The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-11-11
He Took The Old Mans Advice.

moreover, there were dimples lurking
in her rose-tinted cheeks.
She was well worth loving, although
not quite an angel, for If she had been,
she would not have been woman, yet
she certainly was thief.
A thief Stealing hearts by the whole
sale.
But she who so loved TO coquette with
hearts was at last taken captive; for
love conquered the merriest and most
mischievous maiden whoever laughed at
his wiles; and love came to Winnifred,
now, simple and delicious.
No two love-makings happen in just
the same way, as no two leaves are alike
on the same tree.
One day 1t happened that two grey
eyes looked into hers-the merest acci-
dent, of course.
1t was the first time that he had call
ed her by her first name and there was
something In the look of those gray eyes
which sent the warm blood to her
cheeks and caused tumult of emotion
it seemed to her like the finding of a
bunch of violets in mid-winter.
" He loves me-" she thought, with
thrill of delight quite unlike former
experiences.
Winnifred," he said tenderly, "you
are very dear to me, have loved you
devotedly all these years. and he wait
ed for reply.
And-I-love you, Tom-but--"
"Ohl let there be no butts. You will
love me, Winnie, darling, let who will
oppose, will you not ?"
"Yes, Tom-till die," she said, her
face all aglow with eagerness.
Then she paused abruptly. Now, Tom
was only clerk, with nothing but his
salary to depend upon-rich in nothing
but honesty and good humor; while
her father was wealthy.
81 fear my father will not favor our
love-" she continued, with some embar-
rassment; "but ought to choose for
myself-it is my right"
The gray eyes softened. For the first
time in his life Tom had told woman
that he loved her, and had found the
telling pleasant. He told her, too, that
he had not much to offer. Would she
be content with humble home shared
with loyal heart-with love, instead
of luxuryp
Yes, she would be ''quite content"
For time these two sat with clasped
hands in dreamy silence, which yet
was not silence. Winnie's heart was
full to the brim-the tell-tal color of her
cheeks-the sweet confusion in her eyes,
were utterances more potent than
words.
Then there ensued a quiet, rational
talk about their prospects, and best way
to manage father"
Thomas Lane was successful mer-
chant-blesssd with "full and plenty"
yet he had vexation. 1t was one
trouble of his life how to snub and cir
cumvent brother merchant, mot meanly
or maliciously, but good-humoredly.
Josiah Wright, with 'dog-in-the-
manger" disposition, had always been
jealous of his old friend and neighbours
unexampled prosperity, and he had
kept up series of petty annoyances
against Thomas Lane.
That day Mr.. Lane had heard some
disparaging remark made by sold JOSH
ah," as he was won't to call him, and he
was brooding over it as he sat tilted back
in his chair in his private office, when
Tom, his confidential clerk and "right
hand man" unexpectedly entered.
"Glad you came, Tom," he exclaim-
ed, 'for Pm just bit lonely. Been up
to the house, but couldn It stay; daugh-
ter's gone for the season to Aunt
Mercy's; mean to take run down
there myself next week; and, Tom, now
that think of it, you must take run
up to Saratoga-at my expense. I've
noticed that you have been mopish Of
late, and it will drive away the blues to
get among gay people. 1 don't like to
see you 'out of sorts, >"
+" You are very kind, sir" Tom re-
piled.
Pooh, pooh Nothing of the sort.
It's simple justice. Come, come, don't
look so dismal. Is anything going
wrong? Just as likely as not some
pretty damsel has captured your heart. +"
And the kindly-natured merchant
rubbed his hands together, and glanced
inquiringly at his favorite clerk, who
stood, looking conscious and sheepish,