The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-08-06

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But now Job was In love with her
that Is, he felt tnat she would make
good housekeeper, which stood for the
same thing In his mind as wife, and he
wondered IL he couldn't secure her. He
had been wanting wife for twenty-five
years. He had chances, but like the
foolish man he was, he had let them all
slip. Now he considered that the curl
Gus feeling he had experienced that
morning was a presentiment of-he did
not exactly know what, but IL evidently
had something to do with Miss Steb-
bins.
He got out at small station and got
some fried chicken and apple pie, and
brought them In as votlve offering,
sentimentally speaking, to the lady of
his bosom's affection. She accepted them
with smile that made him happy
every time he remembered. Once
he dreamed about that smile, and thought
1t sunrise, and got up and dressed him
self before he fairly walked up. When
he did come to his senses he found 1t
was half-past one, and went back to bed
wondering If all men feel as he did when
they're in love.
The train started, and just as Miss
Stebbins was trying to swallow small
chicken7bone and making very wry
face over 1t, the cars gave an awful
leap, and then = none of them knew
very much about what had happened
for the next few minutes. When Job
came to himself he was sitting in shall
low puddle of water, and the first
thought came to him was that he had
turned into big bull-frog. But, look
ing about him, in bewildered way, for
a solution of the mystery, he saw Miss
Stebbins sitting on floating portion of
wrecked car farther out in the pond,
dripping like Undine, if not as agreeable
TO look at.
&c Be you hurt, Mr.. Dusenberry ?" che
asked, as she discovered him.
"No, 1 don't think be-" answered
job. Had smash up, hain't we ?"
Miss Stebbins.
Seems so," answered Miss Stebbns.
guess there haint nobody killed, an
that's lucky Pm glad you amt hurt
L was afeared you was"
Her solicitude touched Jobs heart as
nothing else ever had.
"You amt damaged any be you =" he
asked anxiously.
"Not any to speak Of" answered Miss
Stebbins, f" but my clo'es is jest COM
pletely split. There's my bunnet sailin'
about over there. / wish you'd git it fer
me-"
Job secured pole, and, after angling
unsuccessfully for while, got bite and
landed this new kind of fish on the
bank, where it lay in very limp and
detected condition, having but little re-
semblance to the snowy bonnet Miss
Stebbins had worn.
"I'm comm ashore, ANNOUNCED Miss
Stebbins.
"Let me come and git you," proposed
Job, not without some trebidation, it
must be confessed.
"No, 1 can get along 'thout putting
you to any trouble" answered Miss
Stebbins.
"What a selfreliant woman she is"
Job thought admiringly. "She'd take
care of a man, now."
She gathered the ruined alpacy"
about her, stepped off the extemporized
raft, and waded ashore without scream
ing snakes or any thing of the kind
Job concluded that she was one woman
in hundred. So she was.
" You're all mud and scum, " said she
after inspecting Job closely. "I'n git a
stick an some grass an kinder clean
you up" And for the next ten minutes
Job experienced new and novel bliss in
being " cleaned up" by this energetic
woman, who had now obtained complete
possession of his heart She's man
ager," concluded Job. I" If she had
charge of my place, now, she'd make
things fetch in suthin'. 1 wish she
had"
The conductor announced that it would |
be two or three hours before they could
proceed.
"Don't you feel as if you'd like to
have somethin' to eat ?" asked Job. 81
guess you didn't feed that chicken"
81 would like somethin', answered
Miss Stebbins, and Job proposed that
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