The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-09-10

has made a mistake 1t will be very easy
to correct It," saying which she descend
ed to the door to meet the caller whose
advent had caused such stir. In few
minutes she returned.
" There is no mistake about 1t, John,
the lady has called at the right place,''
said Emily.
"And who does she wish to see p"
asked John.
"Mr. John Furlong."
"Me me! Why my sister who can it
be?"
''Here is her card, brother. She is
waiting below"
"Miss Florence Parkard.n
miss Florence Parkard L cannot
see her, Emily-I cannot see her. Tell
her / am indisposed. Offer any excuse
you think proper, for 1 cannot-dare
not see her today"
6 L explained your feeble condition to
her John, but instead of withdrawing,
she seemed to be more anxious to see
| you than be fore," said Emily.
"Tell her will be better tomorrow,
and will call upon her. Tell her"
The door opened gently, and q light
footstep glided noiselessly across the car
peted floor toward the sofa on which
John Furlong lay. He saw her, and
tried to raise himself to sitting posture.
FLORENCE ~
"John!"
The effort had exhausted what little
strength remained, and he fell back un-
conscious.
When he revived Florence Parkard
sat by his side. Her lace shawl was
thrown over the back of chair, and
her dainty little hat occupied another.
She kept her littlen fan busily employed
upon his face, and the life-blood was fast
returning into its channels. In a spirit
of gratitude he extended his hand. She
grasped it, and held it in hers. For a
few minutes not word was spoken on
either side
"John Furlong," said Florence,
am not stranger to the nature of your
affection for me. L have known it for
years. You love me. You have strug-
gled on and on in the hope of prosper
ing in business and bettering your con-
dition before you made your affections
known to me. L have watched you,
John Furlong. am rich, and you are
poor. Day after day, with salary that
an unprincipled firm was cutting down,
you saw your hopes crushed. Still you
| laI f,1t
day you were discharged-I heard it all.
Mr.. Lord went to the club, and there
boasted of his conduct toward you. In
the midst of his hilarity he was seen to
reel in his chair and fall. A doctor was
summoned, but life had fled. He who
had "cut down" others was in turn
"cut down" by the hand of God.
When heard of your misfortune 1
fastened here. Surrounded as L am by
host of giddy admirers, L saw at once,
and read their hearts. They loved me
for my money. There is one brave man
who loves me for myself alone, and
that man is John Furlong."
Florence! Florence you have read
my heart Alright"
" know it, John. 1 know also that
your love is returned. 1 have endeavor-
ed to disguise the fact from myself; but
it is useless, You would not, from a
sense of honor, ask me to become your
wife-John Furlong, ask you to be-
come my husband. You are ILL can
not leave you. Give me the right to re-
main and care for you-make me your
wife,
"Oh, what JOY 1t would be to me I"
said John, in the ecstasy of the moment.
Florence Packard the wife of poor
John Furlong Never neverl"
"Not never, John, but forever" said
Florence 81 do not care for what the
world says. You are all to me-the
world is nothing. You will consent ?"
She pressed her claims eloquently and
fervently, but still he resisted. He plead
ed for delay.
81 will not leave this house save as
the wife of John Furlong," said Flor
ence.
He could resist no longer. When
he breathed the happy consent Florence
wotnd her delicate arms around him,
ana kissed the tears from his cheeks. A
Clergyman was sent for, and before an
hour had passed Miss Florence Packard
had become Mrs. John Furlong. When
his health permitted they removed from
H the apartments on the fourth floor to q