The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-12-03

vous temperament which showed in his
prompt and direct motions, and in the
quick glance of his brilliant eyes, did
not keep the flesh off. His features
were noticeably fine, though rather thin
his hair dark, and close-cut to a we'll
shaped head; long mustache, dropping
over but not concealing remark
ably handsome mouth and chin. The
expression of his face was bright, frank
and cordial; but will and pride lurked
in the rather prominent and pronounced
brows. The eyes, which were deep-set,
brilliant and penetrating, would easily
have been mistaken for black, but were
in reality of clear, pale gray.
Without saying word, he adva need
into the room, took his bride by the
hand, and kissed her glowing cheek,
then nodded smilingly to her friends
Lastly, he perceived the child, who had
shrunk back on his entrance, and now
stood earnestly yet fearfully regarding
him.
"Well, is Rose Paulier going to be
brides -maidp ''asked the doctor, in q clear,
pleasant voice, smiling on the child, not
so much from fondness for her as from
contentment with himself.
No, sir" whispered Rose presently,
since no one else answered, her cheeks,
glowing scarlet with confusion at seeing
so many eyes upon her.
You would rather be bride, per-
haps ?" asked the doctor, with great
politeness.
Rose hesitated, not knowing what
manner of answer she was expected to
make, then dropped her lustrous eyes,
and said again;
Yes, SIR"
The eyes were lifted, though instantly,
at the laugh that broke forth at her
answer, tears of anger, surprise, and
wounded feeling rushed into them, and
enhanced their dazzling brightness.
What are you doing to this child ?"
cried Miss Meeta, appearing in the door,
arrayed in white like her sister, but
wearing scarf of blue gauze instead of
the white veil. "I won't have her
plagued"
"She wishes to be married, Meeta,"
explained the doctor.
"Dear little innocent!' cried Miss
Wilson, taking the child's hand, and
bending to kiss the low ,sun-burnt brow.
"She isn't the only one who wishes it;
witness Anne here. And you ought to
be ashamed, Eugene, to tease her. She
came here to gather flowers for Anne's
wreath, and came by my invitation. 1
am sure the child hasn't too happy
life."
''I didn't mean to tease her." the
gentleman said, soldering at once; then
smiling, as soft voice at his elbow
echoed:
"Oh, no he did not mean to tease
her."
Miss Wilson was still holding the lit
tie girls hand, and looking at her atten-
lively.
don't think she is well, Eugene"
she said. ''Her hands are quite hot =
and see how her eyes burn"
The doctor approached the child, and,
in spite of her shrinking back and turn
ing away her face, took her hand, ex-
amined her pulse, and then made her
show him her tongue. The little hand
was burning hot, the pulse was throb-
bing full with fever, and the tongue was
coated with thick, white coating, down
the centre of which ran an ugly yellow
line.
6 What in the world is she out for 2"
exclaimed the physician angrily. "They
take no care of children at that place.
Here, child go directly home and give
them this"
He wrote hastily on slip of paper
which he had taken from his pocket:
Rose Paulier has high fever, and
needs immediate attention. 1t is a
shame that she should be anywhere but
in bed. Send for the doctor at once"
81 am sorry there is no one to go with
her." he said. But she can go alone,
as she came. Go right away now, and
give Mrs. Warren this paper"
The child took the paper, and went
silently out of the room and downstairs
again, followed by kind words and pity
ing looks, and by a promise from Miss
Meeta that she would come to see her,
and bring her the promised wedding
cake just as soon as Rose was we'll
enough to eat it.
1t wasn't very pleasant episode in