The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-06-25

am, unless you COulu DecOIne All IHuldu
Commissioner or clerk of the treasury,
or something of that kind. You know
L won't marry literary man under any
possible circumstances. I'm clear on
that subject, Jack"
"I know all about farming, Kitty, If
that would do"
But suppose if you were farmer,
we should have to live in the country. L
am sure that would not do"
Jack did not see how the city and the
farm could be brought to terms; so he
sighed, and was silent.
Kitty answered the sigh. No use in
bothering about me, Jack. You ought
to be glad have been so honest. Some
girls would have risked you,' and in a
week you'd have been just as misera-
ble!"
"You don't dislike me, Kitty ?"
Not at all. l think you are first
rate"
cit is my profession, then ?"
Exactly"
"Now what has it ever done to offend
you p'
Nothing yet, and don't mean it
ever shall. You see, know Will Hut
toms wife; and what that woman en-
dures! IT'S just dreadful"
"Now, Kitty
cit is, Jack. Will reads all his fine
articles to her, wakes herup at night to
listen to some new poem, rushes away
from the dinner table to jot down what
he calls an idea, is always pointing out
splendid passes to her, and keeps her
working just like a slave copying his
manuscripts and cutting newspapers to
pieces. Oh, it is just dreadful ~
"But she thoroughly enjoys it,"
eyes, that is such shame. Will has
quite spoiled her. Lucy used to be areal
nice, a jolly, stylish girl. Before she
was married she was splendid company;
now, you might just as well NOPE round
with a book"
Kitty, I'd promise upon my honor
at the altar, if you like-never to
bother you with anything write; never
to say a word about my profession"
"No, no, Sir Then you would soon
be finding some one else to bother, per-
haps some blonde, sentimental, intel
lectual friend What is the use of
turning good-natured little thing like
me into hateful dog in the manger
am not naturally able to appreciate you,
but if you were mine, should snarl
and bark and bite at any other woman
who was"
Jack liked this unchristian sentiment
very much indeed. He squeezed Kitty's
hand and looked so gratefully into her
bright face that she was forced to pre-
tend he had ruined her glove.
"I'll buy you boxes full, Kitty; and,
darling, am not very poor am quite
sure could make plenty of money for
you"
Jack, did not want to speak about
money; because, if a girl does not go
into raptures about being willing to live
on crusts and dress in calicoes for love,
people say she's mercenary. Well, then,
am mercenary. l want silk dresses
and decent dinners and matinees, and
I'm fond of having things regular; it's
habit of mine to like them all the
time. Now, know literary people have
spasms of riches, and then spasms of
poverty. Artists are just the same.
have tried poverty occasionally, and
found its uses less desirable than some
people tell us they are"
Have you decided yet whom and
what you will marry 2"
"No sarcasm, Jack. 1 shall marry
the first good honest fellow that loves
me and has steady business, and who
will not take me every summer to see
views"
To see views ?"
eyes. / am sick to death of fine
scenery and mountains, scarped and
Jagged and rifted,' and all other kinds
I've seen so many grand landscapes,
never want to see another. / want to
stay at the Branch or the Springs, and
have nice dresses and hop every night.
And you know papa will go to some
lonely place where all my toilettes are
thrown away, and where there is not
a soul to speak to but famous men of
one kind or another"
Jack couldn't help laughing but they
were now among the little crush that
generally gathers in vestibule Of a