The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-12-30


Man overheard ?" he cried. cay
1t is true; but he fell overheard. Ha,ha,
Cashel you bade farewell to the fair
italian skies but you will never shout
greeting to American shores. Ha, hal
queer choice; yon wanted to search
for sharks, ugly, Shiny, creeping things.
How the ocean roars above youl'
His rawlings changed.
GA wife, Evans Y'' he said, with a
mocking laugh. "In truth, 1 had been
thinking something of that myself; but
the queen of women-now, Evans, you
need not look surprised All where
was /?
"Of course, Evans, 1t is something to
be mistress of The Cedars," he contin-
ued, after moments pause; 4" but then
methinks she has heard of the great
suit of Cashel verSus Cashel. Wait till
win that, and shall WOO too different.
tune. Evans, bend close; she shall
be my wife. Oh, no those glorious eyes
shall beam on me. Ay will conquer
her yet, by some means or other. Evans
never fail in what undertake; and 1
ear,-ha-ha IL swear she shall be
mine.'
Such were the rawlings of the master of
The Cedars but they could not last al
ways. At last he sank into sumber
that seemed almost as deep as that of
the grave. DIR. Cover sat counting the
minutes, for the crisis of the disease was
at hand. The gates of death were open,
as it were, and the master of The Cedars
would either pass through or wake in
his right senses. He was so very close
to those gates that the dark wings of
the angel within were almost over
shawdowing him.
Hours passed.
Far in the night the man opened his
eyes.
HeS spoke.
"Dr. Cover" he said feebly.
You have been very ill, Cashel,'
said the physicians soothingly. " You
are better now. Close your eyes and
sleep, and all will be we'll with you.''
The master of The Cedars kept his
eyes on DIR. Cover for moment then
he sighed, closed his eyes, and was
asleep again.
His breathing was easy and regular
The unnatural flush had gone from his
face, leaving it very pale, however. The
master of The Cedars had been down to
the gates of death, but was returning
therefrom. Morning dawned, and still
he slept. At length he awoke. Reason
still held her sway. The change in the
disease was indeed greatly for the better.
SAINT, come hereln
1t was the master of The Cedars speak.
ing to his slave.
What am wanted, Massa Cashel ?''
asked SAINT, obeying.
"Sant, how long have been ill ?"
"'Deed, Massa Cashel, about eight or
'leben days, 'spect," was the answer
"You see, don't know, 'cisely, for L
hadn't kept berry close count OBJ de time.
Eff you had asked the doctor, he could
tell you, s'pose."
1t was few days after the change in
the disease of the master of The Cedars
During these passing days, he had been
in feeble condition, content to lie at
ease, and make no mental effort what
ever. His business cares had not har-
rassed him. His hold ON life had been
too slender for him to take an interest in
anything.
But he was growing stronger.
suppose the doctor does known he
returned to SAINT, in tone of annoy
ance. Can you tell me, then, what
day of the week it is 20
SAINT hung his head He was still
puzzled.
"'Deed can't, Massa Cashel. You
see, done keep no count of such
tings."
Be off, then, you villain, and ask
somebody who does know something. !"
Evidently, the master of The Cedars
was recovering rapidly. SAINT started to
leave the apartment. At that moment,
however, DIR. Cover entered.
" Doctor, is this August Y'' cried the
master of The Cedars eagerly.
This is August" was the doctors
reply.
what day ?"
"The fifth ?"
Doctor, are you acquainted with
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