The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-05-13

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She took his hand and danced away
up the path, but not until she had
thrown Johnny two or three candy
hearts. He picked them up and stood
gazing after her in a dazed sort of way.
They were going up to visit the swans
why might he not go too?
He answered the question satisfactori-
ly for himself by taking another path
toward the lake, and was rewarded
when he reached the spot by catching
sight of the object of his search. The
gentleman was seated upon bench, lost
in paper, and Maudie ran along the
waters edge, throwing pebbles into the
sparkling lake.
John seated himself upon rock, and
watched the child as the sunlight danced
in her long curls and lighted up her
mischievous brown eyes. A beautiful
white swan was sailing majestically on
the blue waters, and she was using every
childish wife to induce him to come TO
shore.
"You dear, sweet little birdl' John
heard her whisper, won't you come to
Maudie I She's got candy for you, and
will eat it all up if you don't hurry"
Then she clapped her tiny hands, as
the swan, moved by her persuasive pow
ers, no doubt, came with slow, grace
full movement toward the spot where
she stood.
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the water washed against her blue boots,
and, in her eagerness to touch the birds
white feathers, stood upon tip-toe, and
held out both hands, forgetful of the
danger.
John started as he saw her reach for
ward over the deep water, but he was
too late. He heard childish shrek of
terror, then two brown eyes were lifted
imploringly toward him, two tiny hands
reached in mute appeal for rescue, and
white dress fast sinking from the view
was all he could see of Maudie.
Before her uncle, reused from his pa
per by her scream, could reach the lake,
John had thrown off his coat and vest,
and was diving for the little girl.
He was athletic, strong for his age,
and, thanks to his education, splendid
swimmer SO, before many minutes had
elapsed, Maudie was in her uncle's arms,
wet and pale from the dousing and
scare, but none the worse for her bath.
Why, darlingl what a careless wretch
was, to be sure! Why, it is miracle
you were not drowned Where is the
boy"
John had already gone from sight and
was wringing out his wet hair and re-
placing his coat and vest.
He went behind that tree, uncle;
and he is the one you wouldn't let me
speak to. He is dear, good boy though
he is dreadful poor" in a confidential
whisper, " for he amt got no good
clothes, and his trousers are all patched
up"
The gentleman went behind the tree
indicated, and found John, who blushed
and looked foolish enough when he saw
he was discovered.
"My good boy" in a lofty, conde-
scending tone, "you have done very
brave act, and of course you must be
duly rewarded. am going to call cab
and you can accompany us home then
we'll see what can be done for YOU"
o sir ~ began John in an expostu-
lating voice; but the gentleman did not
heed him.
He took Maudie in his arms, walked
down the road, and ordered John to fol-
low. They were near the entrance to
the Park, when an elegant-looking turn
out passed them, boys head was
thrust out of the carriage, and shrill
voice cried:
g say, johnson, you here, pull up
your horses! There's Uncle Ross and
Maud"
johnson, in obedience to the polite
command, accordingly pulled up, and
Mrs. Landersdale herself leaned out of
the carriage.
"What under heaven, Landersdale,
are you doing in the Park ON foot this
time of day Y-and Sunday, too! You
will mortify me to death yet. / just
passed Gineral Guns family and the
Peterses. Lud knew that Peters gal
saw you, for every one knows where her
heart has flown to, and she craned that
long neck of hern away out of the car
riage to see you. 1t is perfectly disgust
ing, these American manners. 1 de-
clare, give me foreign women for refine