The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-08-12

the same train with Mrs. Dalrymple.
/ wonder II / might go up and see
her Y"
Rather to her surprise, Sally made no
objection.
"She hain't said she wouldn't see no.
body, and mebbe it'll rouse her up bit,"
was her ultimatum, and Miss Mallows
ran lightly up. A door stood half open;
she tapped, and in answer to faint
"Come in" entered the bedroom,
where, covered with a resplendent star
patterned patchwork quilt, lay her late
fellow-traveler.
The pale cheeks, from which much of
the childish roundness bad wasted,
flushed at sight of her.
hope you will forgive me for COM
ing up so unceremoniously, began Fe-
licia, to hide her own nervousness.
"Your old housekeeper gave me leave,
and-well, felt so sorry for you, sick
and alone in a strange place, that 1
wanted to come. If it tires you, you
must send me away.
The girl looked at her moment in
silence. Then she said, won't you
sit down There's chair.'
Miss Mallows sat down. She was a
pleasant object to look at in her olive
| greens and pheasant browns, with cheeks
and eyes frightened by frosty air, and
the invalid felt it.
You was in the car the day L came,
wasn't you ?" she said. "I recollect
your hat. "I've been tick most ever
since. 1t seems long time"
"The first few weeks in a new place
are apt to seem long," replied Felicia,
kindly; +" and dare say you miss your
| home"
"I haven't any home to miss''-
sadly.
"Indeed."
"No. / don't remember my folks at
all, or scarcely. My father he died when
was born, and mother when wasn't
but two. L hadn't any body else, so
they sent me to the orphan asylum, and
lived there fifteen years"
"Poor child Did your And what
then ?''
Then was took by Mr. Parker over
to Cheshire. was their help, but they
were very good to me, and it was most
of home I'd ever had. Miss Parker
she liked to have me call her "ma,"
and did,"
"And then you married Mr.. Dalrym-
ple."
"Yes." The blue eyes clouded over,
and the lips closed tightly over the one
word"
"And now hope you'll have real
home of your own at last. What q
pleasant old home this is Even at this
season one can see that. And my friends
tell me that Mr.. Dalrymple is so kind,
and good, and clever, and so much re-
spected in the neighborhood. am sure
you cannot fail to be happy with him,
though just at first the farm may seem a
little lonely and strange
The reply to these well-meant remarks
was unexpected, for the bride burst into
a violent fit of crying, which no sooth-
ing on the part of her dismayed guest
availed to check.
"I'll tell you about it" she sobbed at
last, quieting little, and won to conf
dence, as it were, by the tears in Fell
cia's own eyes. haven't had any one
to tell before, and I'm so unhappy. 1
didn't think should feel so when got
married. They all said should be a
fool if didn't take Mr.. Dalrymple, be-
cause he was SO well off, and he wanted
me so much; even Miss Parker she said
she couldn't countenance no such a
thing as my saying no, and I'd never
have such another chance the longest
day I lived. Then I never had NO
one to do for me before, and he gave me
such a lot of things, and did SO like to
look nice and pretty like ladies do, and
SOL did. And then, somehow, when
it was all over, and had to go off with
him, it come to me all of sudden what
I'd done, and how my whole life was o
going to be just the same thing always,
and he was always a going to be there,
and know the girls laughed at us be-
hind our backs, and Louisa Brooks call
ed him 'spindle-toes, and yet I'd got to
stay by him and never go anywhere
else, or be anything else. And it all
come over me, and it was awful ]
hadn't ever realized it before" And
she looked with piteous anxiety into
Miss Mallows face, who stroked heI
hand gently, but wisely made no answer