The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-04-29
A STORY FOR BOYS.

Wv as the gentleman par ercet-
yence of the party asked our Cousin
Bob, the morning after his sisters grand
wedding.
"Oh, your friend, the Professor !"
"The Professor, by all odds ~ cried
several voices.
Then the boys decanted on the Pro-
fessor's broad shoulders, his fine bearing
and his deep voice, and the girls cried
"Oh, what lovely light hair'' "Oh,
what blue eyes !" Such courteous
manners 10 " He must be an exiled
count or az
Draw your chairs around me, and I
will tell you his story" said Bob, who
had been through college, and had spent
two years abroad In study, and of course
was now Sir Oracle to a widespread
family of cousins.
But can you believe his story, BobY
There are SO many bogus counts abroad,
and papa has such terror of fortune
hunters |" cried handsome Cousin
Blanche
dDd qulbC SaiC III Oliio OdoOS AOl OhO
Professor has a lovely wife, and little
boy who talks as fast as any of you"
Oh-h, phoo ~ cried Blanche, with
an air of of disappointment Her sis
ter's dearest school-friend, May Curtis,
had been abroad, and. married a man
whose only claims to consideration were
immense whiskers and title. Her
father had to support them both but
May had coronet on her card and
perhaps that atoned for all the rest.
Our pretty cousin wanted a coronet
on her card, and had set her eye on the
Professor the night before. She saw
coronet in his physique and Manners
But she was only seventeen then, and
not as wise as she became afterward."
"Come come the story, Bob," shout
ed one of boys.
Well, the Professor is one of those
rare, grand fellows who never boast of
ancestry. The meanest scamps L know
are boasters of that kind-making capt.
tai of the greatness or meanness of their
ancestors. If our fathers were good and
noble, the honor was their own; If low,
and mean and ignorant, we should keep
still, and shield their memory from con-
tempt, and not try to show how high we
have risen against all the obstacles of
birth and education"
"Come, Rob, you are preaching a
sermon instead of telling story" cried
one of the boys.
"Well, when entered college, was
a real mothers boy and the world
seemed so big that 1 felt lost in it. L
confess / was homesick. This elegant
man read my secret at a glance, and
hid it and sheltered it in his great big
heart.
" L felt then as you did last night-as
if had caught "a live nobleman," and
was a safe and happy fellow ever after
that. Such was my admiration of him
that L did not see how plainly he
dressed, but tried to initiate him in every
way. 1 parted my hair like his-do you
see? used my knife and fork as he
did; and l am happy to say kept my
room neat and my boots well blacked be-
cause he did," said Rob.
'He was q religions man and gentle
man. Religion always improves mans
manners. Even old Somers, careless
and rough as he is now, was ten times
SO before he''-
Preaching again, Robl" shouted
Cousin Joe.
Then we all laughed, and one rogue
cried, "Stick to your text, brothefl"
"You're right ~ laughed Rob. "I'n
try not to get off my subject again.
1.-The professor was, as he tells me, the
son of small farmer, near the banks of
the Rhine. The family was large, and
great economy were required to keep pupa
a respectable appearance. They might
eat black bread and barley, wear wooden
soled shoes and homespun garments, if
necessary, but they must have educa-
| tion.
The mother and elder sisters knit,
every spare moment, and the count, as
Blanche calls him, would skate to town
in winter, and walk in summer, to sell
their work.
"The money he brought home was all
put into an iron box, with paddock,
the key of which always slumbered in
the vest pocket of good Fader Gautze,
| and was called nv him Scb,fIe relf' -