The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-04-01

plate mirror that filled the space be-
tween the two windows opening upon
the balcony.
The door opened, aud Mr.. John Wal
dron entered the room. Perhaps the
reader may feel little curious to know
what kind of a man this Mr.. John Wal
dron was of whom he had heard so very
much. He was tall in stature, full six
feet, sinewy and l-proportioned,
frame combining grace and strength
with the polish of well-bred society,"
Delicate white hands, with long taper
ing fingers, seal ring upon his little
finger of the left hand-a topaz Reg
lar features, long, straight nose, square
chin, and small mouth. Deep blue
eyes, with just CLINT of steel in their
expression-a broad white forehead, and
a profusion of light curly brown hair,
with full beard and whiskers two shades
darker in color. A firm, self-poised
man, carrying dignity in every motion
compelling respect. A man to lead the
masses and one not easily turned aside
from the settled purpose of his soul. A
man of wealth-it was apparent in
every movement. Looking at him, you
could readily understand how he had
won the heart of Lillian Farrell - you
would wager that no woman could re-
fuse him. There was but one defect in
his whole appearance-the eye; it look
ed as if the man might be treacherous,
yet no man had ever found him so. The
sailor who knew the world, gauged
him rightly, in one comprensive glance,
as he entered the room.
GA tough customer this," he mutter-
ed pithily.
You wish to speak with me ?" asked
Mr.. Waldron, urbanely, with cursory
look at the stranger.
81 do" answered the sailor. 81
know who you are, and as do not wish
to take advantage of any man, let me
tell you who am. My name is Robert
Mobiles, commonly called Bob Mob
bles; p'raps you have heard of me be-
FORE"
81 never did," answered Mr.. Wal
dron with smile. "What is the OBJ
ject of your visit here = Scarcely TO beg,
I should judge from your appearance.
" Oh, no, I've only come to borrow"
answered Mobiles, drily.
"To borrowl" exclaimed Mr.. Wal
dron, in some surprise. My good
man am neither a pawnbroker nor
usurer and moreover, this is my pri-
vate residence, and am not in the habit
of transacting business here"
I" Are you sure this is your resi-
dence ?" asked Mobiles, ,unconcernedly.
Mr.. Waldron colored slightly, and his
smooth forehead wrinkled into the
least perceptible frown.
cit is mine to all intents and pur-
poses,', he answered, haughtily, "al-
though it nominally belongs to my
daughter Lillian"
" Are you sure she is your daughter ?"
asked the impertubable sailor.
Mr.. Waldron started as though he had
been stung.
" What do you mean ?" he gasped.
" Do you know the large elm tree that
stands by the rivers bank 2" continued
Mobiles in the same strain. Do you
know what is buried at the foot of that
tree 2"
Mr.. Waldron grew CHASTITY pale; his
limbs seemed to fail him, and he sank
into chair, grasping its back convul-
sively with his white fingers. Mobiles
surveyed him with grim smile of sat-
isfaction.
"Who are you, and what do you
know 2" demanded Mr.. Waldron ,hoarse-
ly, of his strange visitor.
81 have told you my name is Mob
bles rated on the ships books as an
able bodied sailor; and now I'll tell you
what know. Strange things some
times happen in this world, and one of
them once happened to me. This is
how it happened. Fourteen years ago"
Mr.. WG&slron shuddered-" ah see you
have good memory = 1 was mixed up
with party that used to visit vessels in
the harbor at night and help themselves
to any trifies that might be lying around
loose.'
River thieves ~
Exactly. Well, one night the
police chased me, but escaped by
swimming to shore, and hiding my
self among some trees that grew near
the waters edge. When the pursuit
was over, and had time to look about