The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-10-01

Her face otherwise was not SO bad. In
deed he could have seen that 1t had good
points If 1t had not been prejudiced by
the hair and ill-fitting dress.
p" How dy do, Mr.. Fanshaw ?" said
Lousia in broad accents, advancing with
outstretched hand.
"Quite well, thank you," he answer
ed hesitatingly. "Do 1 address Miss
Burton 2"
:" expect you do" said Lousia.
=" hope you are WE'LL"
Pooty smart, thank you" said
Lousia.
"And your respected uncle, trust is
well also p'
MY respectable uncle Lor how
funny. But of course he is respectable.
Yes he's pooty smart too, but he had to
go off On business, and he wanted me to
look after you. He will be home in
week"
=" Good gracious what vulgarity !"
calculated John Fanshaw to himself.
" And what horrid hairl What
wretched dressmaker she must have,
too"
81 expect you're admirin' my Dress"
said Lousia. Aint 1t pooty ~
The said dress had very large figure
and was of very bright hues, in fact in
material, as well as cut, entirely out of
taste.
"Quite so,' said the gentleman in
some embarrassment.
''I picked it out myself" said
Lousia complacently. "Uncle didn't
like it, but think it's sweet pooty.
"What taste !" calculated Fanshaw,
mentally. "She is like young savage,
pleased with bright colors. L wonder
whether she knows anything. "I'll
try her."
He picked ups Tennyson from the
table, and said:
"Are you fond of poetry, Miss Bur-
tonp"
WELL" said Lousia, "I like some.
had some writ in my album tother
day that liked first rate. Shall L say
itp"
Thank you, wish you would"
1t was like this" said Lousia. 81
know it by heart.'
1.-THE rose is red,
The violet's blue,
The pink is pooty,
And so are you"
Amt it good ?"
Very" said Fanshaw, drily, "have
you ever read Tennyson, Miss Burton ?"
Who's he 7"
"These are his POEMS"
go, that book. No, 1 haint never
read it. 1t was give me by a friend, but
1 can't understand it very WELL"
"No, L should think not" thought
theyoung man. A girl who admires
the rose is red" wouldn't be very apt
to relish or appreciate Tennyson."
But forgot" said Lousia suddenly,
"you must be awful hungry, ,aint you ?"
Not so bad as that" said Fanshaw
with faint smile.
"I'll go and see about dinner" said
Lousia. 81 don't know what we're
going to have. L hope it's fried liver.
L doat on liver"
WELL" calculated Fanshaw left to
himself {" If she isn't the most cOuntried
specimen ever met. L wouldn't t marry
her if she were worth four times fifty
thousand dollars. To think of intro
ducing such creature as Mrs. Fan
shaw 1t makes nay blood run cold.
Fancy how all the fellows in my set
would sneer at her. 1 only wish L were
well out of it,"
Lousia entertained the visitor in q
similar way at dinner, and watched
with quiet exultation the effect which
was evidently produced upon his mind.
"I don't think there's much pros
pect of his proposing, she thought.
:" If he doesn't shall hold my uncle to
his PROMISE"
Do you play the piano ?" inquired
the young man, seeing one in the room.
Yes" said Lousia, I" can play one
tune"
Would you oblige me ?"
80, certainly, 1 love to play"
Ole sdt uOWu anu muruefeu OWee
Home in the most atrocious man ner,
till the young man became very restive
and was thankful when she had finish
ed.
Just as 1 might have anticipated, y
he thought.
Three days passed, and Mr.. Fanshaw
could stand it no longer. An impera-
tive engagement called him back to the