal to this, hurried
from her presence with cheeks aflame
and eyellds wet with unshed tears.
"Therel" said Miss Jessamine to her
self, as she went up stairs again; "1
think I've paid her off for breaking me
away from my half-fnished breakfast
AS for you, Fanny - to the damsel in
the blue ribbons" If ever you admit
such person as that again, shall GER
tainly request Mrs. Dartly to discharge
you.'' r... .......i..t .t.
Fanny tossed her head and would
have made pert rejoinder, had she
dared, for there was not servant in the
Dartley household that liked Miss Jessa-
mine. tt r..
But it so chanced that Claude Dartley
himself, looking over the morning pa
pers, in the library, had heard the whole
interview, through the parlor door that
Georgia had neglected to close.
Involuntarily he rose and came for
ward, resolved to do what in him lay for
the healing of the cruel wound inflicted
by Miss Georgia Jessamine's unwomanly
words. .. ..n. af,..
" Pardon me, " said he, " but may
look at the publication you have for
sale ? 1 am very deeply grieved that
my cousin should have treated you so
rudely, and"
But as she glanced wistfully up in his
face, he started back, with an exclama-
ton of surprise.
"Amy Horton! Can it be possible" "
" l did not expect to see you here, Mr..
Dartley," said the girl, hurriedly. 81
asked for the lady of the house. I did
not know who lived here.'
"But, Amy, 1 don't understand this.
You = General March's niece and
adopted aughter-selling books for a
| livelihood ~
1t does seem strange, don't it ?' said
Amy with a faint smile. C But you don't
know all. Uncle March is dead, and all
his property has gone to his second wife.
was only dependent, and could not
endure that sort of life; so am striv-
ing to maintain myself. 1 came to New
York, because thought could do bet
ter here than in smaller city, but-but
am almost discouraged.
Claude Dartley took her hand and
gazed reproachfully into her face.
ANY," said he, "why did you not
let me know when you were in trouble ?
Had you forgotten our old friendship :"
81 thought had no right" she fall
tered.
"No right, Amy? Would you have
let yourself drift away from me for
ever ?" 1rt
And Amy Horton hung down her
bright golden head and family mur-
INJURED: .a IL. .
81 don't knowl"
Mr.. Dartley was in the inner office of
the law chambers of Messrs. Falkland,
Burgh & Co., that afternoon, when Miss
Jessamine rustled in, with a strong
smell of " Jockey Club, ,"and little
tinkle of affected laughter. "a.
Mr.. Burgh, the only representative OF
the aristocratic young firm, rose and
bowed low.
Pray excuse our segar smoke, Miss
Jessamine," said he.
sob, that's nothing" said Georgia,
taking the leather-cover chair that he
offered her. "I'm so glad that found
you in. want to put your name down
for some tickets for aunt Bella's charity
charades. Very private and select
Five dollars ticket. And L shall ex-
pect you to take at least half a Dozen"
"Consider my limited means, Miss
Jessamine!" pleaded the young lawyer,
with comical screwing up of his eye.
brows.
"Oh, you must ~ insisted Georgia
relentlessly. "I've undertaken to sell
fifty, and I never go back from my
word. Who's that in the inner office
Mr.. Falkland ? Whoever it is must
give me round subscription,
She had just started up to go into the
other room, when her purpose wa:
anticipated by the appearance of hel
cousin Claude on the Threshold.
"Oh, it's Claude p cried she, radi
antly. swell, I can scarcely levy {
tribute upon him, after he has giver
toward our costumes and scenery"
Stop a minute, Georgial" said thu