The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-12-03
!. A glass Of water2o said anxious.

w hoV AVA ~ UP my ilhBNi III
Ridiculous 1 will put 1t in my mouth.
Please do not destroy your pockethand-
chief. You will excuse my sucking my
thumb like baby while talk. There,
1t is all over now, young gentl eman. l
never screamed at mouse, gotinto hys-
terics over caterpillar, and do not blink
at lightning"
You are very brave little woman,
then. Here, take this telegraphic mes
sage which you have dropped" and 1
handed the message to her.
F." heard the waiter tell you received
ten messages day. Now can you put
that together with my dozen newspa-
pers ?"
81 cannot-do not care to. 1t is not
any of my business, Mrs. Bland. 1 am
not curious" REPLIED
Well, am-very much so-and my
business is to-ah !" here she stopped,
for David just then rang bell, which
meant that the stage-coach with the
passengers from the railroad was COM
ing. This coach stopped at the house
first, then continued on its journey to
small tavern further up the coast.
"All 1 can tell you is this, Sir, that
in that coach you will find a man you
hardly expected to see. Go and look"
With that Mrs. Bland famed herself
quite composedly, and went to her
room.
L went to the coach, not understanding
what the woman meant. Some three
women got out of the vehicle, followed
by an old gentleman, who had to be
helped out-evidently an invalid. On
the box by the driver was man who,
as approached lit fuze, and with it
his cigar. His face L did not recognize.
l then felt some little curiosity to find
out what Mrs. Bland meant about the
man hardly expected to see." l did
! peer into the coach. / was aided by
David, who, with the lantern, was look
ing for parasol one of the lady pas
sengers had left. There was man,
apparently asleep. Though it was Sum-
mer, a handkerchief was thrown par
TALLY over his face. One glimpse was
enough. Though his whiskers had
been cut, and his reddish hair stained
black, it was the face of George Harland,
the assistant teller of our bank He
looked at me in an agonized way, then
put his finger to his lips, and said in
low, broken voice: my God Henry,
1 am a thief, trying to escape-to escape.
L know they are after me-" Then he
shuddered. 81 am mad-crazed-hav
lost my head. You here Do not be-
tray mel"
To Dickerson's," cried the driver,
and off went the coach. From Dicker-
sons knew that small fishing-boats
ran to Martha's Vineyard and the Mas
sachusetts coast. l stood appalled,, dazed
and speechless.
Mrs. Bland met me on the veranda
with some flowers in her hand which
exhalted deep luscious perfume. The
odor quite sickened me. "Ladies and
gents" cried the good-n atured, familiar
landlord in his shirt sleeves. cit isn't
down on the bill of fare, but we have
been quite short of fruit, peaches and
SIGH, for the last three days, and nary q
boarder has grumbled. 1 came across a
fine lot of fruit this afternoon, and they
is sot in the dining-room, and do you all
jess go in and help yourself" Mrs.
Bland was near me, and clapped her
hands with childish glee, notwith-
standing her pricked finger Will
you take me in ?" she asked quite natur-
ally.
had no heart for peaches, still l Of
fered the woman my arm. There was
group of noisy boarders at long table,
but, through David's care, Mrs. Bland
secured small kitchen table, on which
was placed dish of peaches, fanked
with huge half-moons of watermelon.
"You saw him ?'' asked Mrs. Agnes
Bland, pairing a peach with silver
pocket fruit-knife, which she drew from
her pocket. dear me! the juice of
the peach gets into my cut finger, and
really stings."
Saw him, Mrs. Bland For Gods
sake, what does this all mean ?"
81 like cling-stones better than free
stones. l should be so much obliged
to you if you would pare a peach for
me. My finger makes me so awk-
ward"
Are you Nemesis, Mrs. Bland ?''
"A what? 1 don't know what that
means"