The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-04-30


puzzled her exceedingly. But II 1t had
surprised her, the effect of her narration
upon her father was still more surpris-
ing; he actually grew livid at her words.
| Never had she seen him in such an ex-
cited state, for he had ever been grave,
sedate and gentle in his manner towards
her. He reprimanded her almost fierce
ly, for her indiscretion, rs he termed 1t.
why, child" he exclaimed passion
ately, "this act, trihing as 1t may appear
to you, might have caused my ruin ~
He paused abruptly, conscious that his
emotion had made him utter incautious
words.
"How caused your ruin, father :" she
asked, terrified by his words, which
seemed to hint at some unknown and
hidden danger. "How can that be pos
sible?'
No matter-you are too young to
comprehend" was the unsatisfactory
reply.
He was silent for few moments, and
then suddenly began to question her
eagerly about the apple-woman-wha
she said, how she looked, her dress, her
manner, extracting every item that Lii
ian could give him in the way of infor-
nation with the ardor and keenness of
a cross-examining lawyer. Having
CLEANED that subject threadbare, he COM
menced upon the man in precisely the
same manner, until the poor girls brain
was quite bewildered, and she almost
began to fancy that she had, uncon-
sciously, committed some great crime.
6 can understand about the woman"
he said, musingly, and unconsciously
utterlng his thoughts in an audible tone
of voice; "but the man is beyond my
comprehension"
" They are both beyond my compre-
hension," remarked Lillian "but the
fright they have occasioned me has
taught me lesson, and 1 shall never
venture into New York again without
a proper escort, can assure you"
This simple assurance seemed to graf
ify Mr.. Waldron greatly, and the cloud
of care began to slowly fade from his
face.
fright, my child" he cried, pleas
antly. "After all, it was but stupid
affair. A poor woman, who lost a child
years ago, fancies she traces resem-
blance to her lost darling in your face,
because, possibly, your eyes and hair are
of the same color. History has many
records of strange resemblances, and
stranger impostures resulting therefrom.
DO not let these circumstances bewilder
your mind; remember that you are my
daughter, Lillian Farrell Waldron that
your mother, daughter of Judge Farrell,
died when you were but three years
old"
"Who doubts it, father ?" asked Lii
ian, in surprise at his earnestness.
My child, there are people in this
world who are silly enough to doubt
anything and everything, even the ex-
istence of the Supreme Ruler of the
universe"
There the conversation dropped, and
John Waldron never referred to the sub
ject again with his daughter.
The day after this conversation man
neatly dressed, paused in front of the
Waldron mansion, and took q careful
survey of the premises. You would
scarcely have recognized in this clean
shaven and respectable looking person
the sailor who had so frightened Lillian
the day before. A broad grin flushed
his swarthy features as his glance fol-
lowed the fence down to the waters
edge.
"The very place,b jingo - he chuck
led, and then INDUCED in low whistle
of satisfaction. "I begin to understand
the resemblance now-but why, why d?
That's what beats me. I'd like to in
quire into the early history of Mr.. John
Waldron. There was a grocery store at
the corner; perhaps the man may have
kept here for years-let's try him."
He sauntered on leisurely to the cor.
ner, and went in. His keen eye selected
the proprietor at once, little, plump
Englishman. Our cosmopolite detected
the accent at once, as he asked for a
good cigar, and the grocery-man replied
that he could sell him as good one as
he could get in New York. The sailor
lit it and puffed away leisurely.
ga real Havana" he said.
"Ah you know good cigar when
h. cl