The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-06-17

the test"
"Well, If you indulge in such ultra
romantic notions, 1 think must inter-
dict novels in the future" said Morley,
laughing. You shall go through
course of Rollin and Adam Smith, and
light literature of that description. Put
to the test, indeed And now 1 am put
to the test, what do you think of me-
Are you satisfied ?"
Perfectly" said Dora, looking up
with smile that endorsed her words;
show could be otherwise 1 shall
always feel proud and glad when think
how true and noble you have been.-
But, oh, Morley, if it should prove
truel"
Never fear, my darling" said he;
depend upon it my solution of the af-
fair is the right one. Mrs. East was
not in her right senses when she told
you this tale. Don't you trouble your
little head about it any more. cannot
bear to see you looking 80 grave"
Dora tried to smile, and being very much
interested, soon succeeded, and looking
back after she had dismissed her maid
for the night, she thought that alto
gether the day had been an impor-
tant and pleasant one. She had had
some very keen suffering, but it had
been of short duration. Morley had
proved himself equal to any hero she
had ever read, and she was inclined to
consider her own share in the little dra-
ma they had acted satisfactory perfor-
nance.
A very egotistical, romantic, ,unprofita-
BILE sort of heroine is this Dora Lynton,
we hear some one exclaim-true to some
extent, but her character was genuine
one. AS yet she was wandering about,
unable to find her place in the battle of
life; but, depend upon it, that place
once found, Dora would fill it well, for
the girl possessed those qualities that in
their appointed season must always end
by making their owner types of the
noblest class of womanhood.
Dora was not sleepy that night; so
she lay for long time looking up at the
stars that peeped through the muslin
curtains, and as a natural consequence,
IL was very late before she awoke on the
following morning.
Her maid was seated by the window
mending lace, an employment for which
Dora plentifully provided. Her young
mistress looked at her idly, thinking it
must be very dreadful for any one to be
obliged to be so industrious, and then
asked if it were not very late.
Yes, miss, halfpast ten," was the
reply.
My goodness !" cried Dora ,springing
out of bed, how could you let me
sleep till such a time, Myers Papa
has had his breakfast, of course"
"An hour ago, miss" was the reply.
{" He and Osborne are both out now, /
Think
"Oh, dear!" said Dora, "papa has
had to pour out his coffee. himself, and
know he detests that; and Morley will
think shall make nice sort of wife, -
she added, mentally, =" for last night it
was only half-past ten when said
goodnight"
She proceeded to dress with haste
that was not expedition, pausing in a
few moments to ask if Mrs. Hunt had
sent any message for her that morn
ing.
Yes, miss i" was the hesitating re-
ply, as the girl bent over the morning
dress she was unfolding.
Dora noticed her manner, and rightly
imagined that it presaged bad news.
"What is it, Myers ?" she said, quick
ly. "Tell me.'
"She sent to say that Mrs. East died
this morning at half-past four, miss"
Dora's grief was genuine, and the
tears she shed for the loss of her old
friend were very bitter she mingled
with her sorrow were feelings of won
der, nearly akin to fear, lest she to whom
she had fondly given the name of Sec
ond mother, should prove to have the
exclusive right to that title; the test
had been applied, and Morley had stood
it bravely. But, oh, it would be SO
hard to go to him, not only compare
lively poor, but nameless !-for Dora
had imbibed all the Lyntons notions
and in her opinion such plebelan cog
nomen as East was little better than nc
name at all.
However, she had 1t in her power tC