The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-12-31
A LOVER LOST BY TEMPER.

ing the bell.knob, when, suddenly, the
sounds of alteration noated through the
open window, from the parlor.
Jane Evans" cried n shrlll, angry
voice, that at first he did not recognize,
"dld you break my vase, you good. for
nothing impY I'll tell mammal And
there take that"
The sound Of blow followed, accom-
panied by more angry tones, the words
of which were inaudible to the unwll-
ling listener outside.
Walter Bandor turned from the door,
walked swiftly down the steps, and
gained the street, almost dazed.
Could IL he possible, " he said to him
self, "that this harsh, angry voice be-
longed to the lovely Isabel Leigh
tonY She, whom he had thought the
perfection of womanhood 7 Was it
possible that these coarse words issued
from the same beautiful lips, which had
sung for him almost every evening of
late such notes of tender sweetness p
Was II possible that she who had seemed
so amlable and lovely, could have struck
n defenceless servant ?"
Yes 1t was possible. There could
be no mistake. Alas his idol had
fallen. 1t had been shivered to atoms
in moment He saw 10 had been
nothing but common clay image
after all.
A few hours later, Miss leighton sat
in her room reading note from Mr..
Landor. Mr.. Landor," 1t ran, re-
grets his inability to keep his appoint
ment to ride with Miss leighton this
afternoon, and bcgs she will excuse
him, as he is unexpectedly called from
town.
Miss Leighton crushed the paper in
her small jeweled hand, and threw it
angrily upon the carpet.
What could it meanp Some subtitle
presentiment told her that there was
more in il than met the eye. She
little suspected the whole truth, how
ever.
" He has taken offence at something"
she said, after she had calmed down.
Perhaps he thinks / flirt too much
with Harry Fairfax" Then her eye
lit up with a gleam of triumph. "Pshawl
it is only little fit of jealousy. When
he returns, l can soon have him
back"
She looked at herself in the mirror,
as she spoke, and the fair face reflected
her spirits.
"Have you seen Walter Landon since
his return ?" asked one of her acquaint.
ances, fortnight later. And Miss
Leighton thought there was malice in
the tone. /" He is constantly at your
house, isn't he ?"
"Nol Yes I" answered Miss Leigh
ton, violating the truth, rather than ad-
NIT her defeat for this was the first she
had heard of his coming back.
He was at small party at Mrs.
Beacon's last night and very attentive
to her neice, Miss Thornly, who is
from the country. Her father was a
farmer, I believe; but she is very
pretty"
Every word of this was a stab to Miss
Leighton. Three weeks ago. no party,
no pretty girl, much less ga school
teacher" as she scornfully called Miss
Thornley,, could have kept Walter Lam
don from her side.
When her malicious guest had left,
Miss Leighton went to the window,
and watched her walking down the
street.
"Nasty thing" she soliloquized, she
came here just to tell me that"
Suddenly, as she stood there, a
thought flashed on her, like revela-
ton
She remembered the morning she had
struck Jane Evans, and that it was
about the hour that Walter Landon
often called. She summoned Jane, an
grily, who came in, looking sulky.
Do you remember the morning, you
clumsy fool" she said, 6 that you broke
that vase? Was Mr.. Walter Landon
here ?''
Eyes, mann" " answered Jane, glad al
last, to have her revenge. Leastwise,
when you hit me, and ran from you, ]
saw, through the window, Mr.. Landor
OH the doorsteps; but he didn't ring: he
turned and walked off promiscuous
like" She grinned in triumph. And
he hasn't been here since"
! I" You leave this day, you impudent