The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-04-16

waiting maid, and something, almost
like smile, but if 1t was Il smile, Ii was
one of bitterness.
"And this is the woman who would
palm herself off upon Captain Lincoln,
as q woman fit for wife. All she lit
tie dreams what crashing there may be
among her wicked hopes. She be the
wife of kind and virtuous man o,
Heaven help the poor unfortunate who
falls into her meshes."
All the time that the girl was handling
the rouge-cups, flesh powders, perfume
boxes and bottles, her features wore that
same look of contempt, and when she
had finished the arrangement, another
bitter smile passed over her face, and
then she left the room.
1t was nearly dusk when Lovina de-
scended to the drawing-room. Her
mother was there, and so was her
brother, Watson, who had just come in
from his business. Watson was a year
and half older than his sister, and as
his character had been mostly formed
away from home, he was noble
hearted, upright man. The example
of his mother and sister had made him
disgusted with the deceit he found in
society, and he had consequently learned
to take things for their intrinsic value.
He had inherited few thousand dollars
from his fathers estate, and was now
engaged in lucrative business of his
own.
"Ah, Lovina, give you joy" ex-
claimed Mrs. Gilbert, as her daughter
entered the room. Upon my soul
never saw you look better. Such
charming freshness about your cheeks.
declare, the lily and the rose outvie
each other. Doesn't she look beautiful,
Watson ?'
Now the young man would have said
nothing if he had been left alone, but,
since his judgment was thus called for,
he felt at liberty to speak.
"She may look beautiful to those who
know her not" replied the brother
"but paint cannot hide"
60, you brutel" interrupted Lovina,
with a look and tone of passion.
"There, my sister, your paint cannot
hide that disposition, =" said Watson with
a faint smile.
Get out you miserable torment"
go, o, Lovina; that makes you look
worse still.'
Watson," spoke the mother, such
conduct is objectionable. Have you
no sense of delicacy?"
Yes and so have 1 sense of truth
and honor. All ! my mother, let me
tell you that ere you can make my sis
ter beautiful you will have to commence
deeper down into the soul. You may
cover up noXious weeds as much as you
please, but they will only gain strength
until they are rooted out.
81 wish you would go out of the house
and never come into it again as long as
you live," uttered Lovina, as she stamp
ed her shoe-pinched foot with rage.
Now that is wicked wish, sister,
You know speak the truth"
No, you don't speak the TRUTH
wherein do not?"
" No matter.''
Now, sister, be honest for once, and
tell the truth. What would you give if
you could possess the rouge that dwells
upon the cheeks of your fair waiting
maid ? All, that is the God-given rouge
of health and sweet content. When
you can but gain that, then will you be
indeed beautiful"
Watson, 1 command you to leave
the ROOM" peremptorily pronounced
Mrs. Gilbert.
"With pleasure" returned the son; !;
and suiting the action to the word he
arose and turned towards the door.
"Dirty brutel" he heard his sister
say, as he passed out.
"Don't think anything of what your
brother says, my daughter" urged Mrs.
Gilbert, after her son had gone. "You
know his nature"
HE comes to set himself up as pat
term" chimed the offended Lovina.-
But only think, mother, of his bring
ing up my waiting-maid. How very
abominable ~
:" It's only one of his ridiculous ideas,
my child. But we must turn our atten-
tion to other matters. Captain Oliver
Lincoln will be here before long, and
you, Lovina, must secure him. 1t does
seem to me that you have been reserved
for him, and he for you. If you do