The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-04-02

time she would spend In the garden, and
what at her music, and from what hid
den ambush this could best be heard;
how she sat sometimes In the twilight
at the window, her pure, fair profile clear
against the soft spring sky, her chin
supported by her slender hand, dream
ing or thinking, till some ofiiclous ser
want brought in brilliant lamp and dis
solved the dear picture, showing only
her shadow on the lighted wall. He
knew, too, the first accents of the COO
ing, murmuring voice, that thrilled him
every morning in the stall below, where
she came to pet her pony but he always
fingered, listening In his loft, and never
dared enter the stables while she stayed.
Not so Susette, who received the heiress'
admiring overtures with lady-like con-
descenslon, and usually trotted down to
receive her tribute of attention, suffer
ing her silken ears to be threaded through
those fairy hands, her gentle head to be
pressed against that pink velvet cheek
not unfrequently deserting her master
to accompany the fair owner back to the
house for romp with the baby, and
wondering at his obtuseness In neglect
ing this chance of enjoying superior So
ciety. But Hugh had learned to trem-
bic at the touch of those soft hands; to
avoid the innocent, questioning eyes
to be thrown into fever by the futter
of her light dress, or the sound of her
sweet voice approaching; to pass his
days In dreams, his nights in restless
wakefulness, and know no peace out of
her presence or withini It,
The country roads were settling after
the spring rains, and growing harder,
the twilights growing longer, and the
young lady Of the house resumed her
usual summer evening rides, with the
new attendant as groom. Perilous rides
they were, when she came down fair
and elegant in her becoming hat and
habit, rested her light hand on his shou-
der, left her small foot In his hand in
mounting, gave him her pony's bride
or her whip to hold, while she arranged
her dress and fastened up her falling
silken hair, received the services he rem
dered with as graceful gratitude as If he
had been, not her paid servant, but her
chosen cavalier. She treated him as
brother, friend, and equal she made of
him the intelligent, pleasant companion
he was capable of becoming; she drew
him on with witchery he could not
resist to talk about himself-a subject
usually delightful to his egotistical sex,
but hitherto carefully avoided by one
unselfish specimen-his travels, his his
tory, his faults, his failings, his past
life and future prospects, were all un-
folded before her soft gaze; she was his
confidante before he knew it, as she had
been in childhood, reserving only the
secret of his identity and his love- In
vain he strove against this gentle infiu-
ence, and tried to maintain the distance,
mental and physical, which custom de-
manded should be preserved between
them in vain he resolutely averted his
eyes and closed his lips In determined
silence, and persistently reined i'm his
chatting horse to the proper and pre-
stolid and automaton- like squire as the
sturdy Bill, her last attendant, "who
knew his place. and kept it. But she
always fell back to her escorts side on
one pretext or another, requiring his
help to adjust her bridle-rein, to lead
her pony over broken ground, to push
aside the boughs that threatened to
sweep across the path, to pick wild
flower she particularly wanted to wear.
If he still remained sternly proof against
these innocent advances, she would lift
to his face such bewildering look, half
panied, half pleading, as he remembered
ed in her childish eyes, when he first
came to Hudson Hills as boy, and
laughed at her odd, old-fashioned name,
or failed to give her her own sweet will
and way. And then her naughty little
head would droop in soft submission to
his mood; her lovely, long eyelashes
would fall slowly in sad and thoughtful
meditation her coaxing, caressing tones
would be suddenly silenced; her liquid
laugh would be heard no more till he
chose to speak. Proud and pretty as she
was, Fontibell was but spoiled child
at heart, and reasoned after the manner
of one.
And he? He should not have under
stood her-but he did. He should not
have remembered that he was cousin