The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-05-20

how humillatlng What will dear
Verne say Y'
She communicated the news to Verne
few moments later His pale face
grew trihe paler, and he fixed upon
John anything but friendly glance.
Well, knew his name was Field
ing, but never dreamed he could be a
relative of mine. The fellow must have
some pluck, or he'd have claimed us be-
fore this. / don't want to be mortified
before all these people as to my birth at
this late day, so L don't care how soon
we pull up stakes at leave West Point"
Of course, a very proper pride to
show, my son. Maud's filtration with
him mortified me most to death. If she
has fancy for him though, we could
cure her by telling her the truth"
"Tell her the truth Never!' ex-
claimed Verne, biting his pale lip till
the blood came. MAUD Pelham would
break with me at once if she knew that
my mother was common washer
woman. Her pride is worse than ours,
and she has a .deuced high family to
back her, and lots of cash BESIDES"
" That is true" acquiesced Mrs. Ian
dersdale quietly. "Well, do not get
heated over it, Verne. Landersdale and
Maud both think you my nephew, and
they know have adopted you and love
you as my own son. There is no need
to undeceive them, for, as you say, Ian
dersdale and his family are as proud as
Lucifer, if he hasn't one red cent to
scratch against another"
The next afternoon Mrs. Landersdale
and party drove over from Cozzen's to
witness the parade. Verne was seated
in his dog-cart, endeavoring to manage
high-spirited span, with an indifTer-
ence and nonchalance he was far from
feeling.
johnson, now grown gray in Mrs.
Landersdale's service, had uttered q
word of warning before Harvesting up.
Hadn't you better be after taking
the other span, Mr.. Verne? These crit
ters feel mighty ticklish today, and the
music may rouse 'em up a Bit"
Nonsense, johnson am perfectly
competent to manage them. The grays
are only fit to draw the old lady around,
and l want some spirit in span L drive.
You might as well harness up couple
of COWS as those octogenarians."
Mr.. Verne had tendency towards
jockeyism, and his eyes sparkled with
genuine love of the turf as the splendid
creatures came from the stable tossing
their heads and paving the ground with
impatience.
Their eyes flashed and the blood SEEM
ed fairly bursting through the large
veins which coursed their way along
their slender necks.
Firefy seems a trifle uneasy. sher
foot all right ?"
"Ah, sirrah, it's not the foot at all, at
all, that ails the old gal. She's divil
of temper of her ownl''
Not very re-assuring to Verne, who
began to have doubts of his own ability.
He was too proud to acknowledge his
fears now, however, mounted the box
and followed Mrs. Landersdale's carriage
along the road as if no such thing as
danger existed in the world.
They behaved quietly enough when
they reached the parade ground, and on
iy by the champing of Firehy's bit and
her dilating nostrils could spectator
tell of the uneasy spirit within her.
Verne sat upon his high seat, with
long blue veil tied around his hat, and
feeling of conspicuous pride filled him
as he saw that no horses on the ground
could compare with his, and that sever
al of his lady friends were gazing at him
with evident admiration.
He pulled his sickly mustache, held
the reins tightly, and enjoyed the trl-
umph of the hour.
But, alas it was short-livedI Dur
ing the beating of the drums Firehy
pricked up her ears and kept time to
the music.
AS the parade proceeded she became
more frightened and restive, and, finally
when the loud boom of the evening gun
thundered through the air both horses
burst from their drivers control and
dashed through the crowd. There was
mad rushing and screaming as they
flew by, and Verne was being hurried
with horrible speed towards the high
bluffs over the river
The precipiece ~ shrieked Mrs. Lam