The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-05-13
NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA, TUESDAY, MAY1s 1879

apron, and jerked Johnny from too
near contact, with the lady's precious
robe.
81 am Martha Fielding, ma'am, at
your service. / have the honor of
speaking to Mrs. Jones p'
"Lud, no, woman I've been to
Europe since those days, and am mar
ried to right handsome young man by
the name of Landersdale. Mrs. Ross
Landersdale. Quite an aristocratic IT,
tie, amt it ? But didn't come to talk,
though, seeing as you used to wash for
us in old times, before dear Jones specu-
lated and got rich, it's but material that
should like to gissip bit. Pm inclined
to be very friendly with my interiors,
and Landersdale scolds me for it; but L
told him at the last Inaugural Ball,
when 1 danced with two ginerals, that
could never stand it to be etiquetical
for any length of time.''
She evidently enjoyed Mrs. Fielding's
breathless admiration and, as she drew
herself up with suddenly remembered
dignity, there was a comical mixture of
freezing hauteur and good-natured fa-
miliarity in her manner.
Lud, Fielding, it's terrible trial to
life and limb to climb these stairs. The
footman wanted to come up for me, but
told him no, = your time was more
precious than mine, and you couldn't
afford to leave the wash-tub and come
IN Oh - ALL H., - II.
folks. What is your price dozen
nowp'
A dollar for fine pieces, ma'am, and
L allow one white skirt to the dozen p''
" Preposterous !" Mrs. Landersdale,
although wealthy, shared the weakness
of most rich people, and was parsimo-
nious. "Seventy-five cents was all L
used to pay"
Yes, madam but times is hard
There is the fuel, the rent, and the chill
dren. Poor folks must keep body and
soul together, you know"
Mrs. Landersdale vouchsafed no reply
to this, but rolled her small blue eyes to
the ceiling, and seemed to be counting
the flies thereon-or rather the small
white spots where the flies were not.
Ike had taken refuge in the kitchen,
but now appeared radiant, after ducking
his pretty face in the tin basin, and rub
bing it with coarse towel. His large
blue eyes were cast down behind their
curtains of golden lashes, and his long
chestnut curls hung in graceful con-
fusion below his waist. He was GER
tainly remarkably beautiful boy, and
Mrs. Landersdale, with all her failings,
possessed a passionate maternal love for
pretty children.
"Oh, what duck of boy What
a precious cherub Will the little dear
come and kiss the lady ?"
Ike advanced, the blood mantling his
fair cheeks and temples. He looked |
very little like boy that would steal
his brothers sums, fight, and tell lies.-
His appearance was truly angelic and
no wonder Mrs. Landersdale, who pos
sessed very little penetration, was
charmed.
"Just what the Lord has denied me
"a child. All, Fielding, is it possible
this little sprig of aristocracy is your
son ?''
Martha's face Redeemed at her visitors
insolent tone.
"The Fieldings have good blood in
their viens, ma'am, and my folks were
honest New England people. There's
no aristocracy in America and my son
may be President yet-who knows 2"
"To be sure, Fielding. When uni
versal suffering comes in, he'll get all
the women's votes, and hearts too, by
his beauty"
She chuckled, and drew Ike, with his
coarse boots and patched trousers, upon
her lap.
my dear, will you go home with the
lady, and ride beautiful pony and wear
a velvet dress? What is my precious
name ?"
John made face as Ike, looking
bashfully up, caught his eye. He knew
that this sanity manner was a sham,
and beauty did not influence him as it
did the fairer sex.
Isaac Vernon Fielding" answered
his mother, with a glow of pardonable
pride. His fathers name was Vernon
he belonged to respectable family, but
was driven from home for my sake. All,
they were proud folks. Poor soul he
was charmed by my yellow curls and
blue eyes, or he'd never have given nm