The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-09-17

didn't want even him to see me In that |
plight. My bedroom windows looked |
out upon the roof of the piazza. would
not disturb the house by knocking-oh,
no, not bit of tia climb would settle
the business. The thing was executed
as soon as thought, and in few seconds
/ stood on the piazza. What If Horace
saw me In the plight, and l should be
compelled to explain that my vanity
had led me to walk five miles in the
night and to scale piazza to escaped
being seenp He would never get done
joking me. No he should not see me
thus. In sew seconds, standing on
the piazza, 1 divested myself of coat,
vest, pants, boots, hat-ayl even of my
shirt, and stood confessed blushing
Hyperion in undershirt and drawers
Leaving the muddy clothes on the piaz-
"a, 1 put my hand to the window,
which yielded, and sprang into my own
room. BY the moonlight which stream
ed in saw a figure in white standing
by the bedside, with the covers of the
bed drawn in front of IT.; and laughed
at the idea of Horace being frightened
by my appearance. Immediately after
ward / reflected that scaling the piazza
of farmhouse at midnight, and forcing
an entrance by window en- BdishdbiUe
had rather an alarming, not say burg
larious, aspect, and l therefore spoke
with the intention of reassuring him,
when trembling and Enthusiastically
feminine voice half screamed, half fall
tered. ..
"Who are you ?"
There are such surprises as, without
terror, absolutely deprive us of the pow
er of speech until the brain has time to
act and reason. Such surprises do not
generate screams and faints. They are
expressed by open mouth and silent
wonder. This was the case with N.Y.
self and my roommate. Right by my
side, with her face within three feet of
my own stood young woman, not
more than seventeen, with great dark
hazel eyes, and such great masses of
brown hair tucked away under the
neatest little nightcap that ever was.
She had gathered the bedclothes, with
spasmodic jerk, up about her throat, and
with the most rigid, astonished look, as
though doubling whether she was sleep
ing or waking, gazed steadily in my
eyes, and repeated her question.
"Who are you ?"
1 blurted out with
How came you here?"
The figure stared still in speechless
astonishment; but in moment, as
though awaking from its stupefaction,
spoke
C. Are you Charles Morgan? ?'
YES" was my rather subdued an
swer.
Well, then, Mr. Morgan" said the
figure, by this time speaking calmly
and quite as dignified as though in the
drawing 81 am May Stevens,
and 1 was put in this room last evening
after an unexpected arrival. Horace
had gone over to u neighbours a few
miles off before 1 got here, and was not
to return until morning. That is how
was put in this ROOM"
So here was 1, vis-a-vis to Miss May
Stevens, that mythical lady, for the first
meeting with whom L intended to have
got up such superlative toilet, and she
in her nightcap, and in my drawers-a
nice style of introduction, and a nice
style of toilet And she by this time
was as cool as the 31st of December, and
stood looking me right in the eyes as /
made some rambling explanation OF
my being found in that most extraordi-
nary situation and costume 1t was a
lame explanation, wonderfully mixed
up with irrelevant matter, and stammer-
ed and suffered through in way that
should have disgusted any sensible per-
son. She seemed to be seriously pond.
ering and thinking during the recital,
and at it's end, looking at me as though
asking the most simple question in the
world, said HHn.a.
What's to be done 2'' ta. j1
Let me jump out of the window, as
came in, - said, in a sickish tone OF
voice; and then rejecting that it would
never do to put on these clothes again,
nor to stroll about the farm as was, /
as hastily exclaimed: 80
mo! no won't CO. must have a
decent suit of clothes. l won't go with.
out 'em, and began looking around
, for my trunk.
, While 7 was doing so + hoard n uoiee