The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-04-01
For THE BLOOMFIELD TIMES
A STRANGE FRAUD;
A Mystery of New York City.
h hnIDN'T he feel annoyed at this p"
~ the sailor asked.
BY f. DELACY.

~ IhC SdilOl lShCus
:" If he felt any annoyance he never
showed it. Mr.. Waldron is one of those
selfpoised men that preserve their equa-
nimity under all circumstances. Be-
sides he had the free spending of the es-
tate; what more could he desire ? And
then he prospered in misunderstanding
plenty of capital at his back. If any
ever doubted John Waldron's love for
his wife they must have had all their
doubts dispelled when Mrs. Waldron,
two years after her fathers death, will
full as ever, attended ball too thinly
clad for the weather, caught violent
cold, which brought on galloping con-
sumption, and the physicians pronounc-
ed her case hopeless.
Her husbands grief was most heart
rending. He watched her night and
day, needless Of rest or food, until he was
nearly worn to a skeleton, and when
she died, as she did in week, they car
ried him out of the room in dead faint.
He struggled out for the funeral, and
then took to his bed, and it was six
months before he was himself again.
Then, as if fatality shadowed the
house, the little girl fell sick, and it was
soon reported that she was dangerous
You ought to have seen the distant re-
latives flock around-for if she died, they
would take ali, leaving Mr.. Waldron
nothing.
Eyes, see," said the sailor, smiling
with a serenity rather out of keeping
with the solemnity of the narrative he
was listening to.
The shopman, however, intent upon
his story did not perceive this.
Fortunately" he continued, "the
child did not die; though the doctor
gave her up at night, in the morning he
was surprised to find sudden and great
change in her, and in week she was
running about the house as brisk as
bee. The sickness affected her brain for
q while, and she was quite light-headed.
Indeed, one of the servants told me she
appeared to be another altogether, and
did not recognize those who used to pet
her, and she kept continually crying for
her mother, but that all wore off after
while, and she grew stronger and bright
er every day, until she became what you
see her now."
Thanking the shopman for his story,
the sailor threw away the stump of his
cigar, and bent his steps once more to-
wards the Farrell estate.
Let me see," he muttered, "it is
now about the time that your fashion,
able swells are taking their dinners
Guess I'll give one of them CALL"
He reached the house, entered through
the ornamental iron gate-strode heavi-
ly along the tressalated walk, up the
white marble steps, and gave the door
bell vigorous pull.
"Is Mr.. Waldron at home s' asked
he, when the door was opened.
He is,'' answered the servant, with
look which seemed to say you need
not have pulled the bell quite so hard,
sir.''
''Tell him gentleman wishes to see
him on business"
Inc easy hssurhnce OF lne sailor aWeu
the servant into respect, so she showed
him into the parlor, and went to call
Mr.. Waldron. The sailor surveyed the
luxuriant furnishings with grim smile
as he settled himself comfortable into
an easy-chair.
"He'll come down handsomely, to
stick to all this" he said, apostrophi-
zing his own reflection in the splend (.