The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-11-19

bWenbys llNely young NluoN, NhOSS
half mourning became her charmingly,
and who, some people said-but some
people are not to be relied on, to any
great extent you know-would not be
particularly averse to trying the matri-
monial yoke again, so lightly had she
borne it, with a suitable partner, of
course.
In company with her late husband,
the widow had spent several seasons at
the various places of summer resort,
beside passing winter at Capital, and
she was considered infallible authority
on all matters relating to society at
large. She was pretty, intelligent,
dressed in excellent taste, and was be-
lieved to have a snug little fortune all
her own. So, you see, she was very
nice bit of femininity, the world would
say.
"Quite little company of the incest
people of the village assembled in the
widows parlor one evening, and Mr..
Ducey was the subject of their CONVEX
sation.
" Yes, Mr.. Ducey is very desirable
man." said the widow. 1--WE must
welcome him to our circle. He is hand
some, witty, and accomplished, and
and of course he is rich but that don't
matter so much you know. We met
him at Newport three years ago-poor,
dear Harry and L.
She gave her handkerchief very un-
certain twirl, that left the shadow of a
doubt in the minds of some of her lis
evidence of her uncomfortable sorrow
at the remembrance of her "poor, dear
Harry" or to attract the attention of
Tom Lacy, who was flirting outrageous
ly with Mable Townley at the further
side of the room. And so Casper Ducey
had passport to the society of Boro-
vile, and was received with open arms.
elbow do you like him, Florry ?"
John Myers inquired one afternoon, as
Mr.. Ducey whirled past the window in
basket phaeton, nodding gracefully to
Florry, and turning to make some witty
remark to Mrs. Digby, who occupied the
seat at his side.
The widow laughed, showing every
one of her white teeth to the fullest ex-
tent of propriety. She was exultant,
and her face showed it and so did Mr..
Ducey in quiet, gentlemanly sort of
way.
60, like him exceedingly well,"
said Florry, in answer to Johns ques-
ton. He spent last evening here, and
he's going to take me out in the morn
ing for ride to the lake with that
splendid turnout of his. How delight
full !"
Which ?" almost savagely-" Ducey
or his horses ?"
"Both, to be sure" Then saucily,
"what stupid you are, John! 1 mean
the ride"
Florry rode with Casper Ducey the
next morning and many morning there
after and Myers and the widow grew
jealous. Ducey became Florry's con-
slant attendant, accompanying her to
concerts and parties, and taking her for
boat rides on the lake, and long drives
over the pleasant country roads. They
walked together, sang together. In
short, it come to be fact that Florry
Castle and Mr.. Ducey We're deeply in
love with each other, or were flirting
beyond all propriety. He brought her
flowers and music, and read poetry to
her in his rich, clear voice--by-and-by
he made love to her in the same voice
To say that Florry was not charmed
with her brilliant cavalier would be in
direct opposition to the facts of the case
All thoughts of poor John Myers were
for the time being, vanished from her
mind. She had no time now for odd
little chats with him, as of old perhaps
the inclination was wanting, also, John
became desperate. He could no longer
stand silently by and see matters go on
as they had been going on for few
weeks past.
He found her alone in the parlor one
day.
: Florry !" half fearfully.
"Why, John !" with little start of
surprise. You have been so shy of
me of late, So you have not forgotten
me quite ?"
" Forgotten you, Florry?" There was
world of reproach in his earnest voice,
shall never forget you. L"
" | hope not, John," she interrupted.