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

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John MEYERS loved Florry Castle,
u the prettiest and the most bewitch-
ing girl in Boroville, a place noted far
and wide for the beauty and intelligence
of its ladies. Florry's father was the
wealthiest merchant in town, and John
was his clerk.
Now do not imagine l am going to
repeat the oft told story of the princess,
for if you do you will be disappointed.
John was Florry's equal in everything
save one respect. While she was the
the most careless, romping, fun-loving
young lady in the world-she had at
tanned to the mature age of seventeen
John was the most diffident fellow con-
ceivable, blushing at every thing, al
ways appearing, he fancied, as bashful
people are apt to, at the greatest disad-
vantage whenever he attempted to put
his foot forward, and doubly awkward,
he thought, whenever he essayed to
utter more than the commonest of COM
mon-place expressions to Florry. Sure
ly he was not handsome, in the general
acceptation of the term. Tall, angular,
almost awkward at times, there was very
little gracefulness about him, it is true;
and his great sensitiveness led him to
think these little disadvantages infinite
ly more conspicuous than they really
were.
But Florry, overlooking all this, and
seeing only big blue eyes and wavy
brown hair - noting his constrained,
diffident manner when in her presence,
and her wishes, and discerning his great
love for her through all, at last began to
pity him heartily for his want of conf
dence in himself; and we all know to
what tender passion pity is kin.
Once he heard her express wish to
read book, the last new novel. 1t was
not for. sale in Boroville, and he wrote
to the publishers.
When he came to dinner one day, she
sat near window turning over the
leaves, with the bright sunlight falling
in mellow glow upon her queenly
little head. She looked lovelier than
ever just then, and he tried hard to keep
back the flush that mantled his face as
he saw her for the first time in the en-
joyment of his anonymous gift.
go, john" she cried, with pleasant
look in her face that did his heart good,
'you know have longed to read
Charley's Bride" and some good fairy
has made me twice glad by sending it to
me. I'm sure it must have been Mrs.
Chester. She's always so Thoughtful, ,and
she said she'd not forget me when she
returned home"
" I'm very glad you've got the book,
Florry," he said, simply, but in con-
strained sort of way that made her
look up.
"Why John,' she said, "does any
thing trouble you ?"
Z" No, Florry," with half averted face;
why do you ask Y''
Because
Because what, FlorryY" ?"
Nothing !" Then changing the sub
ject, and with quick, shy glance up
into her face. " The book is splendid,
John. Mrs. Chester is very kind"
Mrs. Chester still. John turned
away.
And so matters went on for full
month, and then Casper Ducey came to
Boroville, astonishing all with his hand
some face and attire, his lavish expendi-
ture of money, his fast driving, and his
fast life altogether. He was thorough
man of the world, dashing, brilliant,
fascina ting, and, as far as external ap-
pearances go wealthy-and appearances
go great way in such place as Boro-
vile.
Mrs. Digby approved of Casper Ducey.
Mrs. Digby was an oracle in Boroville.