The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-12-24

anxiety, chuseu ny DIS COnsthnb uenlhnu
for funds, and lack of interest In home
events
Not receiving an immediate reply to
her letter, she determined to go TO him.
Grace willfully declared that she should
not go alone, so Henry found himself,
with Pluto, an occupant of u neighbor-
ing relatives hospitable mansion.
Mrs. Peter Prynu was full of righte-
GUS sympathy, and was also just trine
censorlous.
"Tbis comes of Cousin Sophy's GER
tainty of Allan's perfection. She never
seemed to think him human but
now"-
She shook her head, and waited to
continue her soliloquy until Henry and
her youngest son lay planning under
the bed clothes schemes of glory when
they, too, should become pecuniarily
involved-and even going to such ex-
tents as parting with a faithful Pluto.
Hetty Prynn listened demurely, and
said she thought it ridiculous for Allan's
mother to go to him as if he were
little boy. Why shouldn't he flirt
with French danseuse, and spend
money! 1t was just like him. She
didn't care. And breaking the eye to
her needle, she saved swapping her
thread, which she must otherwise have
DONE
But the thought of ridicule never oc-
Cured to Aliens mother, nor to Grace,
nor to the reprobate himself. He was
filed with delight on receiving them,
and, after series of warm embraces, sat
down, looking as fresh and untroubed
as on the autumn morning he had left
them; so that, at first, the change that
care and excitement had rendered visi-
bic in his face was imperceptible. But
when alone with him that night, before
he left her for his lodgings, his mother
with her searching gaze fathomed
trouble and doubt and feverish expecta-
tion.
Unburden your heart to me, A llan
1t is for that that have undertaken this
long journey"
Allan blushed, aud looked irresolute.
am about to confess myself an
idiot, he said.
Remember who your confessor is,and
what have you to fear" she said, strolS
ing his head, which he had leaned
against her shoulder.
am victim," said Allan, " of an
infatuation of which am half ashamed
and for which fear you will condemn
me- Perhaps you remember all the alb
surdities my letters contained about the
pretty little danseuse, Ma I'M 'selle Desi-
rec Lascours. When utter that name,
my story is told. She bewitches me-
Mother, you and Grace must see her.
Tomorrow she performs. have pur-
chased set of silver ornaments, and
sent them to her, and am impatient to
know if she will wear them"
My son !"
A grieved astonishment betrayed it.
self in Mrs. Aytoun's voice.
81 know you think me extravagant,
mother" said Allan fretfully; land so
it would have seemed to me once. But
if one lives in Rome, you know
Mrs. Aytoun was silent She saw
Allan was completely mastered by what
he termed an infatuation. She resolved
to go with him the following evening,
and Judge for herself of the merits of
Main 'selle Lascours.
Grace, who wisely asked no questions,
gladly attended the performance, and
agreed with her mother that the fair
enchantress was in truth capable of at
tracing feminine admiration even. No
wonder Allan's heart had softened un-
der the repeated, radiant smile. And
when, on this evening of all others, she
turned toward him, and, with grace
full motion, touched the silver japonica
resting in her hair, his own rivaled hers
in sweetness.
"Well, mother?" he asked, with tri-
umphant interrogation, when they
found themselves together alone-Grace
having exhausted all her encomiums,
and left them.
"Not ill., said Mrs. Aytoun. "But
after all, Allan, what is this ma'm'selle
to you but passing object of admira-
ton What more can she, or could she
possibly become?'
Youspeak of her slightingly, mother,
but IL feel sure if could know her, if
my poor attentions will only succeed in
gaining her acquaintance, that-that =