The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-04-09
THE TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA. APRIL 8, 1878


wanting. Now let George Haven take
his chance. The Haven cottage stood
about an eighth of a mile further down
the road--a pretty little honey-suckle
garlanded affair--and Lucy Darl feeling
rather like spy, crept up the stairs (no-
body chanced to be In the hall,) and
took refuge In Mrs. Haven's own neat
little boudoir.
Mrs. Haven had,three or four unruly
illdisciplined children staying with her
that summer-the children of an inva-
lid sister-and Mrs. Haven was not rich
in this worlds goods like the Folliotts.
AS Lucy sat there wondering wheth-
er lucky chance was about TO befrlend
her, as 1t had befriended her before,
CHEEKY voice sounded below. George had
just come in, dripping but cheerful from
the post-ofIice.
" Hello, mother what's the matter
Crying and discouraged Why this will
never do in the world Come, little
folks, run off to the barn, every one of
you, and play. The fire smokes, does
it Well, never mind; I'll have things
all straight In minute, with few
kindlings. The fact is, mother, you sit
at home too much. You get nervous.
must contrive some way of taking you
out to drive every day.
A sly, dimpled smile came into Lucy
Darl's face as she heard the strange, ca
ressing voice of her lover, bringing hope
and courage with it, and reflected that
he was certainly of different stamp
from Eugene Folliott, whose dashing
manners and city airs and graces had so
nearly captivated her.
1t was quite evident that he would
"wash and wear" according to Aunt
Judith's theory.
" l suppose L am little nervous at
times, George" Mrs. Haven answered,
"but never feel 1t when you are here.
don't know what / should do without
a son like you. But if you ever get
married.
But Lucy Darl could not stand this
she felt like little, innocent eaves-drOp-
per, as she was, and hurried down stairs.
You here, Lucy" cried Mrs. Haven
who was busy at her stocking-d -darning.
g. You here, Miss Darl !" exclaimed
George, who had just brought in an
armful of fresh kindlings.
C. couldn't find any one up stairs
said Lucy, blushingly and looking pain
fully conscious. "I looked all over
I've just come to ask you if you got the
root of Hartford fern you promised me,
Mrs. Haven"
ITS set out in flower pot under the
back kitchen window" said Mrs. Ha-
ven. "But you'll stay here all day, Lu-
cy, dear, now that you are here"
Miss Lucy did not refuse.
Mr.. Eugene Folliott lay in bed until
eleven, and read novels. At noon he
came down stairs.
"Confounded dull here, without soul
to speak to-" said he.
OF course his mother and sister were
outside the pale of civilized humanity.
And at sunset, when the crimson
beams of the declining orb of day broke
radiantly out through parting clouds, he
tied on his best necktie, and pinned a
pink carnation in his button-hole.
Il think I'll go over to Mrs. Darl's
for little while," said he.
"You needn't,n said astute Nell
"Why not ?"
Because Lucy was here this morn
ing, and heard you scolding at poor
mamma, and because saw her go by
just now with George Haven, and they
are engaged"
How do you know p''
"By instinct"
Mr.. Folliott made a grimace, unpin-
ned the carnation and stayed at home.
The engagement became a public af-
fair the next day, and Lucy Darl wrote
back to her Aunt Judith that she had
accepted lover whom she could war
rant as an article that would "wash and
wear"